Here Kitty, Kitty!
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Design house reps and some staff problems kept her going the rest of the day. Nik spent his time in his office also working. They didnt see much of each other for about five hours. But the rich sound of his voice, or that damn hillbilly accent, flowing through the hallway into the kitchen, made her wet. She finally changed into a loose black skirt, completely forgoing the underwear. She couldnt sit around in damp underwear all day. And, for her own amusement, the black strappy Ferragamos.
Early on Miki called her to check in, but thankfully the conversation remained brief and she didnt ask any uncomfortable questions Angie wouldnt want to answer.
As she argued with Celine, her buyer and the woman pushing her to open another store in Dallas, she decided this would be her last call of the day. Tired of talking and missing Nik, she wanted to shut down for the rest of the day.
Ive never liked his stuff, Celine.
But you havent seen any of his new stuff.
I dont want
Do you have access to a computer?
Nik, from what she could tell, only had one computer and it resided in his office.
Maybe.
Hes got a site you can go to.
Well, it did give her an excuse.
Hold on.
She attached the phone to her skirt and made sure her headphone securely fit to her head without making her hair look stupid. She left the kitchen and went straight to his office. The door stood partially open, so she stuck her head in, lightly knocking.
He, too, wore a headphone and it took her a second to realize he wasnt speaking English or even hillbilly.
Nik glanced up at her knock and rewarded her with a huge grin. He motioned her in.
I need your computer, she mouthed, then added the usual visual of her fingers typing.
He nodded and pointed, pushing his chair back a bit so that she could get to the desktop.
She wasnt a gadget whore, but she knew this system would have Miki creaming in her basketball shorts.
All right. Give me the link.
Celine walked her to the designers site and led her around. She still wasnt impressed with his stuff. But she was impressed to realize Nik spoke Mandarin. And he spoke it well. She couldnt speak it herself, but she understood it. And his accent was damn-near flawless.
Im not impressed, Celine.
Youre being difficult.
Im allowed to be, its my fuckin business.
Okay. Calm down. Im just saying
I know what youre saying andeep!
Eep what?
Uh Angie swatted at the hand sliding in between her legs. And with no pantiesunder her skirt Um
Are you okay?
Nik pushed her legs apart.
Yes. But IveuhIve gotta go.
Angie, Ive been waiting to talk to you for three days about this stuff.
I know.
I mean you up and disappear, scaring everyone in town half to death. Niks tongue slid up the inside of her thigh.
Celine! She barked it, causing Celine to stop babbling. I can not discuss this now.
Umokay.
Ill call you tomorrow or something.
Angie shut the phone off, snatching it and her headset off and dropping them to the floor. She gripped the edge of the desk as Niks fingers played around her clit, his tongue teasing around her lips, but not hitting anything nearly important enough.
Then she realized something.
The man is still on the goddamn phone!
***
Nik stopped listening to his friend and business partner as soon as she bent over in front of his computer.
Wo-hoo Ling, or as the fraternity brothers liked to call him, Biscuit, kept going on and on about the last couple of million they recently made, but who cared? Really, who cared about anything when staring at the most perfect ass and legs in the world?
Youre not listening to me, are you, Biscuit barked in Mandarin.
I am too. Okay. A lie. But he couldnt tell very straight-laced Biscuit with his six cubs and three loyal tiger females that he currently had his hand buried inside the hottest snatch in the entire country.
Do you even know this ones name?
Uh-huh. He dragged his tongue up the inside of her thigh. She always tasted so good to him, he could never seem to get enough of her. And hearing her order other people around did nothing but give him a brutal hard-on.
Im hanging up.
Nik pulled his face away, but dragged Angie onto his lap. He positioned her so that her head rested against his shoulder, her body splayed across his. He slid his hands under her shirt, grasping her already hard nipples. Why?
Because I know when Im being ignored.
Good point. Ill call ya tomorrow.
I swear, you Siberians have no control
Nik clicked off the call. Damn South China tigers always thought they were better then the rest.
He took off the headset and set up the phone so that it immediately rolled over to his voicemail. Then he went back to the beautiful woman panting on his lap.
He firmly gripped Angies nipples again, tweaking enough to bring on a little bit of pain. She groaned in response.