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Ch6 .. B

In the Limousine, I fiddle with my bag. I don't know what attitude to adopt. I concentrate on the lights of the city passing by through the window.

Ryan is acting as if nothing happened. He greeted Jake and addressed me formally when inviting me into the car.

Jake is most certainly not duped. He's taking us straight to his boss's apartment. I'm sure he suspects something.

(I feel uncomfortable.)

I feel as if what I have just done is written in bold capitals on my forehead: "I'VE JUST slept with MY BOSS!"

What will Jake think of me ...?

Actually, I don't care. I'm tired of asking myself all these questions and wondering what others think.

I had fun and it most probably qualifies as the most exciting moment in my whole life. If it bothers Jake, then too bad for him.

The car is now on Upper East Side. I should have guessed...

When I think that here an apartment the size of my two-roomed flat would cost me at least ten times more than what I pay! It makes my head spin!

Jake stops in front of an elegant building on a residential street. It wouldn't take much for me to think I'm Serena Van Der Woodsen!

Less the Jimmy Choos!

(But the wickedly sexy golden boy is for me only! No hard feelings, Serena ...)

Jake steps out and walks around the car to open my door. I'll never get used to it.

Jake:"Miss ..."

I smile as he holds out his hand to help me out.

T:"Thank you, Jake."

Despite my friendly expression, he looks away. I was right. He's caught on to everything and something tells me that he doesn't like the idea ...

Ryan comes up to me and invites me to step forwards towards the entrance. I look back at Jake who's watching us.

We take the elevator which reminds me of the one in the firm.

R:"Don't be so nervous, I'm not gonna eat you ... Not just yet, we'll have a drink first."

I giggle nervously. Does he realise that such simple words coming from him sound downright indecent?

(I provoke him.)

T:"One of your aged rums?"

He smiles at me impishly.

He slowly walks towards me and puts a hand on my waist. He murmurs in my ear with that sweet voice of which he alone has the secret.

R:"There aren't enough floors for me to have your body here and now. What a pity! ..."

No one ever aroused such intense feelings in me. If it wasn't so lovely, it would almost scare me ...

The elevator opens onto a very spacious and luxurious loft apartment, interrupting his little game. Ryan steps out and reaches for my hand, inviting me in.

(Wow !!)

My high heels shuffle, timidly over the beautiful wooden floor. I'm almost afraid of damaging it ...

The room is simply huge. The spacious lounge overlook the city. The view is breathtaking. The place exudes power and elegance, like its owner.

No kidding, this room is three times the size of my apartment! ...

A glass staircase leads upstairs. I take a quick peek.

Ryan is watching me.

T:"Your apartment is beautiful ... Me in a place like this, I can't believe it!"

(Is that so...? Shit Tayla! Restrain yourself!)

He comes up to me, leans his head over, almost touching my lips and murmurs:

R:"Do you really want to talk real estate?"

(I provoke him.)

T:"Oh ... I can talk for hours on end about decoration. It's my second passion after cooking."

I bite my lower lip, gazing at him and
re-arrange a lock of hair.

He leans towards me with measured slowness, brushing his mouth past my neck. I feel his hot breath on my skin and my body reacts, anticipating his caresses.

R:"Be careful, if you're gonna play this little game, you haven't chosen the right opponent."

He takes hold of the back of my neck and presses me firmly up against him, taking my lips between his. I close my eyes.

My back arches, a quiver of surprise shoots through me and my legs tremble.

This man sweeps me off my feet, like a hurricane. I open my eyes.

R:"You see ... you've already lost."

(Defeat has never been so pleasant ...)

He suddenly backs away from me, laughing.

R:"Come..."