Chapter Five
Adam was jogging briskly to get his hand between the elevator doors before they had the chance to close. He had just finished coming back from the gym and was pleasantly surprised to find Yvette in the enclosed space with him.
“You look like you have had a day from hell. I would hope the bright spot would be seeing me again.” He was using his charm and enjoying the way her mouth started to smile despite how her day had gone.
Yvette gazed at Adam through her mirrored sunglasses. The t-shirt had the logo of a local band stenciled across the front. She had seen the posters plastered on one telephone pole or another. They were apparently the next up and coming thing.
“You’re not full of yourself or anything. I will say two weeks is way too long not to speak to either one of you. I don’t want you to think you came on too strong. I do like the attention. You have no idea what you have done to my ego by stroking it with your praise and admiration.” She could undress him with her eyes without him knowing about it. His shirt was practically see-through and those tight jeans did very little to hide his double blessing.
“I’ll tell you a secret in confidence. I might seem arrogant, but it’s the furthest thing from the truth. I find you very attractive and I would love the opportunity to get to know you better. This time, I want it to be just the two of us in a private setting with candlelight and maybe someone playing the violin.” He was asking her to dinner without forming it into a question.
“I’m sure you know some of the hot spots in the area. It might be nice to try and broaden my horizons.” She wasn’t letting him off that easy. He was going to have to literally say the words with the possibility of rejection on her crimson lips.
“You have no idea how many times that has worked on other women. I do believe I have met my match. I would like to formally invite you to join me for dinner at a restaurant of my choosing. After, I have an engagement with The Posse. I play electric guitar for the local band making rave reviews.” He was wearing the t-shirt to give the band some free publicity. He had invested in their success and was managing their career behind the scenes.
“I admit to being a little curious about them. I will gladly accept your invitation, but are you sure we shouldn’t invite Blake along for the ride?” She liked them both and found her excitement level rising by leaps and bounds when they were together.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother, but sometimes we need to do our own thing separate from each other. It reminds us that we are independent and don’t always have to be locked at the hip. We see enough of each other at the office and then at home.” He could tell she was a dish best served piping hot. A little wining and dining would go a long way to leaving her panties lying on his bedroom floor.
“I think I can understand that.” She was curious to learn more.
“Tell me about your day. It might make you feel better getting it off your chest.” This was one of many tricks to get women to see him as a potential partner in bed.
“This day couldn’t have gone worse. I wish I had the time to get a massage to get these knots out of my shoulders.” This wasn’t an invitation, but she wasn’t exactly pushing him away when his hands found their way to her shoulders.
“I’ve always been told I have the magic touch. I’m not sure that translates to a massage, but there’s only one way to find out.” His sexual innuendo was met with a cocked eyebrow and thoughts of how his fingers could do more than make her feel relaxed.
“I don’t even have the words. Men should take lessons from you in how to seduce a woman. It’s always the little things that make the best impression.” She couldn’t remember which brother had done this already and then it dawned on her it’d been Blake.
“I would love to find each and every one of your erogenous zones. It would be my pleasure to leave you spent and wanting more. You never want to show your whole hand. There always has to be something up your sleeve.” He was well aware of the tantric love and well on his way to getting her to shed her ideas of what sexual exploration was all about.
The elevator door opened on her floor. She walked casually down the hallway with the sound of footsteps behind her. She smiled thinking about the possibilities and how easy it would be to throw good sense out the window.
“You have a way of making me feel comfortable and I think you know it. I’m worried that I might be just another potential conquest on your bedpost. Would you even respect me in the morning if I were to give in so easily?” She wanted to make him work for it but felt this undeniable attraction.
“I don’t mean to brag, but I’m very good. I’m not what you would call a selfish lover. It might surprise you to learn how I’d gotten my experience from an older woman. I was only sixteen and she was in her forties. I know from personal experience how to give a woman what she really wants with my tongue.” He saw her stumble and realized his words were having the desired effect.
“You really don’t have a filter. A little modesty goes a long way, but I don’t think the word is even in your vocabulary.” She opened the door and put down her briefcase, bending over at the waist.
