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Katie obediently let him hand-feed her, enjoying the pampering.
She felt completely drained, but at the same time, really
happy. Her feeling of utter contentment intensified when she had finished
eating what he had prepared for her, and the two of them slid back down on his
bed.
Andras cuddled with her for a long time, kissing her without
urgency, while she put her arms around him, and tried to fight the feeling that
she was touching bare skin rather than his shirt.
Finally, reluctantly, she decided she might be ready to pour
herself back into her clothes and go home. She always kept a toothbrush in the
glove compartment of her car, just in case, but he had not invited her to stay
the night.
"I should be going," she said, sitting up.
He sat up with her, and gave her a long, deep kiss.
"You are extraordinary. I can't wait for our next date."
She grinned at him, relieved that he wanted to see her
again. God, another date like this one, and she was going to turn into a crazed
sex addict!
"My schedule's pretty open," she said, invitingly.
He thought for a moment. "I have plans tomorrow—Uncle
Jadi is flying in for some conference, and Amanda and I are spending some him
before he has to give the keynote address on Monday morning. We'll probably
take him sightseeing in the afternoon, and I think Amanda wants to cook dinner.
If we're lucky, she'll order takeout rather than try something from one of her
gourmet magazines. That last experiment was—" he paused, as if searching
for the right word. "Really, horrifically, bad. She gets distracted, and
skips part of the recipe."
"She's like that at work sometimes, too," Katy
admitted. "We have to reel her in. By the way, who's Uncle Jadi?" She
pronounced it as he had: Yah-dee.
Andras gave her an unreadable look. "Stephen
Jadikira."
"Stephen Jadikira," Katie repeated, in disbelief.
" The Stephen Jadikira? Founder of Minoan Systems? The guy who was
the sole sponsor of the yacht that won last year's Americas Cup? And he's your uncle? "
She flopped back down on his pillow. "Does everybody in your family look
like a fucking Italian supermodel?"
Andras laughed. "If it makes you feel better, he's not
actually a blood relation, just an old family friend. Amanda and I grew up
calling him Uncle Jadi, and the name just stuck."
Vélos. Andras Vélos. Katie suddenly realized she knew exactly who his parents were, and felt stupid
for not having figured it out sooner.
She sighed, feeling suddenly depressed. "Dude, you are so out of my league," she murmured, under her breath.
Abruptly, she wanted to leave and curl up in her own bed, in
her own shabby but homey apartment.
Of course, her fucking sex god also had fucking
super-hearing. As she tried to slither out of his bed, he caught her arm.
"Katie. Wait."
Well, she couldn't go anywhere while he was holding on, so
she stayed where she was.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,"
Andras said, quietly. "I love spending time with you. You are beautiful,
extremely smart, extremely sexy, and you make me laugh. I haven't felt much
like laughing since Yoshiko died. You make me feel alive. Please don't let my
family scare you off."
"I really like spending time with you, too, and I
wasn't kidding about the sex god part. I just—" she stopped speaking, not
sure how to say the next part.
"Do you want keep our relationship casual for
now?" he asked, with uncanny perception. "Continue to see each other,
but hold off on the whole 'meet each other's friends and family' step?"
"If you don't mind, just for a little while?" Katy
asked, relieved.
"It's a deal." Andras loosened his grip, and slid
his hand down to hers. Lifting it to his lips, he kissed her palm with the
casual grace that she admired. "Would you like to have dinner on
Tuesday?"
"I'd love to, if you let me treat you this time," Katy replied. "How about steak?"
"Sounds great." He released her, and she went in
search of her underwear.
When would he finally fuck her? She
Katie obediently let him hand-feed her, enjoying the pampering.
She felt completely drained, but at the same time, really
happy. Her feeling of utter contentment intensified when she had finished
eating what he had prepared for her, and the two of them slid back down on his
bed.
Andras cuddled with her for a long time, kissing her without
urgency, while she put her arms around him, and tried to fight the feeling that
she was touching bare skin rather than his shirt.
Finally, reluctantly, she decided she might be ready to pour
herself back into her clothes and go home. She always kept a toothbrush in the
glove compartment of her car, just in case, but he had not invited her to stay
the night.
"I should be going," she said, sitting up.
He sat up with her, and gave her a long, deep kiss.
"You are extraordinary. I can't wait for our next date."
She grinned at him, relieved that he wanted to see her
again. God, another date like this one, and she was going to turn into a crazed
sex addict!
"My schedule's pretty open," she said, invitingly.
He thought for a moment. "I have plans tomorrow—Uncle
Jadi is flying in for some conference, and Amanda and I are spending some him
before he has to give the keynote address on Monday morning. We'll probably
take him sightseeing in the afternoon, and I think Amanda wants to cook dinner.
If we're lucky, she'll order takeout rather than try something from one of her
gourmet magazines. That last experiment was—" he paused, as if searching
for the right word. "Really, horrifically, bad. She gets distracted, and
skips part of the recipe."
"She's like that at work sometimes, too," Katy
admitted. "We have to reel her in. By the way, who's Uncle Jadi?" She
pronounced it as he had: Yah-dee.
Andras gave her an unreadable look. "Stephen
Jadikira."
"Stephen Jadikira," Katie repeated, in disbelief.
" The Stephen Jadikira? Founder of Minoan Systems? The guy who was
the sole sponsor of the yacht that won last year's Americas Cup? And he's your uncle? "
She flopped back down on his pillow. "Does everybody in your family look
like a fucking Italian supermodel?"
Andras laughed. "If it makes you feel better, he's not
actually a blood relation, just an old family friend. Amanda and I grew up
calling him Uncle Jadi, and the name just stuck."
Vélos. Andras Vélos. Katie suddenly realized she knew exactly who his parents were, and felt stupid
for not having figured it out sooner.
She sighed, feeling suddenly depressed. "Dude, you are so out of my league," she murmured, under her breath.
Abruptly, she wanted to leave and curl up in her own bed, in
her own shabby but homey apartment.
Of course, her fucking sex god also had fucking
super-hearing. As she tried to slither out of his bed, he caught her arm.
"Katie. Wait."
Well, she couldn't go anywhere while he was holding on, so
she stayed where she was.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,"
Andras said, quietly. "I love spending time with you. You are beautiful,
extremely smart, extremely sexy, and you make me laugh. I haven't felt much
like laughing since Yoshiko died. You make me feel alive. Please don't let my
family scare you off."
"I really like spending time with you, too, and I
wasn't kidding about the sex god part. I just—" she stopped speaking, not
sure how to say the next part.
"Do you want keep our relationship casual for
now?" he asked, with uncanny perception. "Continue to see each other,
but hold off on the whole 'meet each other's friends and family' step?"
"If you don't mind, just for a little while?" Katy
asked, relieved.
"It's a deal." Andras loosened his grip, and slid
his hand down to hers. Lifting it to his lips, he kissed her palm with the
casual grace that she admired. "Would you like to have dinner on
Tuesday?"
"I'd love to, if you let me treat you this time," Katy replied. "How about steak?"
"Sounds great." He released her, and she went in
search of her underwear.
When would he finally fuck her? She
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