CHAPTER SEVEN
I sat on my bed with my laptop, squirming in discomfort as I read page after page of Dominick's manuscript, realizing that a raunchy sex scene was just around the corner.
It would be a seven-hour flight, and Derrick knew he couldn't wait that long to put his hands on Karen's body. His eyes trailed down to her exposed knee, the white of her stockings acting as a near invisible barrier between his hand and her skin. He remembered using a similar pair of stockings to tie her up in the bedroom. The material was strong and unforgiving when wrapped around a helpless appendage, yet soft enough not to chafe.
Karen rummaged through her purse, completely oblivious to the wicked thoughts playing in Derrick's head. Their minds were never in sync as far as sex was concerned, but all it would take was a touch to put her on the same wave length.
Of course, on a seven-hour long flight, sex was the farthest thing from her mind. She was too busy praying there wouldn't be any turbulence and trying to find something to occupy herself with during take off. She hated planes. Always had, ever since her parents died in one. This was an important trip for Derrick though, and she wanted to be by his side when his company made the merge with Software Unlimited, Inc. It would be a life-changing event, and she knew just how he'd want to celebrate it.
The very thought sent a pleasant tingling sensation between her legs. This was the last place she should be getting horny, but as long as she was distracted from the flight, it didn't matter. Besides, it was fun to imagine all the horrible kinky things Derrick would do to her once their business was concluded in New York. He had a way with words and his body, no shortage of surprises.
The plane barreled down the runway, and Karen's mind was drawn back to her fears. She gripped Derrick's hand, holding her breath as the speed of the plane made her press into her seat. He smiled at her in amusement.
“Everything will be alright,” his voice was calm and confident, the way it always was, and she couldn't help but believe him.
Once they were safely in the air, Karen pulled out her ereader and began reading, another distraction tactic. Derrick scowled but said nothing. He had a better idea for helping her to forget about the flight, but it was hard to implement when they were surrounded by so many people. Patience. Patience was something he had in a seemingly unlimited supply.
The hours passed by, and he waited and waited and waited. He could have done some work on his laptop, but he didn't want to miss his window of opportunity. At times like this, Derrick felt like a predator, stalking prey. Karen was oblivious most of the time, but he preferred her that way. He liked the look in her eyes when he took her unaware.
Finally, after several hours and a flight change, Karen stood up to go to the bathroom. Derrick was quick on her heels. She turned around and gave him a queer look.
“What are you doing?” she asked, pausing briefly in the middle of the aisle.
“We're going to the bathroom, aren't we?”
There was that naivety he loved so much. She had absolutely no idea what was going on.
“Shouldn't you stay back with our stuff?” She glanced at their empty seats.
“Keep going,” he said, his voice low and husky. It was his commanding voice, the voice he used when something mischievous was going on inside that perverted head of his. It was the voice that made Karen's loins throb with the knowledge that they'd be satiated soon, and her body could do little else but obey.
They slipped inside the cramped airplane lavatory together, making sure they weren't seen. Derrick could not have cared less if someone saw them, but Karen was a lot more cautious.
“Derrick, I have to pee,” she complained.
“I'm not stopping you.”
“Technically, you are. I can't pee with you standing there.”
“I'll turn around.”
She grumbled as he turned away from her. If she hadn't been paranoid about being caught, she might have argued with him more, but she knew their time was limited. As quickly as possible, she finished her business, knowing better than to pull her panties up afterward. He would just forcefully yank them down again anyway. That was the kind of man he was, taking what he wanted, not that she minded it one bit.
The sound of the toilet flushing was the most unsexy thing in the world, but that didn't deter Derrick. Almost before Karen had a chance to stand up, he was on her, hiking up her skirt and pressing her against the wall. Everything disappeared around them as his hands traveled under her blouse to roughly grope her breasts. Her nipples were already hard peaks, awaiting the tantalizing touch of his fingers.
Karen groaned as Derrick kissed her, gripping a fistful of her hair and holding her firmly in place while his tongue sought entry into her mouth. She was more than willing to be open for him, with both her mouth and her cunt. It throbbed between her legs with a need for his fingers, cock, or anything else he wanted to put inside of her.
“We need to be quick,” she whispered as soon as their lips parted.
“I don't like quick,” he growled into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
It wasn't a lie. Derrick liked to fuck for hours, but Karen doubted they could do so now without someone banging impatiently on the lavatory door.
“Are you ready to become a part of the mile high club?” he asked. Before Karen had time to answer, Derrick was pulling her leg over his hip. She could hear the sound of his zipper, and then any response she might have made was converted into a moan as his hot cock head pressed between her pussy lips. “Quiet now, love,” he whispered, putting a hand over her mouth as he bucked inside.
Karen gasped from the feel of his thick member tunneling into her. When he was inside, touching and spreading her inner walls, she felt oddly complete. This was the man she was supposed to be with, the one who pleasured her like no other ever could. They belonged together, and it was never more apparent than when they were making love.
Derrick held onto Karen while he thrust into her, pressing her back against the wall so hard that she feared it might give way and send them both toppling out of the plane. The excitement of doing something this naughty and forbidden only added to the euphoric bliss that coursed through her. It was like every cell was on high alert, soaking in the maximum amount of sensation that the body would allow.
The sound of the door handle being tugged on made Karen's breath hitch. Derrick's response was to pick up the pace, his hand gently cupping over Karen's mouth to muffle the sounds of her pleasure.
“Quiet now, love. You don't want them to hear us, do you?” he whispered into her ear, ramming his manhood up into her as if his actions demanded the opposite of his words.
Karen bit her bottom lip, whimpering softly into Derrick's palm as his cock continued ravaging her, hammering out her pleasure. When the orgasm hit, it was like all the air was sucked out of the cabin. She couldn't breath and she saw stars, melting against the wall as warmth filled her nether region and spread to her extremities.
