Alessandra Torre - Masked Innocence

So, whats next?

I turned my head, glancing at him, his dark profile hiding the grin that I knew played over his features. I reclined in the passenger seat of his car, snug against the warmth of the seat heater. He reached his hand over, offering it to me, and I grabbed it, running my hands over his huge palm and strong fingers. Whats next with tonight?

He chuckled, the sound unfairly sexual. The man could make a sneeze sound carnal if he wanted to. Im taking you home with me tonight, unless you have an objection to that. I meant in regards to us.

I yawned. Your home sounds good for tonight. Yes, his huge home with its big, luxurious bed, worth-giving-up-carbs-for shower and stocked fridge would be welcome tonight, especially since a night in that wonderful bed normally led to a morning of orgasms. As far as with us, thats in your ballpark. I tried the threesome, and Im cool with that if thats what you need to be faithful.

Youre cool with it. His wry tone elicited a frown from my side of the car. You seemed a little more than cool with it.

I rolled my eyes. Fine. I loved it, cant wait to do it again, I will worship at the shrine of Brad from this day forth. Happy?

The light changed in the car, and this time I could see the grin that stretched over his face. Well, if you insist. You know I strive to please.

Yes, you certainly do. I never thought I would appreciate one singular quality so much. Competitiveness is great in a partner. Sexual competitiveness, Ive learned over the last several weeks, is holy-freaking-God amazing. I watched the curve of his mouth, loving the transformation it caused to his powerful features. So, tonight was it, right? Thats the sexual extent of your freakiness?

Well... He shrugged, glancing over at me.

Well? I sat up, turning in my seat to fully face him. Well what?

I will never need anything more freaky, as you like to say, than what we just did. But the point of this is not just my pleasure. Its to awaken your sexuality, to find what turns you on and to explore that. Chances are, tonight wasnt your single perfect fantasy. I shifted slightly at the statement. Uh, yeahit pretty much was. As we grow in our relationship, you may find you like completely different things than you do now. As your sexual boundaries expand, your preferences may change.

I smirked at him. So, what youre saying is, if I keep dating you, in three years Im going to be licking whipped cream off a bearded lady and loving it?

He laughed. If it reaches that level, youre not going to be still dating me.

I relaxed back into the seat. Well, for now, that was plenty hot enough for me. I dont know how much more sexual exploration my mind can take right now.

So, if I receive any invitations, I should turn them down?

I paused, midsnuggle into the leather cocoon that the BMWs seat had become. What? What kind of invitations?

You know, parties, cruises or threesomes like we just did. His offhand tone was ludicrous considering the events that he was so casually discussing.

Parties? Cruises? I swallowed, unsure if I was ready for more. Brad read my silence and looked over, the passing streetlights revealing concern on his face. Too much? he asked.

I braved a smile. For now. Lets take it one freak show at a time, okay?

From the other side of the car came that delicious chuckle, and I clenched my core in an involuntary response.

The car slowed, making the turn onto Brads road, and I looked at the stately homes that passed, each one more impressive than the last. Then we pulled into Brads drive, the suspension smoothing the rough ride of the pavers below us, and taking us to his home.

I entered the lobby of Clarke, De Luca & Broward on Monday morning at seven-thirty on the dot. Waving at Ancient Dorothy, I pressed the elevator call button and waited for the car. My early morning wait was interrupted by a clattering of heels from somewhere behind me. The clattering had speed and determination that made me tense in anticipation. I risked a glance over my shoulder and came in full eye contact with an Amazon of a woman. I was wearing three-inch heels and she still towered a good six inches above me, coming to an abrupt halt so close to me that I was forced to look up just so my face wasnt buried in her breasts. I smiled hesitantly in greeting and stepped to the side, turning back to the bank of elevators, now in the awkward position of whether or not to make polite conversation on the ride up. I was already terrified of this woman, and didnt know why, other than the fact that she was clearly sizing me up and not being the slightest bit shy about it. I almost expected her to ask me to open my mouth so she could inspect my teeth.

The doors slid open, and after standard overtures, she stepped onto the car, her strong mass dominating the elaborate space. My inner turmoil over whether or not to converse with her was solved by the moment the doors closed.

So, she announced with gusto. Youre Julia.

Beg your pardon? I asked.

Julia Campbell, she said, grinning at me, her face beautiful despite the extra weight it carried. As a failed makeup study, I recognized quality makeup when I saw it, and this girl had enhanced an already beautiful face to model-quality, an attribute that many men probably overlooked because of her size. Thats you, right? I hacked into H.R.s file and got a copy of your drivers license. Your pic is a few years old, but pretty damn close.

If there had been room to take a step back in the elevator, I would have. If I had been scared of her before, I was sweating bullets now. Im sorry...I dont believe we have met. You are...?

She laughed. Sorry. Im Rebecca. Brads assistant.

Brads assistant. Suddenly I could breathe a little easier. Oh. I thought all of his assistants were... I tried to find the words to describe the three secretaries that reigned over Brads wing of the firm.

Old, wrinkly bitches? She grinned at me as the doors opened, and I burst out laughing at the description, one that probably fit the three elegant senior citizens that had stuffily dismissed me the one time I had dared to approach their desk. We stepped out of the elevator together and she followed me as I pressed on the door to the West Wing. Surprised, I glanced over at her. You coming over here?

Just for a sec. Brad wanted me to introduce myself, and a thirty-second ride wont do that justice.

I doubted a three-day road trip would do that justice, but I smiled at her and unlocked my office door, ushering her in. It was early, but the rest of the staff would be filing in soon. I hoped she wasnt planning on staying long. Rebeccas presence was as subtle as a giant sign screaming Im dating Brad De Luca! hung outside my door.

I cant stay. Her quick words made me wonder how transparent my inhospitable thoughts were. Let me just get your email address and Ill be on my way.

My email?

Yeah. Your personal one. Ill need to send you some stuff that shouldnt go over the company intranet.

I blushed, hoping the attachments werent of the adult variety and wondering how much Rebecca knew about our relationship. I scribbled down my email address, passing it to her with a smile that I hoped communicated my friendly intent. It was nice to meet you, Rebecca.

Hey, you, too. Maybe Ill see you around. She waved cheerily and swung out the door, her heels pounding down the hallway, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the double doors close behind her. I plopped down in my chair, spinning slightly as I stared at the ceiling. Rebecca sending me stuff. This would be interesting.