The Billionaire's Fantasy - Part 2
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Kate Hewitt
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Chapter Four
AS SOON AS Louise Jensen opened her trench coat she knew she’d made a mistake. A huge one, because Jaiven Rodriguez looked appalled.
Damn, damn, damn. What the hell had she been thinking, cabbing it to the Bronx in nothing but a coat and six-inch heels? Was she really that stupid?
Apparently, yes. Because Jaiven’s comment about sexual fantasies had lit a spark inside of her, and four days of celibacy—hardly unusual, yet now seemingly unendurable—had fanned it into raging flame.
She’d told herself she could use a little fantasy sex, the no-strings fling Jaiven had promised. She’d made a compelling argument inside her head that it would actually be good for her, that it would help her move on to a real relationship. This was the bridge between loneliness and hope, between marriage to Jack and a relationship with some stable, safe, boring man she might meet one day.
And she’d realized she’d always had a secret fantasy about showing up to a man’s place in nothing but a coat and heels. Being that sassy and confident and bold.
What an idiotic fantasy that was.
“So maybe not,” she said, choking on the words as she hastened to close her coat. Her hands were shaking and she couldn’t get the buttons and buckles fastened. Stupid coat. Stupid buckles. Stupid her.
“I love it,” Jaiven told her quickly, his voice low, “but my mother is here.” He sounded caught between amusement and alarm, and Louise let out a horrified laugh.
“Your mother? You have got to be kidding me.”
“I wish I was.”
He sounded so regretful that Louise laughed again, albeit shakily.
“Who is that, Jaiven?”
Louise’s mouth dropped open and she took a stumbling step away from the door. “Oh no—”
“Oh, yes.” Jaiven rolled his eyes heavenward as his mother, a small, round woman in a cherry-red dress and matching heels came bustling toward them.
Louise smiled, or tried to, but she seemed to have lost control of her facial muscles. And her coat still wasn’t buttoned up properly.
She’d thought she’d been embarrassed before, but she’d had no idea what that even felt like. If embarrassment were a video game, she was the world champion, her initials on every glowing screen. Beat this score. Not.
“Who are you?” his mother asked, not precisely rudely, but close. She eyed Louise’s coat with suspicion, and who could blame her? The important bits were thankfully covered, but she was showing a lot of leg.
Louise tightened her belt, tried to close her coat a little more. It gaped at the throat and with her other hand she snatched at the lapels. His mother probably thought she was a streaker. Or maybe a prostitute.
“Umm…”
“Louise is a friend, Mama,” Jaiven said calmly. He looked weary and weirdly resigned, yet when he caught her eye he gave her a tiny quirk of a smile. “She just stopped by for a drink.”
“A drink?” His mother looked even more suspicious. Maybe in her world respectable women did not stop by men’s apartments for drinks. They certainly didn’t turn up nearly naked.
“That’s right,” she managed, still clutching at her coat. “But I didn’t realize he was with you. So I’ll just…”
“Stay,” Jaiven interjected. He tugged at her hand, which had her coat gaping open again. Now she was showing leg and cleavage. Perfect.
She tried to give him a covert glare. “No, really—”
“I’d like you to stay. We were just sitting down to dinner. You can eat with us.” He turned to his mother with an appealing smile, his hand still clasped around Louise’s like a vise. “Can’t she, Mama?”
His mother sniffed. “I suppose I made enough.” She turned back to the house and Louise leaned closer to Jaiven.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed.
“Keeping you here, of course,” he answered, as if that were a no-brainer. “You are going to drive me out of my mind all evening, you know that?”
“And I’m supposed to wear—what?” Louise demanded.
“Just keep your coat on.”
She let out a disbelieving huff of laughter. “Jaiven, that’s going to look a little weird.”
“Have some confidence, Louise.” He gave her a wicked smile. “Be bold. Isn’t that what you coming here is about?”
She stared at him, once more unsettled by how well he read her. He knew exactly what this fantasy was about. And how better to own it than to see it all the way through?
And yet this situation was also very awkward. Potentially totally humiliating. And she did not do humiliation.