Derrick stilled against her, and a new warmth filled her, dripping down her thighs as he pulled out. His cock was still rigid. She gazed down at the glistening tip and blushed, watching as he stroked out the last few dribbles of semen.
My mouth was agape when I got to the bottom of the manuscript. As I had requested, Dominick let me read as he wrote it, sending me an email each afternoon with the updated copy. Sometimes, I wasn't sure if that had been such a good idea. The things he wrote made me blush. In fact, I still couldn't believe he could conjure up such crude thoughts about me. It was absolutely embarrassing.
While our sex life was good, it wasn't anywhere near as adventurous as what he wrote in his books. Sex in his novels took place in the most random public places. Aside from the mile high club scene, there was a sex scene in a park, one behind a bar, and one in an elevator. I wasn't sure if I'd ever be brave enough to do something like that in real life.
I turned off my computer and rolled out of bed to go find Dominick in his office. This was our agreement. He would let me read his book as he wrote it, but I would have to give him feedback. It was easier said than done. I knew nothing about how romance should be written. All I had to go off of was his previous novel, which had been about my sister. Both novels were incredibly personal. I was scared of saying something wrong, afraid to hurt his feelings. These weren't just random words of fiction. Everything he wrote was tied into how he thought and felt. It was a lot harder to give feedback knowing that.
I stood in the doorway of his office, smirking when he didn't even look up at me. It had taken me a while to learn that he wasn't ignoring me; he was just so engrossed in his work that he usually didn't realize I was there.
“Dom,” I said gently.
“Hm?” For a moment, he seemed startled, but then he smiled, that smile that warmed my heart and let me know he enjoyed my presence. “Did you finish it?”
“Mhm.”
“And?”
I shifted my weight, thinking about the inappropriate things he had written. “It was good, I think.”
“Good.” He nodded, his fingers quickly going back to work.
“Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“These things you write . . . Are they things you want to do with me?”
His grin was lecherous. “What if they are?”
“They're so perverted and . . . risky. Do you find me boring?”
He swiveled around to face me, outstretching his hands. I stepped forward, taking them, looking toward the floor and trying to keep the warmth invading my cheeks from turning into a full-on blush.
“Of course I don't find you boring,” he told me while pulling me onto his lap. “The things I write are fantasy.”
“But if they're fantasy, then that means they're things you want to do.”
“A lot of people have fantasies they'd never actually carry out.”
“A lot of people. I'm not asking about a lot of people though. I'm asking about you.”
Dominick affectionately kissed the side of my head, though it did little to make me feel more secure. “Well, as of yet, I haven't had many opportunities to take advantage of you in public. Aside from picking you up from school and taking you grocery shopping, we really don't go out much. That's mainly my fault though. I have a deadline to meet, so it's hard for me to drag myself away from the computer. Things will be different when we go to California this weekend though.”
If I hadn't been blushing before, I definitely was now. California. It had been in the forefront of my mind since Dominick had asked me to go with him. Would he molest me on the plane, as he had in his book? Part of me hoped so, but another part of me was terrified at the prospect. Planes weren't very comfortable, and I tended to get motion sickness while on them. I'm sure he wouldn't want to write that into his book.
“Are you excited about the trip?” he asked, noticing that I was starting to space out.
“Mhm. I suppose. We're not going to be gone for very long, and you'll be doing work stuff most of the time, but it will be nice to go somewhere with you.”
“I know it's not the vacation you'd hoped for.”
“You never promised me a vacation, just that you'd take me with you.” I smiled at him, kissing him on the nose, which made him scrunch up his face in the most adorable way.
“You should probably think about packing. We're leaving in two days.”
“I know. I've always been a last minute packer though, and I've never forgotten anything.”
“If you say so.”
We stared at each other awkwardly for a moment before he spoke again, “As much as I'd love to keep you as a lap warmer, I have a deadline to make. Besides, it's getting late. To bed with you, Kimlet.”
I still cringed a little inside when he called me Kimlet, but I had learned to accept it as a part of us that would never die, no matter how much I wanted it to. Dominick must have seen me as a woman, otherwise he wouldn't be sleeping with me. Why he was so resistant to let go of the pet name he'd given me as a child, I'll never know, but I decided not to nag him about it. For as much as I hated the name, it did have a sense of nostalgia to it.
I retreated to my room, a little disappointed that he hadn't gotten aggressive. Dominick ran hot and cold, and sex only seemed to happen on a whim. Like he had written in his book, he reminded me of a predator, waiting to pounce on me until I least expected it. Even if I wasn't in the mood at the time, it didn't take long for him to warm me up. There was something about his touch that was absolutely magical. Just knowing he wanted me was enough to light a primal fire deep inside my core.
It seemed like the days dragged before our trip. I wasn't sure why I was so anxious to be going with Dominick. We were together all the time as it was. This vacation wouldn't be much different than being at home. I would just be doing my homework in a hotel room while he was gone on business. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if it was even worth me going. There probably wouldn't be much time for sightseeing, and the last thing I wanted was to be stuck inside a hotel room. Maybe there wouldn't even be time for sex. I scowled at the thought.
Friday came, and the butterflies in my stomach swirled maniacally as Dominick picked me up from school, and we drove to the airport. I wasn't sure if I was more nervous about the flight or him. All that was playing through my mind was the airplane scene I had read from his novel. Would he follow me if I went to the lavatory? Was he thinking all of those wicked thoughts about me?
As soon as we boarded the plane, I caught myself staring at Dominick in my peripheral vision, watching his eyes. It wasn't long before he took out his ereader and began reading, making me sigh internally in relief. Out of all of his fantasies, this was the one I wanted to experience the least. There was just too much that could go wrong. What if the flight had turbulence while we were having sex and one of us got injured? What if someone managed to open the lavatory door and found us? What if someone really had to use the bathroom, and they ended up getting a bladder infection because we were selfishly doing the nasty for too long? I was such a worry wart sometimes.
