A soft breath hissed out of her as he dipped down and pressed his lips to her knee. "I can do plenty on the basic stuff. The...ah...coding."
Her fingers pushed into his hair, tightened. "Marc...?"
Tracing his tongue along her skin, he murmured, "Hmmm?"
"Are you serious about me doing your website or did you just decide to throw some work my way?"
Tensing, he sat up.
Her eyes glinted.
"What?"
"You heard me. Do you want this site done or not?"
"I need a new site, d.a.m.n it. You"ve seen how s.h.i.tty it looks, right?"
"Oh, yes. I"ve seen. But if you"re serious, then you need to let me work when I say I"m working." She glanced down to where he was holding on to her ankle. "Would you be totally cool with it if I walked into the recording studio when you and the guys were working on a new alb.u.m and just starting stripping out of my clothes?"
Slowly, he uncurled his fingers from her ankle. "I"m just..."
"Marc, I know what you"re just...doing." Chaili kept her gaze focused on the computer. "And if I didn"t need to have this done for you in a seriously short period of time, then we could just for as long as you want."
"If it"s going to be too hard to get the website done by the deadline, we can put it off a few days," he said, blowing out a breath. Shoving upright, he started to pace.
"No. I said I could get it done. And the bonus happens only if I get it done by that time, remember?" She looked up long enough to flash him a quick smile. "I plan on getting it done."
"Yeah. I see that." Hooking a hand over the back of his neck, he glanced over at the clock. "How long are you going to work?"
"I"ll need a break in a couple of hours. If I get enough done, I may stop for the day," she said.
"Okay. So...lunch?"
She smiled at him. "It"s a date."
Chapter Fourteen.
"I want to take you out tonight."
With the phone propped on her ear, Chaili continued to work on the pictures. So far, she"d finished up the pictures for Miguel, Seth and Mac. Jacob and Marc were all that was left. Jacob had been out of town and she"d get his done once he was back. She was nervous about working on Marc"s, but that wasn"t anything she could explain to him.
"Okay. Take me out where?" she asked.
"Blue"s."
Chaili almost dropped the phone.
"Ah..." She licked her lips. She wasn"t so certain she wanted to do that.
"Yes?"
"I don"t have anything to wear." That wasn"t a lie. Blue ran a cla.s.sy joint and appearances were important. Chaili wasn"t about to go in there without the right kind of armor. Clothing was armor in certain areas of life. Walking into the place where her ex had tried to humiliate her a couple of times...yeah. Armor was necessary.
"Maybe you could let me buy you something."
Chaili turned away from the computer after taking a few seconds to save her work. She rose from the computer and paced the floor of her living room, staring at nothing, seeing Marc"s face in her mind.
For the past two weeks, they"d seen each other almost every day and it felt like she was getting so deep in over her head...but she wasn"t scared, because he seemed to be right there with her.
This, though...this was a hard thing he was asking.
"I"m not a member there anymore," she said quietly. "I can"t afford the dues and I don"t really want to be a member anymore."
"I am. You know how the place works, right? I"m at the select level. I can take guests, and I want you to be my guest." He paused and then added, "My date, Chaili. I"m taking you as my date...my woman, not my slave, not my submissive. I want to take you out to dinner, for drinks. I want to dance with you someplace where I don"t have to worry about cameras or anything."
Swallowing, she moved over to the couch, thinking that through. "Is that all we"re doing? Dinner. Drinks. Dancing?"
"I already told you I"ve got lines I won"t cross...certain areas at Blue"s, I haven"t gone, and I won"t go there." He blew out a breath and then added, "But if you want, I can see if she"s got one of your rooms open."
"My..." It clicked and then she sighed. "No. I don"t need that, Marc." h.e.l.l, it didn"t seem necessary. Marc took her places with just his voice, just his hands. That extra kick in the kink factor wasn"t needed anymore. "So this is basically just a date. Dinner. Drinks. Dancing. But you want the privacy thing, right?"
"Pretty much."
Nibbling on her lip, she thought it through. "Okay. But you"re not buying me anything to wear. I"ll go shopping." And she could actually do that too. Ilona had sent her an advance and she only felt a little bit guilty keeping some of the money. It was a h.e.l.l of a lot of money, more than she"d expected to see in the next six months. Wasn"t wrong to spend a little bit of it on clothes.
"I want to buy you something."
"No." She didn"t feel right with it. Hedging away from the insistent command she heard in his voice, she offered the most practical reason imaginable. "I"m not that easy to find clothes for these days. The mastectomy made certain of that."
"That didn"t go well," he muttered.
He hadn"t wanted her spending her money on clothes for a date, Marc thought.
Standing in the middle of the store, looking around, he eyed the mannequins and tried to picture one of the dresses on Chaili. s.h.i.t. He"d planned on just getting her sizes, but...
Okay.
That plan was out. But he was buying her something.
A long, slender woman clad all in black approached him. She had a polite, professional mask in place and looked almost as lifeless as one of the mannequins. But he figured she"d be a good person to ask.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
Once he"d made his purchase, he shouldered through the doors and started down Michigan Avenue. He needed to put in a call to Blue. She had private dining booths and he wanted one. He wanted to make sure nothing would go wrong tonight.
A real date.
He hadn"t taken Chaili on a real date yet.
Well, they"d managed to grab a very late movie the other day. That had been fun.
The movie had sucked and they"d ended up making out for most of it. Which had been the best part, if you asked him.
Maybe they could try- "h.e.l.lo, Marc."
