Don't Lie to Me (10 page)

I struggled through the rest of the emails, blushing to myself, and glancing periodically for that ‘just joking’ text that never came. I spent the rest of the day distracted and turned on at the mere thought of what he had planned for our first date.

After lunch, Logan and I left the condo to make a run to the dry cleaners using the Audi A4 Jack provided for my professional errands. We stopped at the liquor store, an organic market where I bought all of his locally-grown organic fruits, vegetables, and meat; and then I drove back to Lincoln Park to drop Logan off for his sleepover.

“Be good!” I yelled after him when he ran off with his friend, Connor, as soon as the door opened. I sniffed at the thought that he didn’t give me a good-bye hug or anything. Surely at not even five he wasn’t too old for that now, was he?

After talking with his friend’s mom, Peyton, and confirming that I would pick him up in the morning at ten, I made the drive back to the penthouse. My heart fluttered the entire time. I hadn’t heard anything from Jack since that last text and the anticipation of not being one hundred percent certain if he was joking or not still had me squirming in my seat.

SEVEN

I made it back to work at five o’clock; thankful the Friday drive into the city was slower than normal. I had just enough time to shower in the bath off my servant’s room and get ready.

I showered, curled my hair into loose waves so it fell halfway down my back, and applied my make-up, using enough eye shadow to create a romantic, smoky eye, but wasn’t overpowering. I was just finishing applying a pale pink lip-gloss across my lips when I heard the front door open.

I quickly strapped on my gold high-heeled sandals, smoothed out my dress and turned back and forth in front of the mirror. The burgundy dress and eye shadow highlighted my bright blue eyes and the deep color accentuated my tanned skin. With a quick flip of my hair, I grabbed my clutch bag and was ready.

At least physically, I was ready, and in more ways than one.

With every step, my thighs rubbed together, giving me a reminder that I had followed Jack’s directions. I felt smutty, but sexy. It was a heady combination and by the time I reached Jack in the living room my cheeks did not need that last flick of blush I applied earlier.

He smiled at me in what I could only describe as predatorily. His slow perusal of my body and my skin-tight dress only served to make my cheeks even more heated. By the time he turned his eyes back to mine, I was certain my cheeks matched my dress.

“You look ravishing,” he said with a thick, aroused voice.

I quirked an eyebrow. “Is that a promise?”

He narrowed his eyes at me for just a minute, before reaching out his hand that had been behind his back. In it, he held one single calla lily. I took it and breathed in its delicate scent.

“Thank you.”

He grinned that lopsided smile and clasped his hands together. “Someone reminded me today how much I suck at dating. I thought this would smooth things over.”

“It does,” I replied and took another quick breath from the flower. Really, I was just trying to calm my overactive heart. He looked even more breathtakingly handsome tonight with a slight scruff across his cheeks and chin. I didn’t even want to know how it was possible for his hair and suit to look sexier at six o’clock at night than it did at eight this morning. It wasn’t fair to those of us who fell apart by lunchtime.

Jack followed me into the kitchen while I searched for a vase thin enough to hold the flower. He filled it with water for me, and I set it out on the kitchen counter.

“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me?” I asked as he guided me out to the door of the penthouse to the elevator.

“No.”

One hand stayed on the small of my back the entire time. The heat from his hand touching me there only reminded me of what I was missing beneath the dress. His hand moved lower on my back, just about to where my panty line would normally be. I moaned softly without realizing it. The slight tightening of his fingers against my back told me he heard it.

The door opened almost immediately. He pressed the button for the elevator and before the doors closed, pushed me up against the far wall. The gold colored handrail dug slightly into my back and my eyes widened in surprise.

He leaned in and kissed me roughly, and quickly, pulling back before I had a chance to catch my breath. His lips were by my ear.

“Did you do what I said?”

His rough voice rendered me speechless. I nodded.

Slowly, one of his soft hands moved up my thigh. I tightened my muscles on instinct and his hand stopped moving. He massaged my thigh gently until my legs relaxed.