To ensure that fantasy never became reality, I laid off the liquids until we reached California. If Dominick had any thoughts of perversion, they didn't show. The plane touched down without incident, and we picked up our bags and headed to the limo.
I continued to watch Dominick, even in the limo. This wouldn't be such a bad place to have sex. It was kind of private. The only person who would see us would be the limo driver. That wouldn't be so embarrassing. Sex didn't seem to be in the plans though, and I was beginning to wonder why I cared so much about it.
In truth, even though Dominick had told me he didn't think I was boring, I still felt boring. I pretty much lived monotonously. Every morning I'd get up, make breakfast, head to school, have lunch with my friends, get picked up by Dominick, go home, fix dinner, eat, clean, do my homework, and if I was lucky, Dominick would advance on me, and we'd have some wild and kinky sex. Sex with Dominick was literally the highlight of my life, and if it wasn't for him initiating, it would never happen. He must get bored having to always be the one to start things. Or maybe he thought that I didn't really want it. Grrr. Why was I thinking about this?
We pulled up in front of the W Hollywood Hotel. It looked cheesy from the outside, with seven-story high movie posters plastered on the sides of the building, but once we walked through the double doors, I gasped at how extravagant it seemed. The color scheme was royalty red and white, with a spiral staircase encircling a plush seating area. It had a very red carpet feel to it. Then again, I suppose that was the point.
Dominick glanced at me. “I know. It's not where I would have chosen, but this is where they decided to put us up at.”
“Are they paying for it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, thank God. It probably costs a fortune to stay here.”
“It does. At least, the room we're staying in does.”
When we went up the stairs and he opened the door, I could see why. The room was absolutely expansive and gorgeous, richly furnished to the point that it put Dominick's condo to shame. While the bed was only big enough for two, the seating area looked like it was built for a party. A charcoal serpentine sofa wrapped around a black ottoman, and across from the sofa was even more seating in the form of small black leather square chairs.
“Are we expecting company?” I asked.
“Who knows? Probably not.” Dominick didn't look impressed at all. If anything, he seemed annoyed, sighing towards the sofa.
“This place is incredible,” I said in awe, stepping up to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over Hollywood. It felt like I could see the entire city. The lights of hundreds of homes and businesses glittered like stars fallen from the heavens. There was something magical about it.
“I'm glad you like it,” Dominick responded dryly, but I knew he was being sincere.
“You don't?” I turned to him.
“It's a little over the top. As long as I have a roof over my head, I'm happy.” He opened up the mini-fridge and took out a beer.
I practically skipped to his side, looking at the contents with a squeal. “I've only seen stuff like this in movies.”
“I'm glad you're amused.” Dominick smirked at me as he closed the door and twisted the top off of his beer.
“I am. So amused,” I replied, grabbing a bag of chips from the Munchie Box and tearing it open. “So, what's on the agenda tonight?”
“We just got off a plane, and you're already ready to do something?”
“Well, yeah. We're only going to be here for two nights, and tomorrow you're going to be busy.”
“Plane rides kill me. I'm not much in the mood to drive around, to be honest. But, if you're hungry, we could always go downstairs and grab something to eat.”
“I'd hope you'd feed me. That scone we got from first class has already gone through me, and I don't really want to make dinner out of the stuff in the Munchie Box.”
“Dinner it is then.” He took a sip of his beer. “Do you want to freshen up first?”
“Do I not look fresh?” I sniffed at my clothes, wondering if I smelled.
Dominick laughed. “You look fine. I just figured you'd want to change, since that's what girls usually do.”
“Women.”
“Huh?”
“That's what women usually do.”
“Well, if you're not going to change, then I guess that still makes you a girl.” He mussed up my hair as he walked around me to the sitting area. Inside, I seethed. Why did he have to treat me like such a child at times? It made me feel so insecure. Surely, he knew that by now. We had discussed it in the past, after all.
“I guess I should get freshened up then,” I grumbled, setting the bag of chips down on the counter and heading to the bedroom to change.
After rummaging through my suitcase for a while, I found the red dress I had brought with me. It was a hot little number, maybe even a bit too sexy. I quickly undressed and slipped it over my head, admiring myself in the mirror. The dress itself was skin tight, a mix of red polyester covering all of my naughty bits and black lace across my stomach and down one arm. The sleeves were long but the dress itself was so short that it barely concealed my ass. There was no way Dominick couldn't see me as an adult in it.
Satisfied with the dress, I went to fight my curly brown hair into submission. I had always hated my hair, but somehow the dress made it look better. A pair of black pumps and some makeup later, and I was ready for a night out.
The entire ensemble was planned as a surprise for Dominick. I was going to wear it on our last night in California, but since he had decided to make those comments about me being a girl, I figured that now was better than any other time to prove to him that I was a woman.
“I'm ready,” I announced as I strode into the living room like a rock star.
Dominick was busy reading again. When he turned to look at me, his expression was dull at first. Then he did a double take, and life sprang into his eyes.
“When did you get that?” he asked.
I couldn't contain the smirk that threatened to curl my lips. “When you told me you wanted me to come to California with you,” I confessed, plopping down beside him and then internally chastising myself at how not graceful it had been.
“Are you sure you want to go out?” Dominick poked at the lace on my side, making me giggle and slap at his hand.
Yes, this is exactly what I wanted. Want me. Suffer. I should definitely get some tonight.
“I didn't get all dressed up just for you to ogle me,” I told him.
“I should hope not. I have more than ogling in mind.”
“I thought you didn't want to do anything after a plane ride.”
He quirked a brow. “I think you should know by now that I'm perfectly capable of doing things after plane rides.”
“That's not what you said earlier.” I stood, taking his hand and playfully tugging on it. “Get up, lazy bones. You said you were going to feed me. Maybe if you're a good boy, you'll get some special dessert.”
“I better get to feeding you, then.”
