At last lunch had been eaten, the little black strip on the back of Noah’s gold card had been worn down, and the trunk of Polly’s car was almost too full to close. We were on our way back to the Crawford estate and I hadn’t given up one morsel of information, so I was pretty darn proud of myself. I wasn’t sure Polly had actually believed anything I’d told her all day, except maybe the drag queen show tidbit. Honestly, she wasn’t as tough as Noah had led me to believe.
We pulled to a stop in the circular driveway, and Polly stopped the car right in front of the door. She didn’t get out, though. She turned to me and pulled her sunglasses down, looking over the top rim. “I like you, Lanie. I really do. And I can already tell we’re going to be great friends,” she started. “But let’s get something clear. You need to understand that Noah is more than just a boss to me and Mason. He’s our friend, and Lord knows he doesn’t have many of them. He’s been hurt before, and I can’t stand idly by and let something like that happen again. So as long as you’re being good to him, I won’t pry into your personal life.”
I put my hand on her shoulder and gave her a serious look. “You’re a terrible liar, Polly, but I’ll try not to hold it against you.”
Her mouth dropped open as if she was offended, but she knew she’d been called out. Just then Samuel came out to help us with my bags. I gave Polly a wink and got out, leaving her sitting there with her mouth still hanging open.
I thought it was sweet that Polly was so protective of Noah. If only she’d known the truth behind our relationship, she wouldn’t have been so quick to give me the “if you hurt him, I’m going to have to kick your ass” speech. She never actually threatened me outright, but she was most definitely warning me.
“This isn’t over, Lanie!” she called from the car as Samuel and I made our way into the house.
“See you tomorrow, Polly!” I called over my shoulder with a giggle, then disappeared inside the house.
I went up to Noah’s bedroom and started going through the bags. I had no clue where to put my things, but something told me that most of what Polly had picked out wasn’t supposed to be balled up and stuffed in a drawer somewhere. I went to his closet and opened it up. I’d like to say I was shocked by the meticulous way he had everything stored there, but I wasn’t. I saw neat rows of shoes, each pair polished to perfection; his dress shirts were arranged by color, as were the suit pants and jackets, all sheathed in plastic dry cleaner’s bags. But the real kicker was that everything was spaced so that nothing touched anything else.
He was such a super freak.
So what could I do? I grinned and bit the corner of my mouth. Then I shoved all of his clothes to one side and hung my clothes up alongside his. If he didn’t like it, he could just give me my own room.
~$~
By quarter of six, everything was put away and I was waiting by the front door, as Noah had instructed. Kind of ridiculous, if you asked me, him expecting me to just stand there like June Cleaver, waiting for him to come walking through the door. I supposed he’d probably get a real kick out of it if I took his briefcase from him, handed him his sweater, and kissed him on the cheek before leading him to the den to sit in his favorite chair where his slippers and pipe were waiting. Not bloody likely, Ward.
The click of the doorknob brought me out of my TV Land fantasy, and I stopped biting my cuticles. Noah looked like hell warmed over, but the smile on his face was instant.
“Hi, honey! How was your day?” I asked with the biggest, fakest, most sarcastic smile I could muster.
Noah huffed out a laugh and set his briefcase down on the table. He ran his hands through his hair as he cocked his head to the side and regarded me. “It was shitty.”
“Aw, poor baby,” I cooed, poking out my bottom lip to mock him. “Sitting behind a desk all day in a cushy air-conditioned office while other people wait on you hand and foot sounds absolutely grueling.”
“You know, I like your mouth better when it’s got something in it.” He reached for the front of his pants and undid his belt. “So why don’t you come here and make my day a little better?” he said as he pulled out his cock.
My mouth dropped open, and I imagined I had the same look on my face that Polly had had in the car earlier.
“Yeah, just like that, only on my dick.”
“Right here? In the entryway? But I’m not sure the cook is gone yet. What if someone sees us?” I said with a frantic rush of words. I may have been panicking, but Double Agent Coochie was already on her knees with her hands raised in prayer, begging me to just go with it.
“Well, now, that would be part of the allure, wouldn’t it?” He reached out and pulled me closer to him. I could feel the movement of his hand against my stomach as he stroked himself. Noah’s hot breath washed over my face, his lips mere inches from mine. “I bet that turns you on, doesn’t it, Delaine? The fear of being caught on your knees with my dick in your mouth?”
The tip of his tongue snaked across my bottom lip and barely flicked at my upper lip, teasing me beyond distraction. “I’m going to introduce you to things you never even dreamed of doing before,” he murmured. “Forbidden things that I guarantee you’re going to love.”
I suddenly remembered that I was still without panties, and Double Agent Coochie was now drooling all over my thighs. The man had a wicked way with words.
Caught in his trance, I sank to my knees in front of him and took his cock in my hands. He groaned when I licked my lips and then gave the head a sensual kiss, capturing the little pearl drop of pre-come on the tip. I made a big show of swallowing it, like I was savoring his flavor. That earned me yet another moan.