Miami Hot: #1 (Miami Heat Series) (16 page)

Time for bed. Moira took a quick shower then fell into bed and was immediately asleep.

Chapter
Twenty

Moira
woke to the smell of coffee. After her shower she joined Sam in the kitchen. He was just finishing making his breakfast. She declined his offer to make some for her, but accepted a cup of coffee. When he told her he was going to work, she asked him to take the second cake from the fridge and give it to Dr. Ryan. He said he liked the strawberry fudge and agreed to take some to work for an opinion.

After convincing him she was going to spend the day at the mall with some old friends, she managed to leave the apartment before he left.
Conrad was right, this sneaking around was a lot of unnecessary work.

When she got to his penthouse, breakfast was just about ready. He was looking sinfully sexy in another pair of jeans and tight t-shirt. A leather jacket was all that was missing for him to be labelled a rock star.

Sadly to say, Moira was still feeling sore. So they spent the rest of the day in bed fooling around and watching more dumb criminals on TV. A lot of actual sleeping was involved and by the end of the day, Moira was feeling quite relaxed. Not knowing how and where they would meet during the week, their goodbye was long and hard. Conrad left her all wet and frustrated, saying it was incentive for her to find a way for them to meet before the week was out. He refused to spend the next five days spotting a hard-on at the office. She squeezed him through his jeans as they descended down in the elevator. She waved at the Coincierge desk on her way out and once again found her car ready for her.

After the talking to she had received the day before about speeding out, she dr
ove more sedately and saw Conrad grinning in the rearview mirror. This time she got home at last two hours before Sam and made baked macaroni which was one of his favorites. Feigning tiredness from the day at the mall, she didn’t spend time watching TV after dinner. She took a nice leisurely bath and added more of the bath salts Conrad had given her. She spent the next thirty minutes soaking and reading from her kindle.

Moira
went to bed early not because she was tired, just the opposite in fact, but because she knew she had busy days for the next two days. She arrived at work on Monday, super early and fell into her day with a bang. The Valentine’s bag of treats was great motivation for her team to work at super fast speed, and before long they were done with their menu for the day, then they fell into preparing the treats for the next day. Jeff & Vinny went to Moira’s car to collect the Valentine’s clear wrapping she had found, and stored it away for the next day. They made batches of heart shaped dark and white chocolate slabs, poured chocolate into heart shaped trays, vanilla and strawberry fudges and placed everything in the walk in cooler.

The next day they completed their ensemble to everyone’s excitement. At ten,
Moira recieved a delivery of a gigantic arrangement of flowers in a vase, the size she never knew existed. She had an idea of who had sent them, although she had not thought he was the type to believe in the trappings of Valentine’s. Everybody who was in the cafeteria at that time did a 360 with Moira, around the flowers, both to admire them and see if they could find out who sent had them. Moira finally found the card and was blushing as she pulled it from the flowers and opened the little envelope.

Oh, how cute. In his handwriting.
‘To the most beautiful woman who agreed to give us a chance’
. She smiled and quickly put the card in her pocket, out of sight of prying eyes. People around her cried in disappointment, but he just brushed them away and claimed it was a secret admirer who had written some pretty racey stuff. That got people off her back, but everyone started throwing out possibilities which just made Moira blush harder, and wonder if letting them read the card would not have been better. She escaped the crowd for a while and closed herself off in the office. Inspiration hit Moira as she was about to dial Conrad. Instead she sent him a text with instructions of how he could win by solving an anagram. By solving the anagram, he would get exactly that word. Moira told him she would be sending him a total of seven letters, a letter an hour, starting at noon.

Moira
set an alarm on her phone for 12 noon and got back to work. They started bagging their treats, and with over a thousand employees, it was quite a challenge. Moira had asked Janet to pave the way for her with the deaprtment heads and so with the correct tally of numbers for each department, they arranged the bags onto their serving carts and were ready to go as they completed each count. For the next hour and a half they worked tirelessly and were glad they didn’t have to serve the lunch dessert so could continue with their little project.

Jeff and Vinny took the first two carts that were ready and went to deliver the bags
as labeled. Christi and Moira continued the bagging and by the time both boys were back, they were almost done. Once everything was bagged, she had all three deliver the rest of the treats. It was now almost noon. Perfect timing Moira thought and, so Moira sent her first letter.

e

An hour later, she sent the second letter.

x

Conrad had watched Moira when the flowers were delivered and was glad he had followed Lucas’ advise. The pleasure on her face was well worth it, let alone the talk of the company. John gave him a sly look when they met later for a meeting, knowing he was responsible for the flowers. He just grinned like the cat that ate the cream. Conrad couldn’t dispute that the bouquet also stopped Myers in his steps and any other bozos who may have been having funny ideas of hooking up with Moira.

His day was filled with back to back meetings and
as he met with different personnel, they all raved about the Valentine’s bag of treats. Conrad deferred the praise to Moira and his dad. Despite the success, no way was he willing to be tied to some love-fest holiday.

He kept glancing at his cellphone and
couldn’t understand what Moira was getting at with her silly anagram. But he was willing to play and when the third letter tinged onto his messges, he opened the message to read the letter.

b

Conrad played around with the three letters to find out if he could solve the anagram sooner rather than later. If he was going to win something, he was all for it, but it better be good. Maybe a weekend away somewhere just the two of them. His cock had been twitching all day since he had seen her smile, when she had received the flowers. He wondered if she was going to come to him before the week was over. He had promised not to pressure her, but this was killing him. Knowing she was so close by and he could easily sink his cock into her. He wondered if he could lure her to his office for a lunch of sex.

