Christian

I stepped into the shower, the smell of her all over my body and her taste on my lips. I smiled as I leaned my head back under the mist of the hot water, letting the warmth run down my face. Sex with her was undeniably the ultimate experience as far as I was concerned. She said it was only sex, but I knew damn well it was more than that to her. I felt it in the way her hands roamed my body. I felt it in the way her nails dug into my back and I felt it with each sensual sound she let out. For me, it was more than just sex, and as far as I was concerned, I was one step closer to having her.

While we were at lunch, she began asking questions about my parents and childhood. I needed to be careful with what I said because I had already told her, aka Digits, a lot. I couldn’t risk her finding out it was me she was actually talking to. Not yet. But with each passing day, it was becoming harder and harder not to. Digits and I were growing closer. Maybe I needed to cut it off with her and let some time pass. Maybe Eloise would never have to know. That was something I needed to carefully think about.

After my shower, I sat down on the bed with my phone in my hand and thought about texting Digits. Then I decided not to. As I got up to put on my clothes, my phone dinged with a text message from her.

“Hi.”

“Hi. How’s your trip going?”

“Good. How’s your day? Is work busy?”

“Work is always busy. Other than that, my day is great.”

“Good to hear. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Everything okay, Digits?”

“Yeah. Things are good. I need to get ready for dinner. Catch ya later?”

“Catch ya later. If you want to talk tonight, text me, no matter what time it is.”

“Thanks, Mobile Man. I will.”

I sighed as I set my phone down and got ready for dinner. When I knocked on our adjoining door, Eloise opened it and I stood there in awe at the sight of her. A beautiful nude-colored short dress, delicately beaded, sat off her shoulders and hugged her petite hourglass figure. Her long brown hair was twisted up into an elegant hair-do with a few curls that hung down. I let out an approving whistle as I tried to calm down my misbehaving cock.

“You look stunning.” I smiled. “Are you ready?”

“Thank you. Almost. I just have to put on my heels and then we can go.” She smiled as she grabbed her shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I couldn’t stop staring at her long, lean legs as she slipped her feet into her nude-colored heels. The way she had had them wrapped tightly around my waist as I fucked her was intoxicating.

“Now I’m ready,” she spoke.

I placed my hand on the small of her back as she picked up her purse from the dresser and we walked out of the room. A smile crossed my lips when I felt her tremble at the subtle touch of my hand.

We took the elevator down to the restaurant where my friend, Joe, was standing and waiting for us.

“Christian, good to see you, my friend.” We lightly hugged.

“Good to see you too. Joe, I’d like you to meet Eloise Moore, our photographer. Eloise, this is Joe.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled as she placed her hand in his.

“And you as well.” Joe nodded.

He led us to a table where three other people, including the two models, from Chanel sat. We ate, drank, and talked mostly about business. After dinner was finished, we stayed for a couple more drinks and then headed up to our rooms.

“Good night, Eloise,” I spoke before walking into my room.

“Good night, Christian. See you in the morning.”

I closed the door and set my keycard on the night stand. As I looked at my bed, I wished I was seeing her lying in it next to me.

****

Eloise

I opened my suitcase, changed into my nightshirt, and took out my small travel bag. Taking it into the bathroom, I took out my toothbrush but noticed my toothpaste wasn’t there. After looking through my suitcase and realizing I must have left it at home, I walked over to the adjoining door and knocked on it.

“Everything okay?” Christian asked as he opened the door and his half naked body instantly aroused me.

“Can I borrow your toothpaste? I left mine at home.”

“Sure. I’ll go get it for you.”

He walked away and I stared at the bed where we had sex earlier in the day.

“Here you go.” He smiled as he handed me the tube.

“Thanks. Hold on a sec and I’ll bring it right back.”

“You know, we could always just keep this door open in case there’s anything else you need. That way, you wouldn’t have to knock.”

“And what else would I need?” I narrowed my eye at him as I handed him back his toothpaste.

“Oh, I don’t know.” He smirked.

“Good night, Mr. Blake.” I began to shut the door.

“Good night, Miss Moore. You know where to find me if you need me.”

“I won’t need you!” I shouted from the other side of the door.

After brushing my teeth, I climbed into bed and lay there, eyes wide open. I was exhausted so why couldn’t I sleep? Maybe it was because every time I closed my damn eyes, all I saw was Christian. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and sent a text message to Mobile Man.

“We had sex again and this time I initiated it from lack of control.”

“Lol. Good for you, Digits!”

“It’s not funny, Mobile Man.”

“I’m sorry. Of course it’s not funny. Do you regret it?”

“No. I can’t even explain to you how he makes me feel.”

“Why don’t you try?”

“It was different this time.”

“How?”

“I don’t know how to put it into words. It felt like our souls merged. Like we both connected on a level deeper that I never knew existed or experienced before.”

“That’s good, right? I think something like that is rare to find or experience.”

“I don’t know. I basically attacked him and I feel ashamed.”

“Did he enjoy it?”

“Of course he enjoyed it. What man wouldn’t enjoy a woman practically attacking him for sex?”

“Lol. True.”

“What he must think of me.”

“Do you want my thoughts on that?”

“Yes, please.”

“He more than likely thinks you’re a beautiful woman who knows what she wants and goes after it. That’s a huge turn on for men.”

“Ha. Tell that to all the losers I dated. I think they were more intimidated by me than anything.”

“That’s why they’re all losers, Digits. A weak man can’t handle a strong woman because he doesn’t know what to do with her, but a strong man loves the challenges of a strong woman. And I do believe this guy you’ve had sex with twice now is a strong man who knows what he wants. Hence, not a loser. Listen, don’t get all caught up in what he thinks about you because your animal instincts took over. I’m pretty sure your sexiness level blew off the charts in his eyes.”

“Thanks, Mobile Man. I’m going to head to bed now. It was a long day and I’m tired.”

“Sleep well, Digits. Catch ya later.”

“You too. Catch ya later.”