Distance Between Us

CHAPTER THREE

Present Day...

Amelia

Turning around on the bed, Amelia slammed down on the annoying alarm that jerked her out of her sleep.

Groaning, she slapped a hand to her cheeks, flipping back the covers and pushing my tired body off the bed.

She had planned to stay in bed and rest for the remainder of the day but she couldn't afford to as there was a lot of work to be done.

With that in mind, she powered through the rest of the morning, doing a bit of work by answering messages and emails before dashing into the shower and dressing up less than a few minutes later.

An hour later, she was standing in front of a magnificent building with several moving trucks lined out front, people bustling in and out.

“Miss Handoff!” My personal assistant, Maya called out, running over to her with an iPad and two bags hanging of her shoulder. “Ive got the contractor on the line ma'am!”

Amelia reached out for the phone that Maya was handing over to her, listening to what the person on the other end of the phone was saying so she could solve that particular crisis quickly.

She spent roughly ten minutes going over the plans with the contractor and for the events that she was hosting.

In the next hour that rolled around, it was filled with the same thing being repeated over over again, trying to put out one crisis after the other.

Eventually, she got exhausted and couldn't take another moment of barking out orders.

Gesturing to Maya, she informs her of the work that's left and kept her in charge, choosing to take a break and head over to her favorite Spa outlet.

For the past 3 weeks, Amelia has been working back to back and she deserves to let some of that pent up energy out.

By a few minutes past 5:30 in the evening, her driver pulled up to the building, her bodyguard following her closely as they walked into the reception area. She was a regular customer so it took less than a moment before she was ushered in and attended to.

An hour and 30 minutes later, she was all done having impulsively thrown a massage into the mix but she didn't hurry out the door.

The last thing she wanted after such a relaxing session was to head home and stay cooped up all night, staring at a screen filled with reports.

Which was why she snuck out using the back entrance her masseuse was kind enough to show her.

As she strolled through the busy street without a bodyguard tailing her, Amelia felt free and alive for the first time in a long while.

It was a highly intoxicating feeling which prompted her to dive into the first bar that she saw.

As soon as she walked in, she was enveloped by the smell of sweat, alcohol, cheap perfume and cigarette but the sweet soothing jazz music that floated from hidden speakers instantly put her at ease.

Slightly confused as it's been a while since she's been in a largely populated area like this in a while, Amelia stood in the center of the room glancing for any available places to sit.

Unfortunately, the only place she could see was the bar so she made a beeline for it.

There was a man next to her with his head bent but she ignored him as her sole intent was to get a bit tipsy before her bodyguard managed to track her down.

“Hi!” She waved at the bartender to secure his attention. “Do you have a tequila or margarita?”

“We have both. Which would you like?” The bartender responded politely.

However before she could open her mouth to respond, a man next to her answered. “Margarita please, or maybe a bloody Mary?”

Annoyed, she raised her gaze only to connect with Noah's, the last person she expected to meet here.

“Bloody Mary, it is!”

Minutes later, a cup with reddish liquid was placed in front of her and she raised it to him, taking a healthy sip.

“So?” He prompted. “You like?”

She rolled the liquid around her tongue, trying to get a feel of it. “It's not bad but I prefer much more smoother substance.”

“Hmmm,” he said, a slow smile forming, “I knew I was right when I pegged you as one of those sexy, sophisticated, boss chick ladies.”

She slid onto the stool beside him. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Too late.”

The bartender approached, looking in his direction.

“Vodka,” He said simply. “With no ice,” He added.

She looked at him. “You assume a lot.”

He shrugged. “Well, am I right in assuming you're one of those ladies that don't like diluted drinks?”

The corner of her mouth twitched despite herself, and she gladly took the glass, setting aside the bloody Mary. “Thank you.”

For a moment they sat in silence before he spoke again. “Fancy meeting you here, I thought this wasn't your type of scene.”

“And how do you know what my scene is?”

His eyes dipped to her lips. “I have a hunch.” She looked away, taking one more sip. “You know you don't have to do that… considering what we've done.”

“Do what?” He asked, sounding genuinely clueless.

“Acting all sexy and trying to flirt with me like you do to those women.” She said bluntly.

He moved closer, daring to pick up a strand of hair from her face and twirling it around his finger. “I'm guessing that won't work on you, huh? So how about I do something different?”

Amelia opened her mouth, about to ask him what he meant but he slammed his mouth down on hers, causing electricity to spark up inside of her, my limbs lighting up with a feeling that she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

She was so swept up in the sensation that she almost forgot who she was and where they were.

But then she remembered, and tore her lips from hers, feeling a slight pang of regret that she did so. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!”

“Exactly what you wanted.” He breathed, his voice raw with desire.

“Excuse me?!” She tried to be offended but it was hard to do so when she wanted to kiss him deeply. “We’re in public… we have rules! What kind of woman do you think I am?”

“A woman who wants to lose control in the most wonderful ways…” he searched my eyes as he spoke, his intoxicating scent dancing around my nostrils. “I can see it in your eyes, how bad you want it.”

“Noah…” her lips parted as he moved even closer, making it hard for her to say no.

“Come on, Amelia…just let loose a little, just once…”

Maybe it was because of the two glasses of alcohol Amelia had inside her system or it could be how incredibly sexy his blue eyes or full lips were or the intoxicating s****l chemistry that they had but she gave in to his demands.

And she let go….