50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Nineteen

     "A part of me wants to kill you for ditching me last night," Carlos said, wagging an index finger in Destiny's face, "but the look on your face tells me that you've had an entire night filled with orgasms and I want to hear about it. So I guess, for the time being, I have to keep you alive."

    Destiny laughed as she tied an apron around her waist. "I am very sorry about leaving you without telling you. I was...out of it."

    "You were drunk off of your ass, honey," Carlos said as he used his employee key card to clock in for the day. "I made a vow to myself to never hand you a glass of alcohol ever again in this life."

    She shook her head and prepared the ingredients she'd need to make pastries for that day.

    Carlos was looking at her expectantly. "Well?"

    She shrugged her shoulders, staring at the metal table in front of her. "Well," she repeated slowly, "he was very kind and gentle. He made sure that I got home okay."

    "Did he make sure you got home okay last night or this morning before work?" Carlos asked with a knowing glint in his eyes.

    "A good girl doesn't kiss and tell, Carlos," she said, looking at him pointedly.

    He returned the frank stare and said, "First of all, thank you for letting me know that kissing was involved. Now we're getting somewhere. And second of all, that glow you've got going on isn't a good girl's glow, honey, so something tells me you'll be all right if you spill the deets."

    Out of respect for Aubrey and his position as a well-known entertainment industry mogul, she couldn't talk about what had happened the previous evening.

     Carlos soon gave up trying to get the details from her, but he didn't hide his disappointment.

    They both got to work molding and baking pastries and bread that would be served for the day. Destiny tried her best to focus on work, but it was difficult with memories of Aubrey playing in her mind. The feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him all burned fresh in her memory. A phone call from her manager had come in. There were two call-offs for the day at the bakery and Destiny's help was needed. Destiny had cast a look at Aubrey, who still slept peacefully. She would have loved to stay cuddled with him through the late hours of the morning. Eat breakfast with him. Have a long, drawn out, exaggerated kiss goodbye before leaving. But that didn't seem to be in the cards for them.

    Aubrey had woken up as she was getting dressed. She explained the situation and apologized. He'd been understanding, had gotten up and dressed along with her. Since her car was still parked at Crave, he'd driven her back to the night club himself, holding her hand for the entire duration of the car ride. He'd advised that he would follow her home to make sure she got there safely. They had kissed goodbye, but it was short. She had to get home, shower, get changed, and head to work.

    An hour in the day didn't go by without her wondering what he was doing or if he was thinking about her as much as she was thinking about him. She didn't have to wonder for long. While she was on her lunch break, her cell phone buzzed in her pocket.

TEXT FROM: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: I can still smell you on my pillow.

TEXT TO: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: Good morning, Mr. Graham.

TEXT FROM: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: Good morning. Dinner tonight? Pick you up from work?

TEXT TO: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: I would need to change...

TEXT FROM: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: Pick you up from home? Say, 8pm?

TEXT TO: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: Sure. I'll see you then.

TEXT FROM: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: I will text you when I'm on the way. Are you feeling any soreness at all?

    Destiny's cheeks flushed deep red. She read the message and reread the message, over and over again. Seated in her usual corner booth, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was hovering over her. Smiling in disbelief, she began to type out a response.

TEXT TO: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: Yes. A lot of soreness, actually.

    She tapped her index finger on her phone as she waited for his response. The response didn't come by the time her lunch break ended. About an hour later, her cell phone vibrated against her thigh. The sensation of the phone trembling against her thigh almost caused her to moan out loud. Checking to make sure her manager wasn't around, she withdrew her cell phone from her pocket and checked her text messages.

TEXT FROM: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: Good. And Destiny...

TEXT TO: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: Yes?

TEXT FROM: Aubrey Graham

MESSAGE: I didn't respond to your message right away, because I was counting on you to put your cell phone in your pocket before returning to work. Since you're at work, I was also counting on your phone being on vibrate. Since I'm not there to touch you, the way I want to, I used your phone to do the job for me. I'll see you at 8pm.

    Her heartbeat thudded in her chest as she read the words. She returned her cell phone to her pocket, plastering a smile on her face as a customer approached the counter to put in an order. She took his order and advised it would just take a few moments for his order to be prepared. Just as the customer was walking away, her cell phone buzzed against her thigh. A tiny moan escaped her lips and her knees turned to jelly. She reached out to grab the edge of the counter as the cell phone continued to vibrate. This time, instead of checking her messages, she savored the feel of the small gadget, a gadget that was fast becoming a tool Aubrey used to give her pleasure even when he wasn't in the same room with her.