Chapter 4
Mila stood up as soon as she saw “Harry” step into the lobby of the building. She’d just finished her last meeting and was starving. Both for food and for “Harry”.
“You look gorgeous,” he said as he took her into his arms and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back despite her reservations about public displays. Mila didn’t think there were any reporters in the area, but she was normally more circumspect. When he lifted his head, she beamed up at him. “We should get out of here,” she told him.
He agreed and took her hand. They dined that night at a lovely restaurant in Georgetown. There were small, more interesting places in this area that lined the cobblestone streets. It was a lively area of the city with boutique stores and bars. At night, the college crowds from Georgetown University would flood the streets, heading for the clubs that were hidden away in the rooms above the retail stores.
The small, quaint restaurant he chose was outstanding! They enjoyed excellent food, amazing wine, and they even shared a dessert after the meal was over.
And when he took her back to her hotel that night, he never left. He made love to her over and over again, even in the shower the following morning.
That night started the pattern for the rest of the week. Mila met with different companies throughout the day, then spent the night hours in “Harry’s” arms. It was a magical time, but she accepted that she was occasionally distracted. Like the time she’d been discussing environmental issues and she wondered what “Harry’s” real name might be. Or when she was meeting with ambassadors from three European countries, “Harry” would pop into her head and Mila found herself thinking about his smile, or something he’d done to her the previous night. Or what she hoped to do to him that night.
And she was painfully aware of the end of her scheduled time here in Washington, D.C. After this, she was scheduled to meet with several companies and representatives of the French government in Paris, and then her father had requested that she come home. She doubted that “Harry” was flying off to Paris next, although they seemed to avoid conversing about the future at all times.
Friday night finally arrived and even as she walked into her hotel suite, she was already stripping off her clothes, eager for the time when “Harry” would arrive so he could take her into his arms. They were supposed to dine out again tonight, but what she’d really love to do was curl up on the comfortable cushion with pizza and some beer…yes, she fully understood that pizza and beer weren’t very lady-like. But she’d gotten a taste for the decadent American tradition and…well, pizza here in America was incredibly different from Italian pizza and there were few things that went better with American pizza than a bottle of cold beer.
Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her purse, beaming when she read the words from “Harry”.
Immediately, she typed back, “Pizza and beer with a movie?” When there was only silence after that, she hurriedly thought of another restaurant, an out of the way place where they could dine casually. “Just kidding. Seafood at Antoine’s?” she texted quickly as she flipped her shoes off. They landed fairly close to the closet but, knowing that “Harry” would be here tonight, she rushed over to carefully put them away. She was a pretty messy person, but thankfully, the hotel had an excellent housekeeping staff. All of her clothes were dry cleaned each day and stored back in the closet by the time she returned each evening from her meetings.
She was just about to head into the bathroom for a quick shower when she heard a knock on the hotel door. Assuming it was her security team waiting for instructions for the night, she hurried over to answer it.
But instead of her bodyguards, it was “Harry” standing in the doorway with a huge pizza box and a six pack of bottled beer.
“You get sexier every time I talk to you,” he teased as he stepped into the hotel suite, kissing her as he headed towards the sofa. “I brought a couple of movies, but I also checked with the hotel concierge and she promised me that just about any movie we might want to watch was on demand.” He set the box down on the coffee table, then took two beers out of the case, handing one to her. “Do you want a glass?”
Mila laughed, thinking he was the hottest man she’d ever met. “Nope! No glass,” she said and padded over to him, accepting the bottle of beer and taking a long sip. “Oh, this is good!” she sighed, closing her eyes as she savored the crisp flavor of the beer. Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him. “When you didn’t reply back immediately, I thought you were horrified by the idea.”
“On the contrary. This is an excellent choice!”
She laughed and sat down on the sofa, pulling her thigh high stockings off. “Oh, that feels so much better!” she groaned.
“I think you should just take all of it off,” he told her and sat down next to her on the sofa, pulling her feet onto his lap.
Mila laughed. “Not a chance,” she came right back.
“Why not? You’re going to be naked for the rest of the night anyway. Why not start off as you intend to end it?”
He might be right, but she wasn’t conceding. “I might try and play hard to get tonight,” she lied.
There was an immediate burst of laughter. “You keep on telling yourself that,” he teased and leaned over, kissing her gently. “I’ll enjoy the challenge.” He looked admiringly at her breasts, “For the five seconds that you might resist me, that is.”
She chuckled, but he had a point. She hadn’t been able to resist him yet, what made her think that she’d be able to do it tonight? Especially since her body was already sizzling with need for him.
“Think you’re pretty confident, huh?”
He let his hand slide up her leg, not stopping until he could feel the soft satin of her underwear. “Oh yeah, I’m pretty confident. You’re going to use me for my body tonight and I’m going to give you so much pleasure, you’re going to scream my name.” He kissed her neck, then nipped at her ear. “Many times, if I have my way.”
Mila sighed dreamily, fully on board with his plans. “You always get your way,” she blurted, then pulled back, shocked that she’d said that out loud.
He only chuckled, agreeing with her. He toasted his beer bottle against hers, the glass clinking cheerfully. “Here’s to your resistance tonight. Make it good.”
She laughed, but he was right. They ate pizza, she drank two of the beers and he polished off the other four and, by the time the movie ended, she was naked and straddling his hips as she rode him to a screaming orgasm. Afterward, he carried her off to bed and started the process all over again. Mila didn’t put up any resistance at all!