Dominick grabbed his wallet, and we headed downstairs. On the whole elevator ride down, I felt absolutely devilish. Maybe it was the dress or the excitement of being somewhere new, but all my senses were alight. I stayed close to Dominick's side, rubbing against him softly, trying to provoke him to be naughty. He didn't seem to be getting the clue though. Instead of ravaging me in the elevator, he simply gave me a lecherous grin.
I pouted to myself as we reached the first floor, and the elevator door opened. Maybe he's not as kinky as he makes himself out to be in his books. Or maybe he's afraid of how I'll react. Men are so dense sometimes.
We walked outside onto Station Hollywood, an outdoor oasis for drinks and dining. There was a bar to one side that served a large seating area with lush patio furniture in stylish gray and black. Fire pits and candles provided soft lighting, adding a cozy feel to the unique ambiance.
It seemed like as soon as we stepped outside, all of my confidence melted into paranoia. Was I dressed too scantily? Did I look too cheap for the hotel and restaurant? Was Dominick embarrassed to be seen with me? The woman inside of me retreated, and the child whom Dominick so loved to tease came out to cling to him with the insecurities of inexperience. He looked professional and wealthy in one of his business suits, and I looked like the hooker on his arm. By the time we sat down together on one of the black wicker patio sofas, I just wanted to disappear.
“Are you alright?” he asked, giving me a quizzical look.
“Alcohol. I need alcohol.”
“A woman after my own heart. I can't drink too much tonight though. Business tomorrow and everything. I suppose that doesn't stop you though.” He grinned down at me.
A waitress came by to hand us menus. She glanced at my outfit with distaste before turning her attention to Dominick. The look she gave him made tendrils of jealousy rage through me. I could see a twinkle of want in her eyes. Why wouldn't she want him though? He looked as handsome as ever, poised and perfect, with that charming smile.
“Let's start with two waters, and when you come back, we should know what we want to order,” he told her.
I glared at the back of her head as she returned to the bar.
“Are you sure you're alright?” Dominick asked.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I guess I'm just nervous. I've never been anywhere like this before. I don't know if I overdressed or under-dressed.”
“Well, this place should be turning into a club pretty soon, so I'd say you look just fine.”
“A club?”
“Something like that. There will be DJs playing a bit later.”
“Oh.” That did help to make me feel a little better.
“These prices are ridiculous,” he grumbled.
“Says the rich guy.” I picked up my menu and glanced over it. The prices were a little high, but nothing too unusual for the area, I thought. California was generally more expensive than Arizona. “Do you want to eat somewhere else?”
“No. I wasn't looking at the food. I was looking at the bottles of liquor. A bottle of Absolut is $325 here. I could buy one at the liquor store for around $30.”
“Well, they sell bottle service, not just the bottle.”
Dominick huffed. “Still, that's outrageous. $325 for a bottle of liquor, some mixers, and someone to ice it and pour it all for you.”
“Well, imagine how much a whole bottle worth of alcoholic drinks would cost you if you ordered them individually here. Considering that the mixed drinks are $15 a piece, that could add up pretty quickly.”
“I suppose you're right.”
“Why are we talking about this anyway? It's not like we could drink an entire bottle between the two of us. Besides, we have liquor upstairs.”
“I know. I was just making conversation.”
“You were complaining.” I frowned at him. “This is a vacation, try to have a little fun.”
“It's not a vacation. It's a business trip.”
“Well, it's a vacation for me.”
“What do you want to drink?”
“Since you complained about the price, I should order the most expensive drink on the menu, a La Dolce Vida.”
He gave me a sarcastic look. “Bell pepper, cilantro, and pineapple juice. Sounds like a vomit inducing combination to me. By all means, order it. I'll hold your hair back while you're puking later tonight.”
I glanced at the menu again. Now that he mentioned it, the drink didn't sound very good. While I'm not one to knock something before I try it, I couldn't fathom spending $24 on something I probably wouldn't like.
“Now, if you really want me to spend some money, I could get us a bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Rosé.”
“I get stupid when I drink wine.” I wrinkled my nose, remembering all the embarrassing things I'd said to Dominick when I got drunk around him the first time.
“I rather enjoy you when you drink wine.” He smirked.
“That's not the most expensive thing on the menu,” I quickly changed the subject. “If you really wanted to spend like a boss, you'd get the Remy Martin Louis XIII.”
“That's bottle service again,” he reminded me. “That's why it's so expensive.”
“I've never had cognac before, I don't think.”
“You're not missing much.”
“Are you ready to order?” the waitress asked as she walked up and gave Dominick a winning smile.
“I'll have a Moulin Rouge,” he replied.
“And I'll have a Cucumber Cooler.” I did my best to seem polite, though on the inside I was burning her alive with my laser vision of death.
“Any food for you guys?” she asked.
“Let me have the short rib quesadilla, and we'll split some truffle cheese fries,” Dominick told her.
“And for you?” She looked at me, all warmth fading from her eyes.
“I'll just have the Delphine cheeseburger.”
“I'll have that right out.”
The afternoon air was cool, and I found myself cuddling up to Dominick to keep warm. He seemed to be enjoying the ambiance too much to pay attention to me. His eyes were everywhere and nowhere, staring out toward the street, taking in the scenery. I could feel his body relaxing next to mine, and I was happy that he was beginning to enjoy himself.
Our drinks came, and I quickly took a few gulps of mine. The mix of cucumber and mint was rather delicious, and I ended up chugging the beverage down before Dominick was even halfway done with his.
“Whoa now, cowgirl, don't get ahead of yourself.” He smirked, giving my knee a gentle squeeze.
“This is my vacation, remember?” I eyed him seriously.
“Have it your way. If I have to carry you upstairs though, you're getting a spanking.”
“I think I'd like your spankings,” I purred against him.
“Is that so?” His eyes grew dark, locking onto mine with intense desire.
I could feel my heart skip a beat as his gaze fell to my lips. He leaned in ever so slightly, and my eyes grew hooded in anticipation.
“Here's your food,” the waitress said, completely ruining the moment.
