Capturing Connie

Steven 4

I smirk. Those emails definitely softened her up. I, at first didn't mean for it to sound so dirty. But when she responded in the same way, I had a mini breakdown in my office. I shut and locked the door, catching a glimpse of myself in the window had terrified me. There's more to me than meets the eye, and I'd like to keep it that way.

But as I also observed last night, there's more to Connie than meets the eye. I think she's offering me a glimpse beneath all of those layers she keeps so carefully hidden. Makes me eager for her to reveal even more.

"So have I," I murmur, wishing I could reach across the center console and grab her hand. I'd probably shock the shit out of her if I settled her palm on my growing dick. Would she jerk her hand away, or curl her fingers around my cock and stroke me straight into oblivion?

I'm guessing the former. I'd bet good money she's never given a hand job to Johnson in a car. Maybe she's never given him a hand job anywhere. I have no idea. Just thinking about her sex life with that asshole makes me want to punch his face in. And I could.

Grimacing, I stare out the window at the passing buildings, the sounds of the always noisy city soothing me. Reminding me of who I am. Focusing on Johnson gets me nowhere. Lapis would call this absurd feeling taking over me jealousy.

For once, I'd have to agree with her.

"Did you bring the photos?" Connie asks hopefully, pulling me from my thoughts.

"I did." I point at the briefcase resting near my feet. Though this plan was partially calculated to help me get Connie completely alone, I'm also going to show her the inspirational photos my team and I found. Images that capture the idea behind Connie's new cosmetics line and what she hopes it will represent to her buyers.

I just hope she likes what we've come up with.

"I spoke with Kevin," she says out of nowhere, her voice hushed, her eyes huge. The lights from outside shine into the backseat, casting us both in shadow, but I can see that pretty face, those big, sad eyes. "He's very angry with me."

"He's angry with you?" The nerve of this dickhead. He blows my mind. "Isn't he the one we caught with Lapis?"

"He said it wasn't what we thought. That they just ..." Her voice trails off and she turns toward the door, staring out the window. "That they only kissed. Nothing else."

If she really believes that, I have more problems than I thought. "Can I be completely open with you, Connie?"

Her gaze meeting mine once more. "Of course."

"If he said they were only kissing, as in Lapis was kissing his dick, then yes, go ahead and believe him." I don't mince words and I can tell I shocked the hell out of her. I didn't think those gorgeous brown eyes could get any larger. "Don't fall for his lies. You're too good for him."

She clears her throat. "He also told me that if I had any interest in you, I'm crazy. That the only reason you would want to spend any time with me beyond work is because you want to use me to get ahead."

He should know, considering that's exactly what Johnson did to her. "He makes you sound like a silly little girl who can't think on her own."

Connie's quiet for a moment, as if she's absorbing what I said. "You're right. He does." She stares straight ahead, her jaw tight, her lips thin. I can see the delicate line of her throat as she swallows and I want to rain kisses on the fragile skin there. Whisper exactly what I want to do to her in her ear.

Jesus, I have it bad.

"Don't you want to prove him wrong, then?" I ask.

"How?" She tilts her head, her hair slipping over her shoulder. It rubs against the fabric of her dress, all that shiny, curly hair beckoning me, making my fingers itch to touch it.