His
concentration short and his cock fighting with his zipper, Conrad sat and drank cold water hoping that would ease his pain. It did and as he glanced down to see the fourth letter he tried to re-arrange the letters.

r

He thought he was in the clear when suddenly the door to the conference room opened and in she walked, pushing a serving cart with all sorts of cakes and white chocolate covered strawberries.

“Sorry for the interruption, ladies and gentlemen. We were tol
d to serve tea and coffee at exactly 3pm,” Moira said and smiled sweetly at the group.

The two guys who came in with her went around and poured everone a cup of either tea or coffee, as
Moira made her rounds and placed a little plate beside everyone, already filled with goodies.

Conrad
hadn’t seen how short her red and white polka dot dress was until she started moving around the room. He saw some of the looks she was receiving from the men, both married and unmarried. John laughed at his scowl and engaged her in a short conversation. He commented on her flowers and asked if her boyfriend had sent them. She smiled and told him a secret admirer has sent them. 

When she got around to his side
he engaged her in a whispered conversation, “Do you realise how short your dress is?”

And she just ignored him as if he were a child throwing a temper tantrum, “I’m glad you noticed,” she said and pulled his plate closer. “Try these, they are also red and white inside.” Then she walked to the next person.

Fuck, he was screwed. A good thing everybody else who heard her comment assumed she was talking about whichever treats she had bee pointing at, yet he knew she had been talking about her underwear.

Conrad
realized he was double screwed when all conversation stopped around the table when she dropped a napkin. Those close to her couldn’t be gentleman enough to pick it up for her. If he could have walked, Conrad would have taken the few steps to reach her and pick it up. But he was fighting his own battle with his cock which wouldn’t just listen and shrink.

“Oops,” she said and squatted then picked up
the napkin and threw it in the trash. Conrad could have laughed if he had the energy when he saw the disappointed faces around the table. He was surrounded by sleazeballs. At least the single guys had a reason, like him. But the married ones were another matter. He wished he didn’t have the restriction of not being able to shout to the whole world that he was dating Moira. That would surely put some people in their shoes.

A few minutes later they were done, and they left.
Conrad quickly brought the meeting back to order when he realized the group would rather spend the rest of the time discussing the sexy little pastry chef.

As they concluded the meeting at 4pm,
Conrad saw the next word show up in his messages.

e

When he left his office a few minutes later, he met Lucas at his hotel. A line was already forming at the club entrance. Way too early Conrad thought. But then Lucas must have something extra special planned for the night to garner such attention.

Since his sex life was on a temporary hold, he had agreed to meet Lucas, have dinner and
spend the evening at the club. Lucas had mentioned something about a Valentine’s theme evening where everyone was supposed to be wearing red and white. He smiled thinking of Moira’s dress and matching Valentine’s themed underwear. After Lucas assured him he was excluded from the dress code, did he agree to keep him company for the night.

Since the night was still too young, they stayed away from the strong stuff
and stuck with beer.

“You keep looking at that phone like a teenager, are you expecting
Moira to call you?”

Conrad
laughed and looked sheepish. “Not exactly. She has been sending me letters to solve an anagram and the next one should be popping in any minute now.”

Lucas laughed. “So now you are doing puzzles? At least tell me you get points for that?”

“She said something about me winning whatever that word spelt. But so far, I am not hopeful the letters even spell anything that I would want to win.”

Lucas put his bottle down. “Okay let’s see what you have so far?”

“She said no cheating, and I am not sure I could get away with a lie,” Conrad replied.

“Okay, I get it. I won’t give it away, but let me see what you have,” Lucas countered.

Lucas picked up a pen as Conrad scrolled through his phone and gave him the letters.

e, x, b, r, e

“So how many more letters are you expecting?” Lucas asked him.

“Just two more, and here is the sixth one,” he said as he opened the text.

a

“And when do you expect the last one?”

“In another hour,” he replied.

“Did she say if it was one or two words?”

“No, she was very cryptic. Except that it was something that was on my wish list.”

“Okay, so let’s run down your wish list.”

“Are you fucking kidding me Lucas? How the hell do I know what’s on my wish list? It’s been decades since I was a kid.”

“Well, don’t shoot the friend who is trying to help you out,” Lucas laughed and took a sip from his beer. “Not my fault that you are sexually frustrated.”

“Well, sex is definitely on my wish list.”

Both men grappled for the paper with the letters. “Well, unless the next word is an ‘s’, sex is definitely not on tonight’s menu.”

Two beers later,  another text message came through. “Is that the last letter?” Lucas asked.

“It’s not yet six, but I sure hope it is because I am slowly going crazy,” he replied as he opened the message.

Moira:              I’ll be sending the last letter in a few minutes. Text me the answer and if it’s correct, I will text you the address where you can collect your prize. FYI-the prize expires at midnight.

Conrad
read the message twice before he read it again to Lucas.

“Cryptic for sure,” Lucas agreed. “That means you have six hours from the time you get the last letter and enjoy your prize, assuming it’s something on your forgotten wish list.”

“I’ll probably have to pretend I couldn’t crack it until the last second so as not to disappoint her. From what we have so far, the prize doesn’t look promising,” Conrad said looking at the letters again before he threw the paper down and picked up his beer.

The last twenty minutes were agonizing as the minute hand seemed to slow down just so
he could be tormented. Despite the fact that Conrad assumed that the word or words may not be something he was looking forward to, either way he was primed and giddy like a two year old. His mouth twitched trying to think of anyone who could have pulled that off with him. This thing with Moira was really getting to him, whatever it was. And so far in a good way. Never had he ever had such amazing sex with someone, nor spent the day in bed with a female and not fucked, nor be patiently waiting for the next round of sex. Even if it killed him, he was willing to wait until the weekend if that was the only day they could be together again. And hopefully after this weekend, they wouldn’t have to keep sneaking around.