Trevor's POV
"So, where do you want to go eat?" I asked her, moving closer to her as I wrapped my arm around her.
"Let's eat at home. We can order in?" she asked me. Maybe she was tired.
"Okay. Pizza?"
"Sure," she said. I started texting the order, getting her favorite pizza and sent it through. "Jonathan, my place, please," Trevor said. Jonathan looked into the mirror and nodded as he said, "Yes, Sir."
He pushed a button to close us from him. She snuggled in deeper to me and I couldn't wait to go to sleep, because then I get to hold her even closer to me. How did we go from making out in a club's bathroom, to sleeping next to each other, without having sex. And I've never slept with a woman in the same bed. Amabel's changing me. But is it for the better?
When we got to my building where Jonathan dropped us off at the front and drove off to park the car in the basement. I needed to keep myself in check whenever we were in the elevator. What is it with elevators? Seriously...
I kept holding her hand all the way up to my apartment. The doors opened and we walked to the front doors of my apartment. On the wall by the wooden doors, there was a button. I pushed it and a little piece of the wall turned down to reveal a scanner. Placing my palm on it, the doors opened.
"That's new," she said. I glanced a look at her and said, "No, it's always been there. You just never noticed. But to be fair, you were either asleep or drunk when I carried you in."
Amabel slapped my arm playfully. I began to laugh. "Don't laugh at me," she said. I grabbed her over my shoulder and carried her inside. "Trevor, put me down. Please, put me down." Before putting her down, I walked us to the kitchen, smacked her ass and placed her on the kitchen counter.
Damn, I was getting hungry. She was breathing hard from being upside down. I gently took her face in my hands and kissed her. Just like that night, she pulled me closer with her legs and me between them. Fuck, that's hot when she does that.
She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my back. Her touch is exotic and her lips toxic. If I had one wish, it would be to be stuck on her lips forever. I'll never get tired of kissing her.
The doorbell rang and I groaned. Why do we always have to be interrupted? WHY? She cleared her throat, telling me to get the door. I licked my lips and went over to the door. When I left, I heard her sigh hard. Was she turned on?"
I opened the door. "Delivery for Mr. Walker?" a blond girl said. I took it from her and gave her the money from my pocket. "Thanks, have a good night," I said. She started blushing and answered, "Thank you. Same to you, Sir."
Do I have this effect on all the women? Not with Amabel... That's one woman that didn't fall for your charms.
That's right. Amabel is the only woman. That makes this even more fun, because I get to win her heart over and over and over again. I like working hard to get what I want, and Amabel... she's not one to give it easily.
I got back inside and called for Amabel to join me in the living room on the couch. I sat on the floor, which had underfloor heating, on the carpet as she came with two glasses of her favorite juice. "Mango?" I asked. She took a sip and nodded. I held out my hand for her and then she sat down with me.
"So, how was your day?" she asked me. To be honest, I had a good day. My meeting with the board went well, my company is expanding and I was with her in another meeting.
"Good. How was yours?" I asked.
I saw she was blushing. She wanted to speak, but she still had a piece of pizza in her mouth. "Good. Just a lot of work I still have to do."
I nodded. I can only imagine the amount of work an assistant has. Yes, we as CEOs have a lot of meetings and things to attend, but an assistant has to make notes on those meetings. Schedule other meetings with clients, the boards and other investors. Taking calls and more... Damn. And she takes care of her mom. No wonder she wants to stay in.
"When does it have to be done?" I asked her.
"Tomorrow. Your dad will need them to draw up contracts. So, I have to go home after dinner," she said. Noooo. She can't leave.
"Oh," I said. Try not to sound too disappointed, you idiot.
"What?" she asked with a smile in the corner of her lips. How do I tell her that I don't want her to leave?
"You know you can stay here," I said, taking another bite from my pizza. Her head fell to the side. I wonder what she's thinking now.
"You know that I'll never be able to work then. I won't focus. And we might end up doing other work," she said, making me almost choke on the piece I had in my mouth. She started patting my back with her palm as she laughed.
"Are you okay?" she asked, still laughing. That's it. Time for my revenge. "You think that's funny? Here, I'll give you something to laugh about," I said, grabbed her and dropped her on the couch. I started kissing her and tickling her. She has this very sensitive part just below her ear that makes her go crazy. She laughed even more.