Chapter 17
Nora
I had an early morning shift that day at the hotel, so I was done in the afternoon. I wasn’t sure how I had even managed to get through the day without having a nervous breakdown. Jackson had me in the kitchen of one of the restaurants that was serving breakfast. It was a fast-paced, charged-up atmosphere, and I had struggled all morning to keep up.
Of course, there was also the matter of the kiss. I had spent all morning at the hotel, hoping that I wouldn’t run into Felix. I wouldn’t have known how to act or what to say to him. Things had ended so abruptly between us.
When I returned to the apartment, I saw that Katie was still at work. I had the place all to myself. For some time, after I had showered and changed, I tried to sit on the couch and watch some TV, but I was too distracted to pay attention. I was thinking about Felix, about how he had made me feel…how he had opened me up to a new kind of experience.
There were goosebumps on my skin again, as I thought about him. The way he had touched me through the dress.
I was half-lying on the couch, and now, I couldn’t help but reach for that spot between my legs. I gulped. I had never touched myself like this before, but now I felt like if I didn’t, I would explode. I pressed my eyes closed and tried to imagine him again. His hot breath falling on my face, his piercing green eyes holding my gaze, his lips drawing closer.
I slipped my hand under the elastic band of my shorts, slowly crawling towards my panties. I was wet already! How had that happened? I was wet just like I was wet the previous night when he squeezed my breast.
I bit down on my lip, imagining his strong, large hands on me, how my breast had fit in that palm…he’d squeezed, roughly grazing my pebbled, hard nipple. My nipples were sensitive again. I could feel them throbbing under my oversized t-shirt. They were aching to be touched…they were aching for something else, a mouth?
My hips rolled and I arched my back, thrusting my hips up as my fingers found my warm wet folds. I gasped when I touched myself like that. It was a strange new feeling, one I had never been brave enough to try before. I just didn’t think I would want to do that to myself, that I could make myself feel good! But now my finger slipped in; slowly I felt that rough friction of my finger within my folds. My throat had gone dry; I imagined Felix’s finger there, the same spot where he had stroked me.
I could feel my clit swelling and throbbing. I rubbed my palm over it, gently massaging it and it felt good. I pressed my eyes down harder, trying to picture every detail of his strong handsome face. He was so sexy…he was the sexiest man I had met, and he had kissed me! Me!
My lips fell open and I moaned; my finger slid deeper into me.
I heard the keys jangling at the door. I leaped off the couch, pulling my t-shirt low down over my shorts. I knew I looked dazed; my cheeks were flushed and hot. Katie walked into the apartment, smiling and bright.
“Hey, you!” she exclaimed. “Just back for lunch.”
She walked towards me while I stood beside the couch sheepishly, feeling guilty and dazed. Katie narrowed her eyes at me.
“You okay there?” she asked.
“Yeah, I just fell asleep watching TV.” I tried to smile, but she had already detected something was up. She stood staring at me with her hands on her hips.
“Rrrright…do you want something to eat?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure, I could eat.” I followed her to the kitchen area of our open-plan living room.
“I have an hour for lunch today, and I figured you would be home since you left like super early in the morning.” She was in a good mood as she started tossing a quick salad for us. I was still feeling a little dizzy from how I had just made myself feel…I was panting for more, feeling like someone had just thrown a bucket of ice all over me. I could still feel my fingers in between my legs.
“So, what happened last night? Sorry I fell asleep and we couldn’t talk. Why did he invite you to his place again?” Katie asked, popping some slices of bread in the toaster.
I shrugged my shoulders, trying to pretend like I could hardly remember what last night was about.
“Oh, he just needed my help with Cici,” I said, and Katie crossed her brows.
“Excuse me? He needed your help with his daughter? Isn’t he, like, a billionaire? Doesn’t he have like dozens of employees to help?” Katie asked, serving us the food in two salad bowls.
“Yeah, but his mom is in town, and she’s a real stickler for the family thing, and I guess he just didn’t want her to think that Cici has no company,” I argued, without actually meeting Katie’s eyes. She continued to glare at me.
“So, he invited you to his house so you could give Cici company? Is he, like, paying you to do this?” she asked, and I shook my head.
“It’s not like that…he can see that Cici and I have a connection. She really likes me,” I said.
“Okay, Nora, sweetie, what is really going on? Did anything else happen?” She put her bowl down. I shook my head, forcing myself to meet her eyes and smile.
“Of course not, nothing else happened. It was a perfectly casual, normal dinner; his mother is lovely. Tell me about your day,” I said.