In His Service

busted : Derek's POV

After finishing off the bottle of champagne with Virginia and the guys, I started dropping subtle hints about Virginia needing her rest and having an early day tomorrow. Reluctantly, finally, the guys and I started making our way towards the elevator, but at the last minute, I hung back, wanting to speak to Virginia alone. 

As Jake leaned out of the open elevator door, propping it open for me, I shook my head slightly, flashing my phone screen in explanation. 

"I need to go over the next week's schedule with Virginia before I leave," I said simply, turning away from the elevator even before the words were out of my mouth. 

"Yeah, right." Austin's voice was laced with humor, and I turned back just in time to see the doors closing, Austin and Jake's kissy faces and expressions of ecstasy barely visible through the opening before the doors closed and we were left in silence. 

I sighed and turned back to see Ginny sitting on the back of the leather couch, champagne glass in hand, her toes barely touching the shag rug as she drifted her feet back and forth. She was watching me again with those emerald, cat-like eyes. 

"I already have next week's schedule, Derek," she reminded me, her eyes never leaving my face. 

Shit. Busted. 

"I... Umm..." I stammered, unsure what to say to the stunning woman before me, now that we were finally without an audience. I should have planned this better. 

"You want some more champagne?" 

Virginia's soft voice was my saving grace and I clung to it like a drowning man to a life raft, nodding my consent as she slid off the couch and turned towards the kitchen. 

I followed slowly, relishing the sight of her perfect, heart-shaped ass swaying through the penthouse. She looked like she belonged here, in the lap of luxury, and I planned to make sure she stayed. 

I watched as Virginia reached into the under-counter wine cooler and extracted a new bottle of champagne, unwrapped the cork, and draped a kitchen towel over the end of the bottle before pressing her thumbs to the top, the bottom of the bottle anchored against the apex of her thighs. 

Good lord, what I would give to be that bottle. 

"Let me get that for you," I offered quickly, coming around the island to reach for the bottle, just as the cork made a loud POP and foam dribbled down the neck of the bottle under the kitchen towel. 

Tossing the towel aside, Virginia held the bottle up triumphantly, the foamy liquid dripping down over her fingers as they clutched the slender neck. 

"Oops," she said with a breathy giggle. I watched, transfixed as she raised her hand to her lips, her delicate pink tongue darting out to lick the champagne from her knuckles. 

"Hmmmm," she purred, her eyes fluttering closed at the taste of the expensive drink on her skin.  Her eyes found mine when they opened again, sultry and sensual, her lids heavy. 

"So good," she whispered, her eyes still locked on mine. I swallowed with difficulty, forgetting to breathe as I watched her tongue lave her fingers, flicking between them to get every drop of the champagne. 

As she worked, I felt my erection grow strong and taut beneath my pants, and I realized this sexy as hell display with the champagne was Virginia's not-so-subtle cue that she was more than ready to start fulfilling her duties as a personal assistant. 

It pleased my control-freak side to no end, and I wanted to put her to work immediately, but my gentlemanly side insisted I let her set the pace.