“Come on, Louise,” Jaiven said softly. He tugged her into the house, his eyes glinting with amusement and yet also hot with desire. “Drive me wild.”
And with a small, answering smile curving her mouth, she knew she did want to drive him wild. Tempt and taunt him all evening. But she was going to tighten the belt on her coat first.
She followed Jaiven upstairs to the main living area, the dining area open to the kitchen. His mother was already seated at the table. “So sorry to interrupt,” she told Jaiven’s mother. “Jaiven didn’t know I was coming. What’s your name?”
“Rosa.” The woman eyed her beadily as Jaiven pulled out a chair and Louise sank into it, making sure her coat stayed closed.
“So nice to meet you, Rosa,” she said, trying for a smile, and the woman just folded her arms.
Jaiven placed his hands on her shoulders and asked, “May I take your coat?”
A bubble of surprised laughter burst from her lips and quickly she shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m good.”
“Sure?” Jaiven murmured, and she tilted her head up to meet his glinting gaze, tried to convey with her sternest teacher’s glare that he should not push it quite that much.
He just smiled back.
All right, fine. She could do this. Jaiven thought she could do this. Taking a deep breath, she gave him a smile back. “But if I get a little hot, Jaiven, I’ll let you know.” She trailed her fingertips along her cleavage, saw Jaiven’s pupils flare, heard his mother snort.
Okay, whatever. She didn’t care what this woman thought of her. She wasn’t going to cringe or cower or apologize. So she’d showed up to a man’s house in a trench coat. Her choice. And she’d see it through.
Jaiven went to the kitchen area to fetch her a plate and Louise sat in silence across from his mother, who had folded her arms across her impressive bust and was giving Louise a narrowed, very shrewd look.
“Your coat,” she finally said after nearly a minute of taut silence. “It needs to be buttoned.”
Louise glanced down and saw that her improperly buttoned coat was gaping so much at the front that Jaiven’s mother could nearly see her nipple. She bit her lip to keep from laughing out of sheer nerves and rebuttoned it.
“Oops,” she said.
Rosa made a huffing sound, her arms still folded. “You know my son well?”
Hmm, tricky question. What was she supposed to say? No, we’re just acquaintances really, but I showed up to his house naked. “We’re friends.”
“I just met Louise last week,” Jaiven said as he came back with a plate and cutlery and set her a place at the table. Oh, and that sounded better.
His mother said nothing, but then she didn’t need to. The expression on her face said at all. Clearly in her eyes Louise was a no-good slut of a woman.
Well, Louise thought with sudden satisfaction, maybe she was. That would make a change, at least.
The next hour bordered on interminable. Louise didn’t really contribute to the conversation between Jaiven and his mother. She didn’t even think of someone like Jaiven as having a mother, and certainly not one who pestered and nagged him about all sorts of things: his work, his home, his lack of a respectable woman in his life—it was, she suspected, safe to assume his mother did not place her in that category.
What was even more surprising than the woman herself was Jaiven’s response to her. He took all her criticisms, implied or overt, with a careful equanimity that intrigued Louise because he certainly seemed like a man who didn’t take crap from anyone, not even his mother.
After an hour of only half listening, even Louise felt like telling the woman where she could put it. Instead she decided to have some fun, and slipped off her heel. Stretching her leg out under the table, she ran her foot up Jaiven’s leg all the way to his crotch.
She kept her face blank as she pressed her foot between his legs and felt him harden. Jaiven had gone still, his eyes narrowed as his mother yammered on about some cousin’s baby.
Louise pressed her foot against him and Jaiven shifted in his seat, ground out some response to Rosa. Louise bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud.
She’d never felt so powerful. This was sexual confidence.
She ran her foot down his leg again and then back up, and this time when she reached his crotch his fingers clamped around her ankle, keeping her foot in place.
Louise thought he would thrust her foot away but to her amazement—and delight—he didn’t. He met her gaze across the table with a wicked, knowing one of his own, and then brought her foot closer against him, his fingers sliding up her ankle nearly to her knee.
Desire sizzled through her. So two could play at this game, apparently. And Jaiven, she suspected, could play it very well.