“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear. My entire body almost exploded.

His hand continued journeying further up my leg, under my dress and along my already soaking wet center. I was too hot to be ashamed. This was torment and if it were any indication how our night was going to go, I would be a puddle of goo before we got around to the dinner part.

He moaned against my ear when his finger slowly, teasingly so, swiped along my burning center. I ground into his finger instinctually, wanting to feel him in me. I could hear my heart beating in my ears I wanted him so badly. How did he do this? I mewled when he denied me what I wanted, and instead, withdrew his hand completely, and inserted his now wet finger into his mouth.

With hooded eyes, he groaned and sucked my cream off his finger, only inches from my mouth.

I licked my lips and he smiled.

He leaned back towards my ear. “You taste so fucking good.” And then, held his finger out towards my mouth, like an offering. Slowly, I flicked out my tongue, just barely touching the tip of his finger, but enough that I could taste myself on him.

I groaned, and had it not been for one of his hands holding my hip, I may have collapsed. He gently pressed his finger further in my mouth and I closed my lips around it, sucking it all the way in.

I would take whatever he would offer me, without shame, because somehow, he knew exactly how to turn me on and turn me into a quivering mess of need. I needed him. The thought was so powerful I almost gasped. But his finger tasted so good; the masculine taste of his salty skin, mixed with me that I couldn’t stop myself. I licked and sucked his finger until I looked down and saw his erection pressed against the zipper of his dress pants.

I smiled. I had turned him on just as quickly as he did me, and I loved that feeling. Slowly I moved my hand down the front of his dress shirt, jerking him closer to me when my hand fisted around his belt buckle. It was just a quick jerk and I winked at him as my hand traveled further down and began massaging his erection through his pants. He placed both of his hands on the wall next to me, and thrust his hips into my stomach. The move practically pinned me against the back of the wall as the entire length of Jack’s body pressed up against me.

I felt everything. And all I could think of was how I wanted his hands back on me. Anywhere. Doing anything he could to relieve the fire he so quickly started in me. How in the hell was I going to survive dinner?

“I can’t wait to be inside you later. I want to watch you writhe in pleasure beneath me until you’re so thoroughly fucked you can’t walk tomorrow. I have big plans for you tonight Emma.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed, imagining what those plans were. I was just about to ask him, but the elevator doors chimed and then opened. He pushed off the wall, grabbed my hand and smiled down at me as if we had just been discussing the weather.

I walked out following him wondering what in the hell had just happened. I glanced back at the elevator doors as we walked away only to hear Jack softly laughing.

Ten minutes later, we exited his Mercedes. He handed the keys to the valet and ushered me into Russalo. A hotel and restaurant that he owned.

“You’re taking me to the hotel you own?” I hoped my voice didn’t sound as breathlessly hopeful as it did to me. A ten minute car ride, with his hand high on my thigh, did absolutely nothing to extinguish the fire he lit for me back in his elevator. I was two thigh swipes away from exploding while I walked. I should have been embarrassed that he brought me to his hotel. But I wasn’t. I wanted to grab him and rush him into the nearest available room.

“I’m taking you to the restaurant on top of the building. It’s the best.”

I frowned, disappointed. Next to me, he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying how worked up I was.

Every one greeted him as we walked into the building. The valet, the front desk concierge, the bellhop in the elevator. I bit back the urge to ask him if he came here often, but then all sense of humor left me as soon as we reached the elevator bank. I swallowed roughly and looked at Jack while we waited.

He didn’t look at me. Instead, he stayed facing forward with one hand on my lower back and the other hand in his pocket. His posture was perfectly straight, and every feature on his face perfectly defined; straight nose, high cheekbones, square chin. He was mesmerizing, and he gave no hint of what was to come as soon as we stepped on the elevator. All I could think about was the taste he gave me earlier.

I snorted at the thought, since literally; I had had a taste….of me. And god help me, but I wanted more of him.

