Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 6.1

Just when I thought my eyes couldn’t possibly take much more of the strain, Dom pushed away from his desk and stretched his arms over he head and leaned back, popping his back.

I heard a small groan and looked up just in time to see his blazer fall away from his torso and his white button up stretch across his chest and stomach.

′Holy abs.′

I tried to rip my attention away from the faint outline of his very defined stomach, but the challenge was daunting.

I was finally able to look at my watch and see the time is 11:30.

Dom straightened up and stood, fixing his blazer and tie.

“Are you about ready to go, Genevieve? We have to be there at 12, but I’d like to be early. This client is notorious for getting furious if he’s kept waiting, so better for us to wait then him.”

“Yes, sir," I spoke quietly as I saved my work and powered down the computer.

I grabbed my bag, stood and adjusted my skirt, pulling it down my legs more as it had bunched up around my thighs.

We rounded the corner that lead to the elevator and he beat me there. We entered the elevator and he pressed the ‘L’ button for the lobby.

The ride down wasn’t so bad until we stopped on floor 12 and Jeremy got in.

He gave Dom a small smile, “Mr.Blackstone. How are you?”

I couldn’t tell if he actually cared or not. Something about his expression was off for the question.

“I’m well, Jeremy. Did Ms. Carlyle let you know?”

I looked at Dom and saw he had an eyebrow c****d.

“Let me know what?” Jeremy asked, looking at me now.

“Oh, uh,” I turned my attention to him now, “Dom--Mr. Blackstone informed me that I have to accompany him to a business lunch. So we’ll have to rain check that lunch. Sorry.”

I gave him a small, apologetic smile.

I saw him cut a glance to Dom and his face fell, but just as fast as it fell, it righted again, “Well then, maybe tomorrow, yeah?”

I smiled back, “Yeah, maybe.”

I hadn’t realized but now I was in the middle of a hot guy sandwich with Dom on my left and Jeremy on my right.

But while Jeremy was good looking in a boy-next-door kind of way, with his blond hair, his strong jaw, and his blue eyes, Dom was sexy.

There wasn’t a suit I had yet to see him in that didn’t bulge against his muscles. His short dark brown hair was always carefully styled and his beard and mustache were always perfectly sculpted, as were his eyebrows. He truly was a beautiful man and there was simply no comparison.

I felt Dom’s presence more firmly against my left side as if he were purposefully reminding me that he was there.

The elevator reached the lobby and I audibly let out a sigh of relief. The testosterone in the elevator had gotten to be too much.

I was the first one out as the doors opened. When we passed Dariah I saw her eyes cut from me to the men that were now a few paces behind me.

“Good afternoon, sir. I called the car for you already. You wanted the XJ, right,” she stood and asked in a very doting voice with a smile.

The heck is an XJ?

“Yes, thank you, Dariah. We’re going to meet with an important client so please hold all of my calls. We will be back later.”

By this time Jeremy had already walked out the front doors.

I looked up at Dom and said in a low voice, “Do you want me to meet you there? If so I’ll need the address, sir.”

He chuckled and looked down at me, “You will be riding with me, Genevieve.”

He put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me to the doors.

I turn back to see the look on Dariahs face and I swear if looks could kill I’d have already been six feet under.

“Have a good afternoon, Dariah,” I said sweetly, slightly smirking.

We stepped out of the doors and I saw the most beautiful car I’d ever seen, and I know my eyes are the size of dinner plates.

“Is... Is that your car?”

He let his hand fall from my back and I had the strangest urge that I’d do anything to have his hands on me again... anywhere.

“Yes, it’s my 2019 Jaguar.”

And honestly, I couldn’t see him in any other car but this one. It fit his personality to a 'T'.

He held open my door for me and I tried to climb in and sit as gracefully as possible, all without flashing my black lace panties.

He shut the door and walk around his side and got in. I felt the car rev to life with a purr as I brushed my hands over the black leather seats and took a deep breath. It still had that new car smell.

“It’s so beautiful. It must’ve cost a fortune.” I whispered.

He chuckled and changed gears and we were speeding down the road.

“It was about $80K.”