They kept up their game of footsie through another half hour of Rosa’s company, and by the time she finally hefted herself to her feet Louise felt nearly liquid with desire. Jaiven rose as well, and Louise followed suit, one hand clutching her coat to keep it together.
Finally the door closed, and Jaiven turned to her, his eyes dark, his expression suddenly fierce.
“You’d better get that coat off now.”
And bold as she’d become, Louise couldn’t keep from teasing him a little more. “Didn’t you have a nice time?” she asked, her eyebrows raised innocently.
“I’m in pain, woman,” Jaiven growled. He reached for the belt of her coat and gave it one swift tug. “You’ve been torturing me for nearly two hours.”
“You were the one who invited me in.”
Her coat had fallen open and Louise found she didn’t even mind. She shrugged it off, stood before him in nothing but heels. She’d bought them especially, fire-engine red with a six-inch heel. She’d almost broken her ankle climbing out of the taxi, but they were all part of the fantasy. The fantasy Jaiven had understood, about feeling sexy and bold and on top of the world.
She felt that way now.
Jaiven groaned aloud. “You are the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. Now come here.”
And laughing, she came, pressing her naked body against him as he kissed her.
“I bet the cabbie knew you were naked under that coat,” he murmured as he turned his attention to the curve of her neck. “Tell me you did take a cab, and not the subway, to the Bronx at night with nothing but a trench coat on?”
“Of course I took a cab. I’m not stupid.” And now that she thought about it, the cabbie had eyed her coat with something close to a smirk. “I bet he’ll remember me,” she said with satisfaction, and Jaiven let out a throaty laugh.
“Damn right he will. Best ride of his life, I bet, and all he got to do was wonder.”
He lowered his mouth to her breast, his hands spanning her waist. Louise let her head fall back, let the sensations overwhelm her. They felt so good. “I’m very, very glad you had this fantasy,” Jaiven said in a voice that had turned hoarse with desire. “Very glad.”
Louise laughed breathlessly, driving her fingers through his hair to anchor him more closely to him. “Even if your mother thinks you consort with disreputable women?’
“My mother already thought that. And she couldn’t think less of me if she tried, anyway.” It was an offhand comment, and Jaiven had already moved his mouth lower, his tongue teasing her navel and making it very hard to think, yet even so Louise felt a flicker of curiosity. Wondered about the heart and soul of the man whose body she craved.
Then she stopped thinking at all because he was shucking his clothes and reaching for her, and as his lips found hers again and her legs wrapped around his hips she wasn’t curious about anything but the desire deepening inside her, and how only Jaiven could satisfy it.
Eventually they made it to the bed, a huge king-size affair on the top floor of the house, with skylights above that let in a flood of moonlight.
Louise lay amid the tangled, silken sheets, her legs twined with Jaiven’s, her hand resting palm-down over the thud of his heart. She felt sleepy and utterly sated by sex, and yet at the same time a part of her seemed to hover above the room, taking it all in, marveling at how intimate this all was. How emotional it all seemed.
Just sex, stupid, the rest of her reminded that part, and with a sigh of resignation it came crashing down. She had to go. It was probably after midnight already, and she didn’t relish looking for a cab in this part of the Bronx at such a late hour.
Yet she was so comfortable in Jaiven’s bed, with Jaiven’s body snugged around hers, his breathing slow and easy, his eyes closed although Louise didn’t think he was actually asleep.
“I should go,” she finally said, and began, admittedly only halfheartedly, to rise from the bed. Jaiven just tightened his hold on her and she relaxed back into him even though she knew she shouldn’t. She was pretty sure pillow talk wasn’t part of either of their fantasies.
“Why?” he asked, and she could hear the rumble of his voice through her hand on his chest.
“Because it’s late and I need to cab it back to the Upper West Side. I can’t imagine there are many taxis cruising around the Bronx at one in the morning.”
“If you think I’m letting you go outside and look for a cab dressed in just that coat, you’re crazy,” Jaiven answered. “I could call you a car,” he continued, his arms still wrapped around her. “But I won’t.”
“And why won’t you?”
“Because I like you right here.”
And she liked being here. Too much. So she put up a fight, mostly because it felt like the right thing to do. Draw a line in the sand, as it were: sex, not sleeping. Fantasy, not the all too welcome reality of two warm bodies cuddled together on a bed.