Seeing her skirt rise a few inches made his temperature skyrocket. His loins ached for the chance to be with her. He was tempted to grab her hips, but he felt it was necessary to show some kind of restraint.
Yvette felt a little brazen and pushed back to feel the heated column of his flesh pressed into the contours of her ass cheeks. She heard his gasp of unintentional arousal and was pleased she could get this reaction from him. His response fueled her to be a little impulsive.
“I hope you’re doing that on purpose. It doesn’t seem like something you would do. There is a wild animal inside you waiting for someone to come around with a key to unlock the cage. I have the key in the form of the pointed end of my tongue.” He was salivating for the chance to take her on a wild ride not to be forgotten.
“I might be a little bit dangerous without even knowing it. The feelings that come over me are foreign. I have no idea how to express myself physically. I have nothing to reference what is happening between us. I’ve only been with one man.” Her confession came from the friction of his cock through the fabric of her skirt.
“You deserve to know all the pleasures of the flesh. I can be your guide on this journey. It won’t take much to show you the woman underneath. She’s been there all the time, but your ex-husband made you feel it was necessary to close the door and throw away the key. It’s going to take a major commitment on your part. We can start right now.” He was anxious and found his hands grabbing her hips to give her something more to think about.
She recalled her mother’s voice echoing in her head. She cringed at the knowledge of her mother looking at her with condemnation. She would never condone sex before marriage.
“I’m going to ask politely for you to leave. I will go out with you tomorrow night and you never know how the night is going to unfold.” She was giving him hope while at the same time dashing any possibility of them playing a game of mattress tag.
“You get me all hot and bothered and you send me home to take care of it on my own. The day you know what you want is the day when there is going to be a ticker tape parade in your honor. It’s a little frustrating to be given the green light and then come to an abrupt halt.” He felt like a sports car with the engine revving and ready to go from 0 to 60mph in five seconds.
“I apologize, but I’ve already gone too far. By all means, take matters into your own hands. I’m sure you’ve done it more times than you can count.” She had her hand on his chest and was motioning him backwards toward the door.
“I would really like the chance to change your mind about me. Tomorrow night doesn’t come quick enough for me. I don’t mind a little teasing and it’s all a part of the game. You can still tell me to stay and you won’t have to do much convincing.” He felt the door behind him and how quick she was at giving him the bum’s rush.
“I’m going to have a glass of wine and slip into a hot bath to loosen my muscles.” She was practically painting him an obscene picture.
“I’m sure there are spots you won’t be able to reach without some help.” He was drawing a line in the sand and daring her to cross it.
“I will make out fine on my own.” She couldn’t believe how close she was to having sex with another man besides her ex-husband.
“This is your last chance to do something reckless. The window is closing quickly on this opportunity.” He felt her finger on his lips and watched the red lacquered nail with intense interest.
“You do drive a hard bargain, but cooler heads are going to prevail for tonight.” She opened the door and felt an instant moment of regret when it closed in his face.
She grabbed the bottle of wine from the fridge on her way to the bathroom. Pieces of her clothes were dropping in a trail until she was naked as the day she was born. The steaming water filled up quickly and she dropped seamlessly into the scalding contents with a sigh of resignation.
Lighting a candle made it more romantic, and she was able to close her eyes and envision all the dirty things she wanted to do to Adam. Her fingers went under the water and before long, she was lifting herself to higher levels of excitement. She temporarily satiated her need with her fingers soaked in the sticky dew. There was still enough clinging to the lips of her sex.
She had somehow muffled her cries of ecstasy by placing her hand over her mouth at the moment of her sexual exclamation. It took less than ten minutes before her toes were pointing at the ceiling with her legs spread into a ‘V’ formation. Her whole body was tuned up. Playing things solo was a little disappointing.
Yvette thought getting one out of the chamber was the answer, yet it only reminded her of what she had turned down. She was kicking herself.
She climbed out of the bath after an hour on shaky legs. She swayed to unseen music in her head on the way down the hall before collapsing onto the bed. She could only hope for the kind of wet dreams that would wake her up with a smile on her face.