I found myself stabbing her to death inside my mind as she slid our plates onto the small black wicker table in front of us.
“I'll have another one,” I grumbled, practically thrusting my glass into her hand.
The food was decent. Nothing to brag about. While we ate, I tried to decide if I wanted to stay and drink more or go upstairs and get down to business. For some reason, the night had become a personal challenge to show Dominick that I wasn't some shy little violet. Alcohol would make me braver, more willing to do the insane sexual things he wrote about.
By the time we were both done eating, I was finishing Cucumber Cooler number three and Dominick had just reached the bottom of his first Moulin Rouge. Already, the alcohol was swirling around inside of me, making me feel warm and randy. I pressed myself against Dominick's side, pretending to be cold, to which he responded by taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. He was ever the gentleman, but I was craving a different kind of warmth, preferably some skin on skin contact.
“We should do some of the stuff in your books,” I blurted out, a bit tired of him missing the obvious hints I was throwing at him.
“Should we?” he asked, annoying me with his perfect disposition.
“You should drink more.”
“Should I?” He grinned. “Did you already forget that I have business to attend to tomorrow? Perhaps you should drink less.”
“Vacation,” I growled playfully, nipping at his shoulder.
The tables around us had begun to fill up, but in those moments, the only two people in the world were Dominick and I. My bravery was at an all-time high. I wanted to do naughty things, nasty horrible things in front of all of these strangers. And I wanted to drink more. Definitely drink more. This new-found bravery was exciting to me, and I didn't want it to wane with my buzz.
“Another,” I called to the waitress as she passed us to go serve another table. She gave me an acknowledging nod.
He's mine, you bitch. He's all mine and I'm going to do all sorts of bad things to him right here in front of you.
My hand slid onto Dominick's knee, crawling up his thigh, longing to feel the bulge beneath his slacks. It wasn't hard yet, but it would be with a bit of persuasion. Unfortunately, my ascent was stopped by Dominick placing his hand firmly on top of mine.
“Are you sure that's a good idea?” he asked.
“It's the best idea I've had all night.”
“I'm cutting you off after this one.”
“Vacation.” I bit his shoulder, leaving a lipstick stain behind.
Dominick winced as if I had hurt him. “You're not being very ladylike.”
“And you're not being very fun.”
“People are watching.” He glanced up.
If there were people watching, I couldn't see them.
“I thought you liked for people to watch,” I purred into his ear. “At least you make it seem like it in your stories.”
“They're fantasies, Kimlet, nothing more.”
The pet name made all the blood rush straight to my head. He knew what calling me that did to me. Was he purposely trying to cock block me . . . or pussy block me . . . or whatever you call it when a guy stops a girl from getting what she wants. I wanted to huff in frustration, but I wasn't about to give up. My body was on horny overdrive, and I was going to take it from him if he wasn't willing to give it.
“You want dessert, right?” I asked, pulling my hand away from him before placing it further up his thigh, my pinky finger practically pressing against his groin. Dominick tensed, looking around uncomfortably.
“Of course I want dessert, but not here.”
“Let's go back to the room, then.”
“Here comes your drink.”
The waitress placed it in front of me, glancing at where my hand was on Dominick's inner thigh. If there was any question in her mind what our relationship was, she had her answer now. He's mine. Stop looking at him. I smirked up at her, hoping to see some hint of jealousy. Her eyes were lifeless as she asked Dominick if he wanted something else and then moved on to serve the other customers. Disappointing. Oh well.
“You should have ordered another one. It will loosen you up a bit,” I told him, removing my hand from his lap to grasp my glass and take a long swallow.
The Cucumber Cooler tasted like heaven on my tongue. A grin crossed my lips as I thought of another cucumber I wanted. What was wrong with me? Maybe I shouldn't have drunk so much after all. It was making me stupid again.
“I'm already loosened up,” he said, watching me as I chugged down the rest of the drink.
“Alright. Done.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then internally cringed at how uncouth it looked.
Yeah, I'd definitely had enough. While I was still brave and horny, I was starting to forget myself. The last thing Dominick needed was for me to embarrass him.
We waited in awkward silence for the bill, and then I clung to his side as we walked back into the hotel, partially because I needed help walking and partially because I was feeling possessive. It seemed like every woman in the room was looking at him. Then again, the men were looking at me. He didn't seem jealous at all, keeping his eyes forward as we walked.
Thankfully, when we reached the elevator, we were the only people going up. As soon as we stepped inside, I grabbed the front of Dominick's pants, working to pull his zipper down.
“What are you doing?” He gave me a disapproving look.
“Making your fantasies a reality,” I told him, trying to be sexy, though the effort fell flat. If anything, I sounded like a slurring drunk.
“We're not going to fuck in the elevator,” he whispered to me as the door began to close.
“Why not?” I pouted.
“Because we don't have enough time.”
“But there was enough time in your book.”
“That was a fantasy. This is reality. Time doesn't move as slowly in reality.”
“Well, there should at least be enough time for a blow job.” I reached into his pants and wrapped my hand around his flaccid cock.
I had never given Dominick oral before. He'd never asked for it, and I'd always been too shy to go for it. Now though, there was nothing stopping me. My inhibitions were gone, my mind was in adventure mode, and my mouth was craving something flesh flavored and hard.
Dominick tensed, pressing himself back against the wall. “We can't do that here.”
“Why not?” I ignored him, pulling his length out of his pants and giving it a few strokes. His skin felt like velvet beneath my fingertips, and for all of his words, his body was making it clear that he enjoyed my touch.
“Someone else might step into the elevator.”
“We're going up. No one else is going to step into the elevator,” I tried to reassure him, moving back so that I could kneel.
Almost the second my knee bent, the elevator lurched to a stop. Damn. He had been right. The elevator ride had been too short for anything fun.
Dominick grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against him. That's when I noticed the couple standing on the other side of the door. They gave him and I a quizzical look as they stepped into the elevator, then turned to ignore us and pressed a button for the next floor up.
