AARON
Robyn and I had such a nice dinner and an even better time at the opera. It finally hit me how close I’d come to letting the best thing that ever happened to me walk out of my life. I resolved that no matter what, I wasn’t going to let that happen again. As I was helping her into the car after the opera I was approached by a man I only knew as Paul. Paul was a freelance photographer who sold his pictures to various magazines like Forbes and Variety and even People. The one thing I did know about him was that he didn’t sell to the tabloids.
“Mr. Winters, could you give me a pose with your beautiful date?”
I wanted to hurry and get my beautiful date home and all to myself, but I looked at Robyn’s face and I knew this would be a big step for me in her eyes. I said,
“Beautiful date, do you object?”
She smiled and said, “Not at all.”
I helped her back out and Paul snapped three pictures of us underneath the marquee. We got on our way at last; the only other thing I wanted that evening was to be alone with my “girlfriend.”
“My apartment or yours?” I asked her.
“We’re closer to yours,” she said. If I wasn’t wrong, the smile she had on her face was telling me she wanted the same thing I did tonight…to make love and fall asleep in each other’s arms. I turned the car over to the valet at my apartment building and as we were riding up in the elevator she said,
“So, you were going to tell me more about the Hamilton’s.”
I laughed, she was too much. We stepped off the elevator and I said,
“You really want to talk about business?”
“No, not really,” she said as I unlocked the door and let her inside. “But I saw the distressed look on your face and I heard those people sounding like they were much more interested in making money than they were in how it was going to make their father feel. I wonder how going through with that deal is going to make you feel.”
“It’s a very lucrative deal,” I told her.
“I’m sure it is. You’re a very good businessman. But,” she said, turning in a circle around my apartment, “It might seem to one as un-informed as me that you don’t really need the money….”
That was true, but I was still a businessman and this deal was still good business. “I can’t let my business stagnate because it happens to be doing well already though, can I? You’re in marketing and from what Max tells me you are outstanding at what you do. So then I know you understand the importance of a fresh approach and fresh new ideas and fresh products.”
“What does the Hamilton’s business manufacture?” She understood that manufacturing businesses were the ones that I was interested in acquiring. It was what we did at Winters, Inc.
“Canoes, kayaks…that sort of thing.”
“Hmm, and that’s a lucrative business?” She took off her coat and just the sight of her in that Chanel suit made my heart race. I took a step closer to her and said,
“I really, really don’t want to talk about business right now.” She smiled and we stepped towards each other at the same time. Our lips collided and she made a sound, just a tiny hint of a moan but it went straight to my loins. Her warm and willing mouth opened against mine and once again remembering how close I came to not being able to do this again, I kissed her like I’d never kissed her before. My hands ran down her sides and across the curve of her hips. The soft fabric felt good her body underneath felt better. Her body was warm and my body was reacting instantaneously.
I slid my hand up to the side of her neck and let my finger trace the line of her jaw softly as I pulled back and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. I felt suddenly overwhelmed and I said,
“Thank you for giving me another chance.” My voice was calm and controlled, but my insides were a mess. She had made a quivering mess of me and I loved it.
She smiled and said, “Thank you for sharing so much of you with me.”
I cupped her face in my hands and said, “I want to show it all to you.”
She laughed, “Did you mean that in an exhibitionist sense of the word?”
I cracked up and said, “Baby if you want to take it that way I’m ready for that too.”
I pulled her back up against me and she gripped around my neck fiercely, bringing her lips back up to mine. We walked backwards to the bedroom as our lips wrangled and my body burned for her. When we got to the bedroom, I pushed her down on the bed and as I did I heard a growl escape from my throat that I didn’t even know was there. I buried my face in her neck and I nipped at the skin below her ear. She squealed and wiggled underneath me. That only encouraged me to do it more.
My lips came down on hers hard and I drove my tongue between her lips. I was desperate to taste her, to have her essence in my mouth. When we broke the kiss, her cheeks were flushed and her breaths were coming in deep gulps and gasps. Her eyes were shining and the whole picture made me want to devour her, to take her over and over again. She arched her body up against mine and I dipped my head down to graze her neck with my teeth. She moaned and I had to have her right then. I started pulling at the buttons of the expensive designer suit she was wearing and that was when she stopped me.
“Don’t tear it,” she said. I laughed and said,
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“I don’t want a new one,” she said, “This one already has a piece of our history in it.” Sexually frustrated I growled again, but I got off of her long enough to let her unbutton the blouse and skirt fold them neatly. Once she was in her bra and panties…it was on. I threw her back down on the bed, stripped off my own clothes and took what I wanted so desperately. Judging from her gasps and moans, I like to believe that I also gave her what she needed.