Claire
I work throughout the afternoon, furiously creating sexy designs to match a super sexy company.
In truth, this is the perfect fit for me. I absolutely love lingerie and that makes working on this campaign all the better.
I'm lost in my creative bubble when the phone rings.
I answer it absentmindedly and hear a deep voice on the other end. "Hi, Claire, how are you doing?"
It's him.
My stomach clenches with a kind of excitement that I can't tame. Just the sound of his voice is enough to make me wet.
"Hi. I didn't think I'd ever hear from you again."
"What? Why? Didn't you have fun the other night?"
I know he's feigning disbelief as to why I thought he wouldn't call. He knows as well as I do that he has a reputation for bedding women. It makes me jealous even to think about how many he's been with.
"I didn't think you'd call because I figured that I was just another one-night stand, a notch on your bedpost," I say honestly.
When I'm honest, it catches him off guard. I love to tell the truth to him so that he knows that I know exactly what he's up to. He's not going to play me without my full and total willingness to be played.
"You've been listening to too many rumors," he says.
"You think?"
"I'm calling for reason," he says, smooth as ever. "I want to take you out tonight. I can't stop thinking about you, Claire."
His words cause a nervous excitement to bubble up within me, but I caution myself not to take them too seriously.
"What do you have in mind?" I ask.
"I'll have a car pick you up tonight around nine, okay? Does that time work for you?"
"I have no plans, except for shampooing my hair."
He laughs. "Okay, baby. I'll see you tonight."
He hangs up and I'm left holding the phone, feeling the electricity that pulses between him and me even at a distance. Does he feel this, too? Am I insane to want to date a ladies’ man?
I recall my conversation with Charlotte and about how she wants me to spy on him. This gives me motivation to go out with him.
I have to meet with him to try to steal his ideas, I tell myself. I'm not going to fall for him; it's impossible. I'm smarter than that.
I get back to work and put the full force of my inventive mind into the process. I'm extremely motivated to land this project, so much so that I don't notice the building becoming quiet as everyone has left.
Evening has descended over the city. The days are getting shorter with the coming winter.
The darkness alerts me to the fact that I'm running late. I got lost in my work and now I'll barely have time to get ready before meeting Liam.
I wanted to have a proper bath before seeing him and I'll have to hurry if I'm going to do that.
I close up the office and take a cab to my place.
Once inside my little apartment, I'm completely inspired. I live downtown in a one-bedroom. It's enough space for me. And let me tell you, it's designed perfectly. My environment has to be beautiful or I simply can't function. It's part of being an artist and a designer.
I need to be surrounded by beauty at all times. My place is modern and eclectic. Everything I have tells a story.
The walls are painted dark and I've hung expensive artwork everywhere. Thin curtains make a partition between the living room and the kitchen. Soft, faux fur rugs adorn the floors and crystal chandeliers and pendant lights hang wherever I could find a spot.
But my favorite place is the bedroom. It's ultra cozy, lined with several duvets and opulent pillows.
My flatscreen faces the bed from an angle and I've got stereo speakers installed for when I need to hear music while I'm designing from home.
Even my bathroom is decked out. I light the many candles that surround the tub and then I pour warm, almost hot water into the clawfoot bathtub. It's my favorite feature of this apartment.
I've spent entirely too many hours in the bath, reading and just lazing about.
Tonight I have other plans. I undress and am thankful to get my work clothes off. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I analyze every part of my body.
Luckily, I had the foresight to get a spray tan. I didn't know Liam would call, but if he's going to see me naked, at least I'll be at my best.
I play some Sade and turn off the lights. The glow from the dimly lit candles makes the mood more solemn as I sink into the tub with my vibrator.
I fully intend to get off to the image of Liam. It will help to release some of this tension before my date with him so that I'm not practically exploding in front of him.
The music plays softly and the candles flicker as I switch on my vibrator and start to finger myself. I lay my head back against the lip of the tub and think about him.
Dark green eyes penetrate me. Strong shoulders and arms around me. And that giant, massive cock enters me, slowly at first, then more roughly.
I envision the way his huge hands feel on my body. In my mind’s eye, he’s kissing me and it's enough to make me come.
I've never come so quickly in my life. This is proof that I badly want him.
I shiver and quake from all the sensations coursing through my body. My head spins and for a moment I'm lost, out of reality.
I want more.
I give myself a rest and then start again. This time, I imagine that I really am his girlfriend, the only one he has eyes for. This makes me feel safe and my body opens easily to the idea.
I circle the vibrator around my clit and think of that huge cock thrusting into me. I fantasize that I am on top. We're fucking in some huge, king-size bed. I circle my hips so that I can feel every inch of his manhood.
And from this position, he has a perfect view of my tits. He pulls up and starts to suck on one nipple while twisting the other. I ride his cock in a motion that stimulates my G-spot. In my mind, he lies back down and enjoys the view of me coming all around him.
I moan and arch my back against the bathtub. I'm coming almost violently.
The thought of him being in my life in any way is enough to set me over that cliff. I want him so bad. And in this moment of self-stimulation, in the intimate confines of my bathroom, I can let myself dream these things.
It's safe in here to imagine that Liam and I are together. It's okay for me to think of us being an item. It's just a fantasy, right?
In my oversized bathtub, none of the realities of the world exist. I don't have to think about how he's my competition and how he's the biggest player in town.
Instead, I can just dream.
I've come twice and I figure that's good for now. If I don't hurry, I'll be late. Plus, he's sending a car.
That reminds me that Liam operates in an entirely different sphere than I do. He's used to limos, penthouses, travel, and private clubs. All of this is out of my realm and it's just very different than how I live my life.
My apartment is modest, my business is small, and I take an Uber almost everywhere. I feel nervous to be a part of his glamorous lifestyle. I feel like I just won't be enough.
I shampoo my hair and scrub myself with rose oil soap. I drain the tub and then pour sweet almond oil all over my body so that my skin will be silky soft. I put on all manner of essential oils so that he will love my scent, but not be able to define it.
Quickly, I blow dry my hair and glance at my phone to see the time. 8:45. Fuck.
I have to hurry. I go to my closet and pull out a little black dress. It's my go-to for the first date and it never fails.
I step into the dress and put on a lacy thong, no bra. Then I slide my feet into some pretty black high heels, grab my fluffiest faux fur coat, put some lipstick into my purse, and I'm out the door.
I make my way to the lobby of my apartment. The doorman nods at me.
Outside, the air is getting crisp and I'm glad I brought a nice coat. There's the town car waiting and I know it's for me. I take in a deep breath and realize I'm about to go see him, this guy I'm obsessed with.
The thought of seeing him makes me extremely nervous in that wonderful way. I never want this feeling to end. And yet, I scold myself that I need to know better. I can’t trust him.
The driver gets out and says, "Are you Claire?"
"Yes, I am."
Then he opens the door for me and I get in. The black leather seats are cold against my skin. It does something to cool my burning loins.
Here goes nothing.