Aria wrinkled her nose causing my smile to widen. “Do you
own the building?”
She formed a circle with her hands and moved them up and
down like she was giving a hand job to an abnormally large penis, “You know,
phallic-shaped buildings. Ohh, yeah, I do love me some building. That’s it,
baby, work my building.”
I grabbed her wrists stopping her and glanced around to make
sure her friend, Evaleen, the one who let us use Mimir’s lawyer and conference
room, didn’t walk in.
“Jesus, Aria. What are you, a teenager?”
“No, I’m twenty-nine but in my heart, I’m a horny
eighteen-year-old.” She winked at me.
My cock went hard instantly. The way she was so casual and
free with sex and her artistic talent . . . she made me want to do things to
her body I only fantasized about. Things that she might not like.
I cleared my throat, dropping her wrists. “Yes, I own the
She jumped up from the chair and threw her arms open. “That’s
wonderful, Alex! Now you can do whatever changes you want.”
Aria stood there, her arms still wide and I knew she wanted
to give me a hug. I wanted to do that too, but something stopped me. The same
thing that stopped me from going up to her in that gallery when I first noticed
her years ago.
I nodded. “Yes, I can pick one of your drawings now. Maybe
even tear down the wall and make the room bigger.”
My mind raced with ideas. I felt like a child let loose in
an amusement park with no one there. Any ride free to enjoy but which to pick
first? My gaze fell to her breasts.
“So, no hug then?” Aria’s lips ticked up.
“We should keep this professional. How we started off
meeting wasn’t right. I want to keep things on track,” I said as I focused on
gathering the paperwork.
I was such a liar. Of course, I wanted to hug her. I wanted
to do lots of things to her, but if she ever found out the truth about me I
know I would lose her forever. I’d rather have Aria for a short time in my life
than not at all.
“Fair enough. Let’s at least shake on it.”
Aria pushed her hand out. Setting the papers down, I turned
in my seat but didn’t stand. Staring at her fingers my imagination went wild.
Thoughts of those digits pressing into me, pulling and using me for their
Just shaking her hand was a summit to climb but I had to do
it. She already thought I was odd being a recluse. I didn’t want to add to it
by being too afraid to touch her.
“Of course.” I slid my fingers across her palm. Her skin as
smooth and warm as I remembered.
Maybe even softer than before. I wondered if I firmed my
grip, would she give?
“There, now was that so hard?” I noticed her eyes dip to
where I was hard.
She knew. Aria wasn’t stupid, she could tell I wanted her.
That would mean one thing. She was going to try. Aria was going to give. Give
me what she knew I wanted.