Eden's Temptation

Chapter Ten

After a restless but strangely comfortable night of sleep, I woke for another busy day of meetings and lunches and tours.

I knew what to wear, this time, so I didn't dare approach Silver's room, no matter how badly I hoped to catch her unawares again. A glimpse of a leg, a flash of a nipple, a seductive smirk; I'd envisioned multiple scenarios in my head all night and yawned at the recollection of them concluding in me wet and unsatisfied.

I had to be good. Silver wasn't one for keeping her word—she'd all but begged me to watch her masturbate, hadn't she?—so it'd be up to me to show restraint.

So I did. When she sat next to me in the car, again, I moved. She gave me a look, I'd almost say a disappointed one, but I ignored her and recited the affairs of the day.

When she stood next to me as we listened to a store manager rattle off issues with some of the stock, I crept farther from her. Not that she suffocated me—she never invaded my space, only lingered near enough to taunt me. But it was hard to concentrate while inhaling her rosy scent and knowing she was there.

Knowing what she looked like under her clothes, what it felt like to run my hands along her smooth skin.

She was always in my vicinity, always in my field of vision. Dazzling in her dapper, colorful pant-suits, the fabric wrapped around her strong thighs, contouring her perfect breasts. Her powerful but feminine walk, swaying her languorous hips in a rhythm that made me dizzy.

Silver Bell was dangerous, and the more I reminded myself I couldn't have her, the more I wanted her.

I often reimagined our one-night-stand. New memories came to me; tidbits I'd forgotten because of the alcohol and the whir of emotions and movement.

How she'd traced around my nipples with each finger, then her tongue, and had me screaming for more. How she'd located every sensitive spot on my body without needing guidance. The way she'd discovered areas between my folds, nerve endings I didn't know existed and that sent me soaring.

How she'd held me when we fell asleep, nuzzling into my neck, her breaths softly tickling my skin.

Thankfully, my spare moments were few and far between. And in any case, I was too exhausted to think about much else than our schedule.

If I weren't moving around so much to keep up with her, I'd be stuffed from all the delicious snacks and the rich beverages we indulged in at every location we visited.

It was all so intense—the physical feelings towards her, but also, the job itself. My step-tracking app went overboard and my heart-rate was constantly in a high range. My feet and legs were in agony and my mind loaded with information.

But under my NDA clause, I couldn't speak of any of it. Or tell my friends anything. And oh, how I wished I could.

Sophia: Let's hang, please?

Nico: Will you EVER have free time again?

Sophia: You should at least answer.

Nico: Did you get a new number and new phone with your fancy new gig?! HELLO??

"Someone's popular," said Silver, on our way home from a meeting on Wednesday morning. My phone kept vibrating, moving my purse on the seat beside me.

Sophia and Nico had been messaging me since Monday night, both desperate to find out how my first day was. Then my second. And now, my third. They wanted to grab coffee, go out for drinks, take me to the elite locales they frequented to blow off steam.