My heart was beating faster than the hooves of a thousand horses. Dominick's cock was still out of his pants, pressing hard against me, hidden by my body. Now fun was melting into terror at the thought of being caught. What would happen if they found out what we were doing? Would they report us? Would we get kicked out of the hotel? If we did, it would be all my fault.
The elevator door closed, and I stood as stiff as a corpse against Dominick as it continued its ascent to the next floor. For as fast as the elevator moved, it felt like it took forever just going up one story. Dominick smiled at the couple as they exited the elevator, and we waited for the door to close again. Almost as soon as it did, he was pushing me away and shoving his dick back into his pants before zipping up.
“I warned you that was going to happen,” he grumbled.
“I didn't think. I'm sorry.”
“It's fine. You can make it up to me when we get back to the room.”
“How can I make it up to you?” I looked at him, completely confused.
“You know,” he replied, and suddenly everything was alright again.
Dominick wasn't angry. We hadn't gotten caught. And everything was going to be okay. To top it off, I was still going to get laid. Yay me!
When we reached our floor, there was a skip in my step. Sure, I had completely blundered with the elevator. Perhaps some things were better left to the pages of novels. But sex was our reality, and it was going to happen regardless if it took place in an elevator or a bed.
As soon as we got inside our room, I began to shed my dress like a snake sheds its skin. Dominick watched me with an ear to ear grin. When I was down to my underwear and pumps, I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed together, kissing viciously. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him to me, being as sloppy and aggressive as I dared. All I wanted was fucking. Good, hard, carnal fucking.
I clawed at the buttons on Dominick's shirt in frustration, silently cursing them for being so damn difficult. My drunk fingers were far from deft, and the buttons were being more than a little resistant, as if their very existence was put in place to deny me the feel of his naked skin.
“Hate this shirt,” I growled, wanting to bite at the buttons and chew them off.
For some reason, I felt very bitey. Mmm flesh. Yes, I would definitely have to sink my teeth into Dominick. What would the movie director think if he showed up tomorrow with bruises all over his neck?
Realizing that I was struggling, Dominick sat up to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. I moaned softly as inch after inch of muscular pale flesh was revealed to me. He looked absolutely delicious and devourable, a sexy dish designed for my enjoyment.
“I'm thirsty,” he said as he tossed his shirt to the side.
“Thirsty for sex?” I teased.
“Thirsty for liquid refreshment.” Dominick crawled off the side of the bed, making me pout.
“Can't it wait until after?”
“I don't think I'll last until after. I don't think I even have enough liquid in me to sweat.”
“That's not a bad thing.” My eyes followed him longingly as he headed for the door.
“Do you want anything?”
“Just you.” I watched his body move, seeing him as if it was the first time. Every minute movement made a muscle flex somewhere on his body. I wanted to kiss all the lines cut into the surface of his skin and drag my tongue along them.
He disappeared around the door, but my mind lingered on the image of him standing there shirtless. Just the thought of all the naughty things I wanted to do to him caused a needy throbbing between my legs. Soon, he would be moving on top of me, pounding out his pleasure, the friction driving me absolutely wild.
It took everything in me to be patient, but I laid there, letting the cool air pet over my heated skin. The bed was amazingly comfortable beneath me, and I found myself snuggling down into the pillow, allowing my body to relax. My eyes grew heavy as the minutes passed on, and the carnal fire inside of me began dying down into a smoldering ember. It wouldn't take much contact for the flames to ignite again, but other parts of me seemed to be shutting down as well. I watched the door, waiting, trying to keep my eyes open. Lying down was making me sleepy, but I knew I had to stay awake. Dominick would be returning soon, and then we would tear that bed up like it had never been fucked on before. Of course, I was sure it had been fucked on before. An expensive hotel room like this was made for fucking in. We'd do it up right though, put everyone who came before us to shame. My mind drifted to all the crazy sex that had probably happened in the room. Starlets and prostitutes and business men. Maybe we couldn't outdo them. And if we did, we'd never really know.
Thoughts turned into dreams, my body losing the battle of consciousness. Before I knew it, I was opening my eyes to darkness, my head spinning with an excruciating headache. I patted the side of the bed, searching for Dominick, but he was nowhere to be found. Then I looked at the clock on the bedside table and groaned. It was six in the morning, and I was wide awake with a hangover. At least, I hadn't vomited on myself this time.
Very carefully, I rolled out of bed, pulled on a nightshirt, and tiptoed into the living room where I found Dominick curled up on the serpentine sofa, snoring away. He had stripped down to his boxers, but the curve of his body on the sofa looked uncomfortable. For a few moments, I thought about waking him and making him come to bed with me, but then I decided to leave him be. I knew he had a big day and could probably use all the sleep he could get.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, I grabbed a bottled water from the refrigerator and returned to bed for a long morning of miserable tossing and turning. My body was being stubborn. For as much as I wanted to go back to sleep, it just wasn't happening. At least closing my eyes made the spinning stop, so I simply laid there in silence, waiting for the sun to come up and wake Dominick.
Thankfully, he was an early riser. About two hours later, I heard the sound of his footsteps. I opened my eyes and groaned when he entered the room.
“I didn't get my dessert,” he commented with a smirk, which only made me feel worse.
Alcohol had yet again turned me into a blubbering blundering idiot. Would I ever be able to drink in his presence without waking up embarrassed the next morning? I was beginning to doubt it. For all of my big words and raunchy actions the night before, I had fallen short on delivery. Surely, Dominick had been less than happy when he'd returned to the bedroom and found me passed out. I really didn't want to think about it.
He stepped into the shower, and I took the opportunity to raid the Munchie Box for some breakfast cookies. There was no way I was going downstairs for breakfast, not with how I was feeling. The world wasn't spinning quite as much, but I still had a headache from hell. Too bad they didn't have a medicine cabinet in the room. It had everything else.
