CHAPTER 6
Michael
I knew as soon as she left my office, I’d made a mistake. I had no idea how I was going to wait six hours to see her. I thought I was doing the right thing, that it was best to give us both time to think, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. The wait was too long, and my throbbing cock was a constant reminder of my miscalculation. It was torture like no other. I’d tried working out at the gym, pushing myself to the limit, for hours on end. When that didn’t work, I tried taking a long, cold shower, but still found no relief. I’d run out of options, so I ended up going back to the office, thinking I could distract myself with work. But as soon as I walked into the room, I caught the scent of vanilla and lavender, and there was nothing else I could do to get her off my mind.
As I sat at my desk, sorting through all the different files, I could almost feel her presence in the room. I’d find myself looking over at the sofa, hoping I might catch a glimpse of her, but time after time; there was no sign of her. The disappointment got to be too much, and I was overcome with a need to see her. Not knowing what else to do, I turned to my computer and Googled her name. Yes. Guys do that, too. I came across a few articles she’d written, and with each one I read, I became more and more enamored with her. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was also a brilliant writer. After I finished reading, I continued with my search and stumbled upon her Facebook page. My lips curled into a smile when her beautiful face came up on my screen. She was absolutely breathtaking. I’d hoped that seeing her might help calm the beast raging in my boxer briefs, but it only made him hungry for more. Unable to resist the urge, I reached in my desk and pulled out her file. As soon as I spotted her number, I pulled out my phone and texted her. I was pleasantly surprised that she’d responded so quickly, and I was even more pleased when I read her last text:
Grace:
Oh, I’m definitely intrigued. I don’t think I’ve ever been so intrigued in my life.
Me:
Good. That means I’m doing something right.
Grace:
More than you know.
Me:
I’ll see you tonight.
I looked at the clock and noticed that I only had a couple of hours before I needed to be at the hotel. Knowing I had a lot to get done, I shutdown my computer and headed out to my car. I felt like a horny, fucking teenager as I raced to my penthouse apartment. As soon as I got there, I took a shower, shaved, and took care of a little personal grooming. Once I was done, I headed to my closet. I grabbed my black suit and white button-down then carried it back to my room to get dressed. When I was finished, I checked my watch, and my pulse started to race when I saw the time. After a final check in the mirror, I grabbed my keys and headed downstairs.
I had just under a half hour to get a room and make my way over to the bar. Once I’d secured us the Presidential Suite, I walked through the main lobby, shuffling through the crowd, and headed straight to the bar. I hadn’t been sitting there long, when the bartender came over and asked, “What can I get you?”
“A Crown and Coke.”
As he started to pour my drink, he asked, “Can I get you anything else?”
“No. That’s all for now.”
Once he brought my drink over, I took a sip, and then looked down at my watch for the hundredth time. It was ten after eight, and I was beginning to worry that she might not show. I took another pull from my drink; then my anxiousness got the best of me. Seconds later, I found myself peering out into the lobby. As I’d hoped, when I looked around the corner, I spotted Grace coming through the front door. Seeing her took my breath away. She was absolutely stunning, and I was pleased to see that she was wearing a short, black trench coat, cinched tightly around her waist. My imagination ran wild as I thought about what was hidden underneath. Was she wearing that black nightie she’d mentioned, or nothing at all? At that moment, I couldn’t care less what she was wearing. Just knowing she’d decided to come, that she was about to be mine, was all I needed to know.
I went back to the bar and sat down, taking another sip from my drink as I waited patiently for her to approach me. I felt someone brush past me, followed by the smell of lavender and vanilla, and I knew she was there. I turned to my left and found Grace sitting there next to me. With her long blonde hair draped over her shoulder, she smiled nervously as she said, “Hey.”
“You look beautiful.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“Would you like a drink?” I asked as I motioned the bartender over.
“A glass of wine would be nice…or maybe a bottle,” she replied with an anxious giggle. Her eyes skirted around the room, looking everywhere except directly at me.
Sensing that she was feeling nervous, I leaned toward her and placed my hand on her bare knee. “There’s nothing for you to worry about, Grace.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“You’ll see soon enough.” I let my hand drift slowly up her thigh. “I plan to explore and worship every inch of this hot, little body of yours.”
Her breath caught as my fingers slipped under the hem of her coat. “I’m not stopping until your legs are trembling and everyone in this hotel knows my name.”
The pad of my forefinger tapped her inner thigh as I softly ordered, “Grace.”
She quickly glanced around the room, and when she felt certain no one was looking, she uncrossed her legs, giving me further access. My fingers continued to inch closer to her pussy, snaking their way between her legs, and a hiss slipped through her teeth when I finally found what I was looking for. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling when I found that she was already wet. As I leaned toward her, I whispered, “You feel like everything I’ve always wanted.”