She decided to keep it light. “So, what, you have a fantasy about spooning with a woman in bed while whispering sweet nothings into her ear?”
Louise felt Jaiven’s body tense, his hands still on her bare back, and she realized she’d made a mistake. She’d meant to sound joking but Jaiven had obviously seen through that paper-thin facade to the real and messy emotion underneath.
Because that’s my fantasy.
Except it wasn’t. Couldn’t be. Wouldn’t be, because she wasn’t ready for a relationship at all, much less with someone like Jaiven.
A man like me.
What had he meant by that, anyway? Someone who collected women’s panties as personal trophies? Your average commitmentphobe? Did it even matter?
Clearly she needed to get out of here before he booted her out. Or before she started begging to stay. Either option was awful.
“Seriously, I have work tomorrow,” she said as she slipped from Jaiven’s embrace. His arms fell to his sides as he let her go, and Louise tried not to let that hurt.
This was about enjoying a fling, exploring some sexual fantasies, she reminded herself as she searched for her clothes. And that was all.
“I think you might run into a problem,” Jaiven informed her lazily. He’d rolled onto his back and lay there with his arms crossed underneath his head, unashamedly and quite magnificently naked.
“The problem being?” Louise asked as she stood there, not quite so unashamedly naked, wishing she’d thought about the coming home part of showing up in a trench coat and heels. The return trip wasn’t nearly as appealing.
“You don’t have anything to wear home.”
“I have my coat.”
Jaiven’s gaze swept over her, and she saw the heat flare in his eyes. It still amazed her that he actually desired her. If she hadn’t seen and felt the proud evidence she never would have believed it.
But maybe that was just because despite ten years to get over it, not to mention all the self-help books on female empowerment and a PhD in the politics of gender, she still felt as if she didn’t measure up as a woman. As a person.
Thanks to a husband who had informed her she didn’t—and had shown her in ways she couldn’t bear to remember—all too often.
But she wasn’t going to think about Jack now. She’d managed not to think about him for ten years. She’d like to keep that trend going.
“I can’t,” he told her, his voice silky, “allow you to leave here in nothing but that coat.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not safe.”
“I was perfectly safe coming over here.”
“It was early evening, then, and you weren’t trawling the Bronx looking for a cab.”
“I thought you were going to call me a private car.”
“I said I could. But I think I won’t.”
She shook her head, exasperated, and yes, still naked. Still feeling a little embarrassed, now that the flood of confidence-building desire had receded. How repressed was she, that she could not hold a conversation in the nude? It wasn’t even just about body image; it was about herself. Feeling exposed. Bracing herself to be criticized or worse. All those old hang-ups were coming back to haunt her now, and she didn’t like the feeling at all.
“I’ll call myself one then,” she told him. “It’s simpler all around if I go now.”
“Really? Because I think it’s simpler if you stay. I can take you home tomorrow, after I buy you some proper clothes.”
“Buy me clothes?”
“Another one of my fantasies.”
“I can’t imagine shopping is one of your fantasies.”
He smiled and, reaching up with one hand, grabbed her own and tugged her back to the bed. “You’d be surprised.”
She eyed him skeptically. “What about buying a woman clothes appeals to you?” She’d let him pull her onto the bed; she’d even snuggled up next to him and arched like a cat as he smoothed a hand over her body. She was completely spineless. And she felt boneless under his caressing hand, everything in her melting with pleasure.
“Well, let me see…” Jaiven cupped her breast in his palm and Louise squirmed with pleasure. “Seeing you try them on, certainly. Taking them off, definitely. And I’ve never actually had sex in a dressing room before. I think that could be a very interesting experience.”
“In a dressing room?” Louise’s voice ended on a sigh as he bent his head and applied his mouth to her breast. “Is that really a fantasy of yours?”
“It might be now. I have a lot of fantasies when it comes to you, Louise.”
Which seemed incredible, if he really meant it. Maybe it was just the Jaiven Rodriguez version of pillow talk.
And yet, Louise thought before her mind blurred completely, it seemed that flattery would get him everywhere.