Once Dominick was finished with his shower, we traded places. I smelled like a mix of alcohol and sweat. No wonder he hadn't wanted to sleep with me. By the time I finished my shower and was toweling off, Dominick was already dressed and sitting in the living room, waiting for time to pass before he had to go out and meet with the movie director.
“Feeling better?” he asked, looking up from his ereader.
“All I have left to do is sleep again and the process will be complete,” I replied, sitting down beside him.
“What time did you wake up?”
“Six.”
“Ah. Not feeling too well, are you?”
“No.”
“I told you you should have stopped drinking.”
“And I told you it's my vacation.” I leaned against him.
“It's not much of a vacation if you spend the majority of it hungover.”
“The hangover isn't that bad,” I paused for a moment, feeling embarrassed. “I'm sorry about last night.”
“It's fine.”
“No. I wrote a check with my mouth that my ass couldn't cash.”
“You wrote an IOU that you'll pay off tonight.”
I blushed at his words. “Is that so?”
“Mhm. I tend to get frisky after business meetings.”
“Is that so?” A lecherous grin spread across me lips.
“That is so.” He stood, leaning down to kiss me on top of the head. “Behave yourself today. I have no idea how long this meeting will last, but it shouldn't be too long.”
“You're leaving already?”
“Yes. The limo will be here to pick me up at ten.”
“Alright.” I tried not to pout.
“Don't look so sad. You knew I had business to attend to. Don't you have homework to do?”
“It's not ideal to do homework with a hangover,” I grumbled.
“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you tied one on last night.”
“Vacation.” I scowled, tired of listening to him trying to be fatherly. I found him least attractive when he acted this way.
“Responsibility,” he replied, looking at me nonchalantly before grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.
The day was boring. When I wasn't lying in bed or watching TV, I was staring out the floor to ceiling windows in the sitting area, watching as people went about their daily business, searching the crowd below for movie stars. Part of me wanted to go explore, but the other part of me was too afraid to leave the hotel room. It was strange thinking about how insecure I was without Dominick or my sister around. Perhaps it was because I was in an unfamiliar place. Maybe it was because I didn't have any money to really do anything. I wasn't sure, but I wished I was more adventurous.
Eventually, I was able to go to sleep, and when I awoke at two o'clock, my hangover was pretty much gone. Then it was back to being bored and looking for something to do. I had hoped Dominick would return in time for us to get some sightseeing in, but by three o'clock, I realized that probably wouldn't happen. A bit depressed, I finally sat down to do my homework. When that was done, I raided the Munchie Box again and then went to stare out the window some more. Perhaps I could see Dominick when the limo dropped him off.
There was a lip against the wall where the space had been carved out to accommodate the serpentine sofa. Out of extreme boredom, I decided to turn the television onto a music channel and climb up onto the lip to dance in front of the window, wondering if anyone down below could see me. At that point, I didn't really care. I was just looking for anything to do to keep me occupied, and dancing around in front of all of Hollywood seemed entertaining enough.
I couldn't even hear the sound of the door opening over the music, and I didn't see Dominick's reflection in the window until he was right behind me wrapping his arms around me. When his hands touched my sides, I jumped, startled, but as soon as I realized it was him, my body instantly relaxed. He leaned in to kiss my neck, and I craned it, allowing him easy access. It was no joke that he was frisky after meetings. I could feel his erection through his slacks pressing against my nightshirt.
“What are you doing, silly girl?” he purred into my ear.
“Being silly,” I replied, grabbing his hands and moving them up my body.
It was a dangerous move to make in front of the glass, overlooking the world. My mind was still in not-giving-a-fuck mode though, and his mind was obviously far beyond that.
Dominick's hands groped my breasts, eliciting a moan from my throat as his fingers roughly needed into my soft flesh. Then they traveled down, pushing under my shirt to touch my skin.
A man walking below glanced up toward the window. Whether he could see us or not, I couldn't really tell, but it suddenly made me feel very self-conscious. I spun around to face Dominick. He took a step forward, causing me to press my body back against the glass.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom, stud,” I teased him, tugging on his tie.
“I rather like it right here.”
“Someone might see.”
“Let them see.”
“I thought you didn't want that.”
“And I thought you did want that. At least, that's what you seemed to want last night,” he said before craning his head to attack my neck with kisses. While his touch aroused me, my mind kept going back to the man who had looked up. What if he could see us?
“I was a lot braver last night,” I confessed.
“Maybe you'd like another drink.”
“I thought you said I shouldn't drink anymore.”
“And I thought you said this was your vacation.”
His hands were persistent, gripping at the bottom of my nightgown and pulling it up over my head. I didn't want to seem childish, so I went along with it, lifting my arms, so he could take it off, though I felt embarrassed knowing that everyone on the street could see my naked back. They were about to see a whole lot more of me if Dominick had his way.
“I'd rather take this to the bedroom,” I told him, wrapping my arms over my breasts in paranoia.
Dominick sighed, “You're only going to live once, Kim. So what if they see us? What are they going to do?”
I shrugged. “I don't know. Report us?”
“To who? We're in the privacy of our own room.”
“But they can see us on the street.”
“Only if they look up, and not very well. I thought you wanted to be more adventurous.”
His words stung, for some reason. I did want to be more adventurous, but perhaps it would be better if I was eased into it. The alcohol was gone from my system, and with it the bravery I needed to do crazy stuff like this.
Dominick grabbed my wrists, pulling them away from my chest. My body instinctively gave resistance as confusion took over.
“What are you doing?” I asked, a bit annoyed.
He raised my arms above my head, and when he started to turn me around to face the window, I began to panic.
“Dominick, no,” I told him, trying to be stern.
For as much as I struggled though, he was stronger. Before I knew it, he had me pressed against the window, my breasts and body making a fleshy display for all the world to see. I closed my eyes, partially afraid of the height and partially scared that someone below was staring up at me, seeing me in that shameful state.