The elevator doors opened and I looked at Jack before stepping on reluctantly. I wanted some indication of what he had planned for me now. Was he going to throw me up against the back of the elevator? Was he going to tease me again and turn me on further? Was it possible for me to be turned on more than I was right then?

I wanted to ask him all of these questions as we stood close together without saying a word. His face was void of any friendly expression whatsoever and it was only then that I realized that the only words he spoke to me since leaving the elevator at his building was when I asked about the restaurant. Other than that, he hadn’t said a word.

And then I realized, he planned this. I knew Jack enough to know that he planned and orchestrated every single minute of his day. At first I thought I had done something to upset him, but as I remembered what he said about me making him lose control, I knew this was his way of regaining it. He planned to have me bare and vulnerable for him, to make me uncomfortable for the sake of being completely aroused for him, and wanting him as soon as he gave the word.

His planned totally worked. I bit the inside of my cheek as I fought the urge to smile once I realized what he was planning. If this was his plan, I could totally play along. Perhaps I should have been angry that he’d use me like this, but I wasn’t.

I trusted him. Completely.

If silence was what he needed to regain control, then I could play along.

I silenced my gasp as we entered Russalo’s. The entire restaurant was a circular shape, and the walls were all windows. It gave us a complete panoramic view of the city of Chicago. Breathtaking didn’t even begin to describe the gorgeous view. With the sun beginning to lower over the city, the entire sky was beginning to turn shades of purple and pink and orange, fanning out as far as the eye could see.

I wanted to grab his arm and proclaim my thanks for bringing me to such an amazing place. I wanted to kiss him and gush over the gorgeousness of what I saw. Instead, I bit my cheek again and remained silent; a small smile on my lips the only indication that I was impressed at all.

We didn’t speak a single word to each other during our entire meal. The waiter came and he ordered a bottle of Chateau Mouton Rothschild. When the waiter returned to take our order, Jack arched an eyebrow at me as if allowing me the opportunity to order. I simply shook my head and nodded once towards him, silently giving him permission to order for me. And the entire time, over our two hour, seven course meal our table was completely silent.

We dined on an extravagant meal of brioche toast, mussel tart, and poached lobster with mascarpone sorbet. I wanted to ‘oooh’ and ‘aaah’ at the gorgeous presentations and even more delicious tastings. He was right. This had to be the best restaurant in Chicago and I was more than impressed. At one point, while I quietly moaned over my succulent lobster, a smug grin appeared from across the table. I lightly smiled back before going back to our silence, but I wanted that brief moment to show him how grateful I was for bringing me to Russalo’s.

Our silence was not uncomfortable though. Instead, sexual tension permeated the space between us. Every time he raised his eyes to mine, he looked as if I was already naked and he was getting ready to enter me forcefully. He looked at me full of want and desire and by the time he paid for our check, I was one more predatory look away from coming in my chair. I could feel my wetness against my legs when he stood and pulled out my chair.

“Come with me.”

God, yes. Please.

His sultry voice washed over me in waves and I almost fell apart right there as he firmly pressed his hand on my lower back possessively and led me out onto the terrace doors.

The view broke my vow of silence. “This is absolutely gorgeous, Jack.”

I followed him, as he led me around a corner of the terrace. It was the middle of summer and the heat had been almost unbearable earlier in the day. When I had left the building to take Logan to his friend’s house, the humidity was so thick I felt like I had walked right into a brick wall. I didn’t know if it was because it was later in the day, or because we were up so high, but sixty stories up gave me a completely different impression of Chicago. The light breeze from the height cooled me off just enough so I didn’t notice the heat or the humidity. The sun was now near the horizon. I had never seen a more gorgeous and peaceful looking sunset. The loud noises from cars were a muffled sound. I could barely hear the L-train from so high, even though I could see it clearly pass us by. I wanted to come back to this place every day just to escape the sounds and stress of everyday life. I felt completely relaxed on the terrace, overlooking the city with Lake Michigan in the distance.