The sound of that voice managed to poke a needle in the nice, happy little bubble he"d wrapped around himself. Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, he found himself looking at a face he barely recognized.
Three years ago, Lily had been on the border of too skinny. Beautiful, but almost painfully skinny. White-blonde hair that was almost always impeccably coifed, big blue eyes with perfect makeup, set against porcelain skin. She"d looked like a doll, he realized. Yeah, she"d been beautiful, but like a doll. A very breakable one. He just hadn"t realized it.
Now, with her hair cut in a short, sleek style, it"s color a warmer gold, her face free of makeup and her curves almost generous, she looked...well. Rather lovely. More beautiful, he decided. And steady. Steadier than he"d ever seen her.
"h.e.l.lo, Lily."
She glanced around and then nodded to the coffee shop to the right. "Do you have a minute? I saw you coming out of Neiman Marcus and wanted to speak with you."
Sighing, he glanced around. "Lily..."
"Please. It won"t take long."
"You look well," he said. They sat tucked in the back of the coffee shop, his back to the crowd. Lily drank some sort of frothy concoction that had more sugar than caffeine. He drank coffee, black, and wished he"d thought to get an extra shot of espresso.
"Hmm. Well, sometimes I"m still not so crazy about who I see in the mirror, but I"m trying. Thanks for giving me a few minutes. I really need to do this, you know."
"Do what?" he asked warily. He couldn"t help it. This woman had come so close to f.u.c.king up his life. So close.
"Apologize." She stared at him levelly. "I...well, you know I"d been using. I was good at hiding it. But after that night..." She shrugged. "You can"t hide it very well after you"re in the hospital for an overdose, right?"
"Are you clean now?"
"Yes." She gave him a small smile...a proud one. "Two years now. There were some slips and slides that first year, but two years clean. It"s the longest I"ve ever gone and I"m going to make it stick this time."
"Good."
She nodded. "Well, then. About that apology..."
"You"ve already apologized," he said tersely.
"It"s not the same," she said, shaking her head. "Over the phone. In a letter. I went there with the intent to try and ruin you if you wouldn"t do what I wanted, even though I was the one who screwed up. With everything..." She stopped, looking away. "I screwed up with everything. But you were one of my worst mistakes. I was so wrong to do that to you and I"m sorry."
Marc stared down at his coffee. How the h.e.l.l did he respond to this? It"s okay? Well, that wasn"t exactly right. Don"t worry about it...? That didn"t seem right, either. Blowing out a breath, he thought through the possible answers, turning each of them over. An apology was offered...usually somebody offered it because they wanted forgiveness. And yeah, he could do that.
Okay, then.
"I forgive you," he said, still staring at his coffee. He shot another look at her and then focused back on his coffee. "That doesn"t mean I"m looking to reestablish any sort of relationship here, Lily. I think you and I were bad for each other. But I forgive you."
"Thank you." Her words were a soft, watery whisper.
A moment later, her chair sc.r.a.ped back against the floor. She paused by his side, her hand resting on his arm. He held rigid as she dipped her head, pressed her lips to his temple. When she left a few seconds later, he blew out a breath. Then, lifting his coffee to his lips, he pondered the chair where she"d been sitting.
Well, that was one little chapter of his life he figured he could consider closed.
Not that it had much mattered to him. He was ready to focus all of his attention on Chaili, this woman who had suddenly become his everything.
The black dress had been a miracle of a find. It was halter-style, but with a loose, draping effect that looked pretty decent. The skirt hit a few inches above the knee and when she spun around, it flared out nicely. She debated on wearing any stockings and decided, what the h.e.l.l. Marc had liked them. She didn"t bother with the garter belt, though. Black panties. Nude stockings with the lacy, stay-up tops. A pair of her good black heels that she hadn"t been able to part with it... The soles were screaming hot pink and just sliding them on made her smile.
She was standing in front of the mirror, finishing up her makeup, when he knocked.
After one last glance, she headed toward the door, smiling at the way her heels clicked on the floor. A date. Her belly fluttered a little. She was going on a date with Marc. To Blue"s. Yeah, it was just dinner and dancing, but still.
The very atmosphere of Blue"s was like a hedonistic delight, one she"d never been able to enjoy the way she would have liked, thanks to...
"No," she whispered as she stopped in front of the door. "Not anymore."
All she had to do was refuse to open the door. She wasn"t opening the door...in her head.
Marc knocked again. She was d.a.m.n well opening the door for him. And with a smile, she did so.
Her heart jumped up into her throat when she saw him.
He"d gotten his hair cut. Trimmed it so that the long lengths weren"t tumbling into his face. And he"d shaved. Nothing hid that beautiful face, not a d.a.m.n thing.
Golden eyes gleamed at her as he looked her over from head to toe. "You look amazing."
"Ah...you do, too," she said, licking her lips.
A wicked grin slanted his lips. "What do you have on under the dress?"
She winked at him and then tugged up the hem, revealing the lacy top of one stocking.
"Hmmm." He reached over, laid a hand on her thigh, stroking up. "Nice."
She held her breath, waiting.
But then he backed away. "Are you ready?"
Well, d.a.m.n.
"Yeah. I just need to grab my purse." Pout for a minute.
He waited on the porch while she did it and when she turned to lock the door, he crowded her up against it, dragging her skirt up, nudging his c.o.c.k against the silken strip of her panties. "I"d like to come in," he whispered against her neck. "But if I do that, I won"t take you out. And I want to take you out."