Nicholas

 

 

When I asked Sophia to take me up to the room she talked about, I assumed I'd finally get to feel her ruby red stained lips wrapped around my dick. I saw the way she was looking at me in the elevator as we rode up to the top floor. She knew that I wanted her. I made that clear when I hooked my arm around her waist while she stood in front of me in the lobby waiting for the elevator to arrive. When she subtly ground her ample ass into me, my cock instantly hardened.

"What did you think we were going to do up here?" She approaches me from behind, her reflection coming into view in the window's glass. "I noticed you folded your coat over your arm so you could hold it in front of you on the ride up. You were obscenely hard, Nicholas."

I turn to face her. She'd left me alone as soon as we walked into the suite when her phone rang. I thought she'd ignore it in favor of dropping to her knees, but she politely excused herself and took off into another room, closing the door behind her.

I listened, but the walls in this place shielded her voice completely. I didn't think anything of it until a full fifteen minutes dragged by and I'd had my fill of the view of the city from the wall of windows we're standing in front of.

"I'm not anymore." My hand skims over the front of my jeans. "Do you need to put out a fire? That call seemed important."

"It was."

I wait for more of an explanation, but she's quiet as she stares over my shoulder at the darkened view of Central Park.

"So your boss owns this place?" I ask, knowing that talking about sex is only going to irritate the hell out of me. I want to fuck her. I've wanted it since she walked into the hotel and took off her coat. Her body is amazing and since I've been inside of her, I have to work to control the constant need I feel when I'm near her.

Her gaze pulls away from me as she surveys the impeccably decorated suite. "I think he forgets that he does. He's got a lot on the go."

It's hard to imagine anyone forgetting that they own a place like this. I'm not easily impressed, at least not at this stage of my life. I can stay in a suite like this without a second thought to the cost but I rarely do. I don't see the purpose when I'm traveling alone. If I had Sophia by my side, it would be different. I'd want to give her the best of everything, but she'd never let that happen. She manipulated the situation with Joe in order to stay out of my debt. It's clear that she doesn’t want to owe anyone anything.

"Do you like working for him?" I ask as I study her profile.

She turns to look at me, her blue eyes locking on mine. "Sure. Gabriel's a good boss."

He must be if he allows her unfettered access to this suite. We didn't stop anywhere on our way up here. She had the key card in her purse the entire time which means she uses it on a regular basis.

"Who else have you brought here, Sophia?"

She keeps her eyes on me although her top lip quivers so slightly that it's virtually unnoticeable. I see it because I can't take my eyes off of her.

"No one," she confesses in a low tone. "I come here myself sometimes."

"Yourself?"

"Mr. Foster's mom stays here when she's in town." She tilts her chin toward an open door that I assume leads to a bedroom. "I'm usually at her beck and call. I do it because Gabriel asks me to but on the day she leaves I always arrange a car service for her. Once I know she's gone, I come here and order the most decadent dinner on the menu and watch the sunset out these windows."

"You bill your dinner to her stay?"

She sucks in a breath before she nods once.

I bark out a laugh. "How fucking amazing is that? I love that you break the rules."

Her eyes stay trained on my face for a few seconds longer before a bright smile slides across her lips. "Gabriel's mom left two hours ago so you and I are splitting a Wagyu beef and Foie gras burger with a side of the best fries cooked in truffle oil you'll ever taste."

 

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"You've got it all figured out, haven't you?" I look down at Sophia as we walk toward my apartment. "I saw the way you joked with the guy who brought our food up to the room. He obviously knows you're not Gabriel Foster's mom. You don't seem worried that he'll fuck up your free room service plan."

"He won't." She shakes her head, her hands bunching up the scarf around her neck to pull it tighter. "I'm in charge of Mr. Foster's annual symphony subscription. When he isn't planning on attending with his wife, he hands off the tickets to me. Sometimes I go but if I don't, I give the tickets to other people who work for Mr. Foster, including the man who brought our food."

"You bribe your fellow employees with tickets?"

"You make it sound dirty." Her perfectly arched brows wiggle. "I consider it a fair exchange between friends."

I hold onto her elbow as we cross the street, guiding her around a group of pedestrians crossing in the opposite direction. "What else have you gotten in exchange for those tickets?"

She blinks as she comes to a stop on the sidewalk. "One time when I took a pair of tickets to the manager of the Liore boutique she gave me a bag full of imperfect samples that Mr. Foster had told her to trash. There was absolutely nothing wrong with any of those panties except some snags in the lace."

"You'll have to show me those snags."

Her lips twitch as she tries to suppress another smile. "You already have a pair of my panties. You can check out those."

I do have a pair. I tucked them into the top drawer of my nightstand after she left the other night. "By the end of tonight, I'll have another pair to add to my collection."

"Is that an invitation?"

"It's a promise," I exhale before I kiss her softly, my tongue parting her lips so I can taste her. "Come home with me, Sophia."

"How can I say no when you kiss me like that?"