Chapter 3

THREE

Walking beside him down the sidewalk, I keep sneaking glances over at him. My mind, going back and forth, is trying to figure out his angle. Zach is the son of my boss. Everyone at our company knows he will inherit. Not that he doesn"t' work his ass off. Every day I watch him bust his ass to prove he is more than the son of the boss. I am not overtly obvious about my crush on him, but when I think I can get away with it, my gaze is only on him. Not just him though. I see the way the girls at the company look at him. The way the push their boobs in his face, bat their eyelashes and one time I even saw a girl bend over in front of his face. Like, she really bent over pretending to pick something up. I had just gotten my coffee and damn near spit it out all over the floor, I choked so hard watching her try to seduce him. Impressively enough though, he seems to not have any interest in anyone there. Including me. So this, whatever this is, is confusing the hell out of me.

"You got something you want to ask me, baby?" I jump when I hear his voice, my eyes bucking when I see his eyes on me. I can feel my cheeks heat up knowing he caught me staring at him. Damn it!

"Ummm, not right now. Other than where are we going?"

"Not too far. Just right across the street to the building there." he points in front of us, and I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes. Of course he would live in Trump Towers. As we walk in through the front glass doors, the security guard nods at him as he input his code for the elevator. As much as I feel a bit out of place, I can't help but be in awe at how beautiful it is on the inside. I have never seen something so elegant and posh. I find myself holding my breath afraid I am going to somehow damage this piece of art by breathing.

"It's just a building." he whispers in my ear, pulling me to the elevator. The hell? The elevators are freaking fantastic. I really wish I was holding my dog right now. I could hide behind him. But, Zach shows no sign of letting him go. Smart ass.

We walk off the elevator straight into his place and I want nothing more than to turn around and go back downstairs. I am literally standing against the wall trying not to touch anything.

"Lynn. Stop acting silly. Come here." he motions for me to come to him. No words poised to leave my mouth, I shake my head, not moving. He looks at me for a second before smirking. Initially, I can't figure out why he is smirking. I find nothing about this humorous. He places Bingo down who of course takes off like he has been caged this whole time and stalks toward me. My feet immediately begin to move, sliding across the wall trying to go where I don't know. I come to a desk and can no longer move. My heart is beating faster than a second hand on a clock. I can feel it trying to beat out of my chest. But that is not all that is changing. My nipples have beaded, obviously begging for him to touch them, even as my throat has closed up, begging him not to. I won't even get into my pussy right now that is acting like wanton hussy, dripping into my panties. I don't even know who she is right now.

Zach walks in front of me and cages me inside his arms against the wall. "Hmmm finally got you where I have wanted you for over a year." he says sniffing up the side of my neck, sending shivers through my body. His warm breath on me is far more sexy then it should be. His tongue leaves his mouth and trails up my neck and the moan that leaves my mouth cannot be stopped.

"Zach." I find myself saying. More like whining.

"I'm here baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." With that declaration he kisses me. No. Kiss is too tame a word. He takes me. With only his mouth. His hands, not touching me. The moment his mouth touches mine, I know I am home. I don't think twice about opening my mouth and playing tongue hockey with his. He kisses, licks, bites and sucks, like he has found his oasis and fuck if I don't love it. Before I can stop myself, my hands wrap around his neck. I lift on my toes trying to rub myself against him. God. Who is this woman? I don't even know myself right now. I desperately want his hands to touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. He falls further into me, his hands still not touching me, and I whimper, trying to convey my need for him. Our tongues continue to dance. My leg lifts to climb him. "Woof!" We both jump back laughing as we look at Bingo's cute little face. Hater! I think smiling at my dog. Zach, rubs my hair out of my face and kisses my forehead once more before he bends down to pick Bingo up.

"Come on baby. I wanted to show you this." I follow him through his beautiful place, my mouth hanging open the whole way. Holy hell. The floorplan is open, windows everywhere, so it looks like we are standing outside. He keeps walking past the living room. My mind is totally not focused until I come into the bedroom and stop. I gasp, not believing what I am seeing. I find myself spinning in circles, taking it all in. on every surface of this wall are pictures of me. ME laughing. ME frowning. ME starring off into space. It is just photo after photo. I am not sure how to feel.

"What ...what is all this Zach?" I ask him. Teetering between flattered and scared.

"You, Lynn. It's all you." Oh my.

"I, I don't understand. Why Zach? I'm...I'm nobody." My shoulders drop as I state the obvious. Sure, I managed to pull myself up and got a job. I have my own studio apartment. But me, a little orphan girl, no family, no friends, no roots. He could do so much better. I sneak a glance up at him, and his nose is spread as his hands clench and unclench.

"You don't get to talk about my woman that way. Ever." he demands moving toward me. My heart begins to pick up as my body once again awakens. I quickly scan the room taking stock of everything in it. Partially looking for a way out, but also looking for somewhere to lay and offer myself to him. God how does he turn me inside out. "I was going to wait. Give you time. Woo you. Let you come to the understanding before I took you. But, I can see you doubting everything you are. Everything we are going to be. I am done waiting. I waited a year for you to know how special you are. Apparently I went about it wrong."

Done with his speech, he bends and lifts me in his arms, kissing me before moving us in the direction of his bed. Savoring that kiss, I kiss him back, wanting him to know I am with him. At least for the moment. I mean, it can't be for any more than that. Can it?