An Imperfect Love Story - Book 8

LA Convention Center

LENA POV

"Are you going to be okay while I teach this class, my darling?" Denni asks softly as she parks outside the LA Convention Center and looks over at me. "I know it was hard to, so to say, break away from each other."

I have no idea how we made it here on time so that Denni can teach her workshop, much less early, after we spent all last night and the morning together making love. It was hard to pull away from her as only less than an hour ago, Denni had me against the wall by the hotel door to her room, with her hand in my panties making me cum hard. I can barely think now either as I look over at her and blush for she really is beautiful and the way she was making me feel each day, I just didn't know what to do with it.

"What?" I manage as she lifts her sunglasses on top of her head and smiles at me. "Where's your mind, Lena Adams?"

"Oh," I laugh lightly as I grab my purse, but she gently grabs my hand as I look at her.

"It's okay. Trust me when I say that I will be thinking about your soft, beautiful body all day, and it will be a miracle we make it through the day, don't you think?" She asks lightly as she brings my hand to her mouth as I nod and my heart hammers.

"I'll be thinking about you between my legs all day, Denni," I say boldly as she looks at me, amused before leaning in to kiss my lips softly.

"And what a wonderful place it was to be, my dear. Now, let's get this day over with, sweetheart so that we can go back to hotel and have dinner," she replies sliding her hand up my thigh which makes it even harder for me to think. I bashfully smile at her as we head inside just as Michelle, Shirley and Miranda meet us at the door, their name tags around their necks as they must have checked in already.

"Dr. Mercer! Lena! Good morning!" Michelle says as she hands Denni a hot coffee as she looks at me. "I didn't realize you'd be here, Lena! When did you get in? Who's manning the front desk?"

I look at her, trying not to be unprofessional as I laugh lightly. "Well, Michelle, Darla is answering the phones, if you need to know, but don't worry. She'll be doing your job as well," I say as I see Denni's expression as she tries not show any emotion to my answer as we head over to the table and grab our name tags.

"I need to head to my class, honey," Denni whispers so that only I can hear as I look at her and she smiles softly. "But I'll meet you for lunch? Try not to have too much fun," she teases as I blush and I watch her walk away before joining Shirley and Miranda, trying my hardest to ignore Michelle much like I do in the office, but she hurries to walk beside me.

"Did you come in with Dr. Mercer? Are your rooms near each other? What hotel are you staying at?" She rapid fire asks me questions as I look over at her, half listening, for I really don't care to air my business as I open my brochure to see what work shops are opening soon and what I'd be interested in as I'm grateful that Shirley starts talking to me.

"Lena, feel free to take any work shop you see in the brochure. Honestly. That's the entire purpose of these things, and don't worry. The gallery pays for it. Here," She hands me a credit card as I swallow hard, knowing that once upon a time, if I had been handed something like this, I'd have gone to a casino and racked up a bunch of charges as I take it and thank her.

My heart pounds in my chest as I decide to sneak into Denni's class first as I leave our little work group and disappear into the large center. I'm thankful that this is such a huge place and that I can easily get lost, for if I was honest, I wanted to soak it all in, and I'd rather do it alone or with Denni as I walk up the steps to the third floor and walk towards where Denni's class is supposed to be taking place.

Sneaking into the back, I sit at a station where supplies were laid out, and I quickly remove my bracelets and place them in my purse as I pull my hair on top of my head. Looking up I see Denni across the room looking over her notes, her glasses on, and I feel so hot right now, I can barely think. She hasn't spotted me yet, and I smile to myself as I see that we'll be painting a small painting, it appears, but I'm not sure what yet as she stands now and spots me.