We’re in my office for Pete’s sake . . . this isn’t good, but there’s no way in hell I can stop. My addiction to Kathryn Landon isn’t slowing down. Like a forest fire in a wind storm, I’m completely out of control.
She fucks me.
Hard, unbridled, and wet.
Like animals, we feed from each other’s bodies . . . and I love every fucking second of it.
KATE
I walk down the street on the way to meet Elanor for lunch. She’s in London for a rare week, and I’m trying to patch things up between us. I don’t know what’s going on with her lately, but I do know she needs my compassion, not my anger.
My phone rings and I dig it out of my bag; the name Elliot lights up the screen.
“Hi.”
“How’s my girl?”
I smile at the sound of his deep, sexy voice. “Good.”
“I have to go to New York next week.”
I frown. “Oh . . . Okay.”
“I want you to come with me.”
I stop on the spot. “Why?”
“Because I can’t go seven days without seeing you.”
I smile goofily down the phone, and I know it’s true. We’ve spent almost every night together for weeks. We’re so besotted that it’s just assumed we will spend each night together, it’s not even a question. I can’t go seven days without seeing him either.
“I can show you my New York home and take you to my gallery. And besides, I want to have you to myself for a week,” he says as he tries to talk me into it.
Excitement fills me, I don’t need convincing. It sounds like heaven.
“I’ll have to work through the days of course, but I can arrange a meeting so that you have an excuse to be there—”
“No,” I cut him off. “I’ll take leave, I have lots owing. I don’t want anyone from work knowing about us.”
“Okay.”
“I mean—” That came out wrong. “You know what I mean.”
“I do. Where are you?” he asks.
“On my way to meet my sister for lunch.”
“I keep forgetting that you have a sister, what’s her name again?”
“Elanor.” I pause for a moment. “Actually, do you know her? Elanor Landon.”
“I don’t think so, how would I know her?”
“She goes out with the kind of men you mix with, perhaps you’ve seen her around?”
“Hmm, the name isn’t familiar, who knows? Maybe I’ve seen her before, I’ll know when I meet her, I guess.”
I smile as hope blooms in my chest. He’s planning on meeting my family . . . Oh, this is going too good to be true, and not at all as I expected.
“So, you’ll come to New York?” he asks.
“If I can get time off work.”
“I’m pretty sure that your boss would insist on it.” I can tell that he’s smiling.
“Well, my boss is a sex maniac.” I smirk.
“Happily so,” he says in his deep, swoony voice.
Well, that makes two of us.
“Goodbye, Kathryn.”
I smile; not that long ago I hated it when he called me Kathryn, but now it’s a term of endearment.