It had been an entire week, and Ana hadn't heard from Eric. That would have been fine normally, but since she wasn't working, she had entirely too much time on her hands. And she'd done nothing but think of him—that was dangerous, as all thoughts regarding him turned relentlessly to the bedroom and that made it hard for her to remember why she was supposed to resist him.
She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the kitchen where she turned the burner on the stove on and set her teapot on it. Grabbing a clean mug from the strainer, she dropped her tea bag in and waited until the kettle began to whistle. After preparing her tea, she made her way into the living room and sat down on the couch, taking stock of all she had to do today.
Considering she'd done all she could to keep herself busy throughout the week, the list only included a few items. She'd check websites to see if she could submit her resume to more companies—though she'd found out they rarely posted new jobs on the weekends—and maybe do some bra and panty shopping. Clearly she was going to have to get her lingerie assortment up to par. For God's sake, if Eric had bothered to pull her pants down that night, he'd have found another pair of flesh colored panties; even she knew that wasn't sexy!
She was in the middle of a yawn when the knock at the door came. A quick glance at the clock told her it was eight-thirty, and that meant it could only be one person. The peephole confirmed her suspicions, and she opened the door to Kate standing there.
"Good morning," her friend said cheerfully.
"Oh, is it?" Ana mumbled.
Kate giggled as she walked inside. "What's the matter with you?" she asked.
Ana sighed as she flopped back down onto the couch. "Well, let's see…no one has called me for an interview yet, my bank account is down to almost nothing, and I think I'm addicted to my vibrator," she announced.
Kate burst into laughter. "The big one or the little one?"
"Ummm…I like to alternate," Ana admitted.
Kate's mirth had her wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "Oh, Ana," she said with a sigh. "I've come to rescue you just in time, it seems."
"Yes, and I thank you very much!" Ana assured her friend. "Now please tell me you have no plans tonight and are dying for me to ask you for a girls night. I'll bring the chick flick and ice cream," she coaxed.
"Sorry," Kate said sincerely. "But I have a date with Elliot. It seems that his brother has noticed how serious we are and has decided he needs to get to know me better."
"Eric is going to be there?" Ana asked in surprise.
Kate nodded. "Yes…though I didn't realize you two were on a first name basis."
Ana shrugged. "Should I call him Mr. Miller?" she asked with forced amusement.
"I guess not," Kate conceded. "So…we're doubling. Us and…whoever Eric brings along. I'm so curious to see what his type is."
"He's bringing a date?" Ana asked, trying to sound casual. She was seething inside; was this a part of his game, or was he really seeing someone? He knew how close she and Kate were. Obviously Kate was going to give her a play by play of the evening. Had he been counting on that?
"Yes," Kate said with a teasing glint in her eye. "And I can't wait to see if he brings a man or a woman."
Ana rolled her eyes. "I really don't think he's gay," she insisted. "It's going to be a woman."
"I'll find out tonight," Kate said in a sing-song voice. "Too bad you didn't have anyone to bring. We could make it a triple date."
"Oh, I could bring José!" Ana exclaimed, latching onto her friend's invitation.
"You could," Kate agreed. "But…don't you think that'd be leading him on?"
"I'll make sure he knows it's a friendly date," Ana promised.
Kate nodded. "Sounds like a plan."
Kate had stopped by to ask Ana to go shopping with her, which had worked out well. It had given Ana the opportunity to build her lingerie collection just as she wanted, and Kate had helped her mixing and matching. Not that she couldn't mix and match, but Kate was quite the connoisseur when it came to what men liked.
As she got ready for the night, she refused to admit that she was 'crashing' Eric's date. Instead, she leaned forward and admired her breasts in the mirror. This bra really was a miracle. She actually looked like she had cleavage…and that it was ready to spill over at any given moment! The hot rollers she'd put in her hair earlier had given it the perfect amount of curl, and the tips of her locks stopped just above her breasts, drawing even more attention to them.
She narrowed her gaze and wondered…yes, she was going to try! She undid the third button on her white button up shirt and nearly squealed in delight. To her surprise, it didn't look slutty, but…she did look sexy. She'd never looked sexy before; she kind of liked it.
José's knock at the door came just in time, and Ana gave her lips a quick swipe of gloss before answering.
It was killing him not seeing Ana; he damn well should have been between her thighs by now...fucking her until she was screaming his name. But if she wanted to play games, Eric Miller could play games. He'd set tonight up because he knew Kate would relay every bit of information about the evening…that Ana would do her best to pump her friend for each detail without giving anything away. And there were going to be lots of details…he'd make sure of that.
"So…" Kate started as she took a sip of her wine. "Eric tells us that you're into fashion."
"Yes," the blonde bimbo said. "I actually—"
"Is that Ana?" Elliot interrupted as he craned his neck to the left. Eric's mind flew into overdrive at the mere mention of her name.
"Oh," Kate said absently. "I forgot to tell you. I invited Ana and her date tonight." She looked around the table. "I hope that's OK."
"Of course it is," Elliot said exuberantly. "The more the merrier!"
"I…oh...wow," Kate said in astonishment.
And within seconds, Eric knew what had prompted the shocked expression on her face. When Ana and her date stopped at the table, Eric's dick jerked at the sight of her.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
It would be a miracle if he was able to stand up and walk out of here at the end of this meal.