Alistair’s eyes sent daggers in Wales’s direction. Shut up, you idiot. “Davidoff, I’ll ask the legal department to review these clauses and Wales will-”
“MacCraig, seems to me that Wales doesn’t know whom he’s talking to.” Edward’s voice had the sharp edge of barely controlled rage.
Aye, it seems Wales has really fucked up this time.
“I think we have concluded our business with your bank, Mr. MacCraig.” Sophia rose and leaned on Edward, who wrapped an arm around her, snaking it around her waist, offering protection, comfort, and support. Immediately, the other two men rose.
Close, aren’t you? Alistair noticed every nuance of the embrace. This woman is the key to the account. I was so sure I would sign this contract today.
It was Wales’s turn to pale. “Mrs. Santo… Please, sit. I’m sure we can find-”
Ah. Not Miss anymore? “We no longer have anything to discuss with you, Mr. Wales,” she stated, her voice as cold as the Arctic.
“Mrs. San-” he tried to insist.
“I’ll handle this, Wales,” Alistair intervened, raising a hand to halt more damage. “Mrs. Santo, if there is anything I could personally do…”
“We, at Leibowitz, don’t base our conclusions or business decisions on rumors,” she dripped acid, “and, Mr. MacCraig,” she look deeply into his eyes, any hint of the previous desire gone, “if you really want to do business with us, you will have to accept the terms. Our terms, from now on.”
She calmly put her pen in her bag and packed her draft and Edward’s in her briefcase, closing it firmly. She held her hand out to Alistair and he enveloped it with his much bigger one.
Cold, so cold. He looked at her pale face and his anger shimmered. Fuck. Wales has overstepped now.
“I bid you good day, Mr. MacCraig,” she said softly, staring into his beautiful green eyes. Searching. For what exactly, she didn’t know.
Sophia left the room with a cool demeanor that wouldn’t deter Alistair for a second.
Mayfair. Hibiscus.
9 p.m.
“You never talk about your husband. Why?” Ethan asked after ordering their dinner. He hated the man, but he wanted to know everything about her, even if it pained him to hear about Sophia and another man. Knowledge is power.
“It’s painful.” She breathed, “You can’t imagine what it’s like to lose the person you love until it happens.”
“I see.” Pain; this I understand. “When did he die?”
“Two-thousand-eight.” Don’t give away too much. He’s too smart.
“And your brothers and sisters? Parents?”
Sophia smiled. “I have one brother, that you’ve met, and three sisters, Carolina, Valentina, the one you met, and Victoria, Valentina’s twin.”
Ethan smiled and shifted slightly on the sofa they were sharing, repositioning his body to look at her better.
Sophia blossomed under his attention. He looked at her with so much interest that she easily spilled out her entire life to him. Careful, Sophia. You still don’t know this man.
“You’re not hungry?” He looked at her, concerned, as the waiter took away her almost full plate. She had pushed around the food, taking tiny bites. “You barely ate. You’re thinner than when I met you.”
The waiter brought their dessert and served them.
Sophia smiled at Ethan. “Don’t mind me. The food was delicious, a surprising combination of flavors. I loved it.” She picked up her dessert spoon and dipped it in the Bakewell tart with clotted cream ice cream and cherry gel. “Don’t worry.” She flicked her hand. “I was dying to taste this.” She closed her mouth around the spoon and moaned.
Ethan leaned in her direction, brushed her hair from her face, and spoke huskily in her ear. “And I, I’m dying to taste you again, baby.”
Desire shot through her body. “You can ask for the check.” Her breath hitched, “I don’t want coffee.”
He immediately signaled for the waiter and his hand went up her thigh, sliding under her Valentino dress. “What are you wearing today?” he whispered, biting her earlobe.
“It’s a surprise,” she informed him hoarsely. “Behave. We’re in a restaurant.”
“Jesus!” His blue eyes went electric when his hand touched the skin between her stocking and garter. “You take my breath away, Sophia.”
He barely looked at the bill the waiter brought, flinging cash on the black leather case. He desired that woman. Jesus! I can’t get enough of her.
Ethan had a huge erection by the time he parked in his garage. If he had been in his Rolls, he would have had her right in the car. The Porsche is too small for the two of us.
As soon as his private lift doors closed he backed her up on its wall and kissed her hard, his hand grabbing her hair to pin her in place and pressing his hips to hers.
He dragged her behind him when they arrived on his floor without a word, going directly to his room. He was eager to touch her skin. He shed his overcoat and blazer and threw them on the sofa in the sitting room; he did the same with her fur coat. He burrowed his head in her neck and licked her throat.
She moved her head to the side, giving him full access, as she undid the buttons of his shirt, the tip of her fingers caressing his chest. Her nails scorched his nipples lightly and he grunted softly. Her dress fell on the floor and he backed away to look at her.
His eyes widened and a hungry grin graced his face. Jesus! Beige-and-brown sheer lingerie and belt garters with sheer lace top stockings.
He dropped to his knees and buried his nose on the apex of her thighs, inhaling. “You smell so good, baby.” He tore off her panties. His tongue traced her seam and he put his hands on her inner thighs encouraging her to spread her legs and he dived between them. A moan escaped her lips when he lapped at her. He gripped her waist with a hand to steady her as he put one of her legs on his shoulder. He took his time enjoying her and only let go when her hands yanked hard at his hair.
Her eyes were light and clear with lust. “Up!” she ordered, tugging on his hair again.
He smiled with utter satisfaction and stood up to kiss her, shedding his shirt to the floor as she unzipped his trousers and pushed them and his briefs down, kneeling in front of him clad in a bra, garter and stockings, and high heels. The exotic beige lace of the Philip Tracey shoes he had given her tantalized his imagination as they caressed her ankles and calves.
Ethan gaped at the sight. Hot! He hardened even more. She moistened her lips in anticipation. He groaned, whatever control he had left slipped away with that vision. She looked at him through long lashes and with a wicked grin, opened her mouth and… Just licked him with the tip of her tongue. Please! And again. He thrust forward and she backed away.
“Sophia, don’t tease!” he growled and pulled her hair almost painfully.
She swirled her tongue around him. “Just paying in kind,” she taunted. “Burn for me.” She breathed and took him fully in her mouth. He grunted and moved his fingers into her hair, grabbing it. She took hold of the base of his erection and worked him all over, tonguing, stroking, and sucking.
He gripped her arms, pulled her from the floor, and almost flung her on to the bed. She took her lacy bra off. He quickly kicked his trousers and briefs from his ankles and lying beside her his mouth immediately searched for a breast. She arched on the bed.