Dominick's breath was hot against my ear, whispering, the full weight of his body pressed against mine, keeping me in place, “You belong to me, and this is what I want to do, so we're going to do it. I told you that you wrote me an IOU last night. This is how you're going to pay it. Don't you want to please me?”
For as frightened and nervous as I was, his deep husky voice didn't fail to send electric currents throughout my body, striking at all of my most sensitive erogenous zones. He held me in place until my breathing steadied and I stopped struggling, then he pulled me away from the glass and into his arms, wrapping them around me and cupping my breasts to fondle them in front of the window.
I looked down below, and there was no one staring back up at us. It was like we were invisible, several stories above the street traffic. My body relaxed, and I felt a rush of relief course through me. I could do this.
Dominick wrapped an arm around my chest, pulling me back against him while his other hand greedily dug into my underwear. As his fingers sought entry between my pussy lips, I blushed and moaned. Soon, my breathing was ragged, and the window was no longer an enemy. All I could think about was my own pleasure as he worked the tiny bundle of nerves that would eventually send me plummeting over the edge.
“That's better,” he said.
“Mhm,” I replied absentmindedly, holding onto his arm as if was the only thing keeping me standing.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?”
“Yes, Dominick.”
“You used my full name. I like that,” he purred, sending a shiver down my spine.
His hand withdrew from my panties, leaving me wanting more.
“Turn around,” he told me, and as I did, I watched him lick his fingers, though he hadn't dug deep enough to get to the wetness further below. “Take off your underwear and get on your knees.”
My heart rate elevated as I dropped my panties to the floor. It felt strange being naked in front of the window, as if each layer of clothing I shed made me more ashamed of my body. There was nothing to be ashamed of, really. It was only the exposure getting to my head.
I knelt down in front of Dominick and waited, unsure of what was going to happen next. He let his jacket slip over his shoulders and threw it onto the sofa, then he grabbed the zipper of his slacks. The bulge of his erection was so prominent that I could almost see its perfect outline. He pulled down the zipper, and his cock sprang out, thick and eager. When he stepped forward, I knew what he wanted, and my cheeks brightened in embarrassment. All the confidence I had the night before had definitely disappeared.
“I don't know how,” I said sheepishly, avoiding looking at his manhood, even though I loved every inch of it.
“That wasn't going to stop you last night.”
“Last night I was being stupid.”
“Last night you were being sexy.”
His words only made my blush deepen. I had thought I was being a complete asshat, clumsy and careless and slutty. Apparently, it wasn't all bad though.
“What do I do?” I asked, feeling like an idiot as I turned back to face him.
“As long as you don't use teeth, I don't care what you do. I'm kind of curious what you'll do without direction.”
I frowned at him. “Don't you want me to do it right?”
“Do you even want to do it?” He gave me a quizzical look.
I thought for a moment. This was already getting a bit awkward. Things would have gone a lot better if I had gotten to blow him last night. Still, I hated the idea of being a disappointment.
I shifted my weight, reaching up to wrap my hand around the base of his cock. My nose wrinkled as I bent forward. Cautiously, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it across the tip, then I looked up at Dominick for approval. He wasn't impressed.
“If you don't want to do it, you don't have to,” he told me.
“No. It's not that. I'm just really clueless,” I sighed.
“How about this? Just open your mouth and try to keep your teeth out of the way.”
“Alright,” I replied hesitantly.
My mouth opened to receive him, and I tried to steady myself as best I could. The position made me feel weird, like a baby bird waiting to be fed by its mother. Except for instead of getting worms, I was about to get a big cock to swallow—an oversized worm.
Dominick inched forward, looking every bit as unsure as I felt. I couldn't help but wonder if there had ever been a more awkward blow job in the history of blow jobs. We should have definitely waited until I was drunk again.
His glans brushed against my bottom lip, smooth and warm. I tried to stare straight forward, focusing on my breathing and keeping my mouth open as he rubbed his tip around my lips as if it was a fat lipstick. The thought made me want to giggle, but I was far too nervous to giggle. Instead, I sat there as still as a statue, waiting for him to put it inside. After a few minutes of teasing himself with my lips, he did slide it into my mouth. My tongue tasted him pushing toward the back of my throat, and I almost immediately wanted to gag, but I refrained.
“Now suck,” he told me.
My lips closed around him softly, feeling the velvet of his skin and the bulging veins beneath. He tasted like flesh and salt. Very slowly, he began pumping his hips back and forth, pulsing in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep the pressure gentle, afraid I would hurt him if I sucked too hard. Apparently, I wasn't doing a bad job, because he closed his eyes and groaned. The sound resonated throughout his body, traveling through his cock into me, making me feel pleasure from the act as well. My eyes grew hooded and I began to relax, falling into the rhythm of sucking him off, getting braver by the moment. I varied the pressure of my lips and the intensity of the sucking. Then I threw some tongue action in, pressing my tongue against his phallus as it rocked in my mouth, tracing the veins on the underside, flicking out at the tip. Most of what I did seemed to drive Dominick wild. Soon, he had me pressed up against the glass, invading my mouth with aggressive vigor. My jaw began to hurt, and I wondered how much more I could handle. To add to the discomfort, I had retreated as far as I could go. It wasn't until I gagged that he finally backed off, pulling his manhood out of my mouth and allowing me to breath. By that time, I felt half-suffocated. My jaw ached and all I could taste was his pre-seed, warm and salty.
“Sorry. I got a bit carried away,” he confessed, rubbing the back of his head as he watched me pant for breath.
“It's fine,” I replied, just happy I had pleased him, though I quickly decided blow jobs were only going to be a special-occasion thing.
Before I even had a chance to recover, he was turning me around on my hands and knees, and I could hear the sound of a condom wrapper being torn in the background. My eyes drifted to the street below, and I was relieved to see that no one had stopped to watch us. There wasn't much time to look around before I felt his tip pressing between my pussy lips. The urgency with which he bucked into me was enough to make me gasp. I dug my fingers into the floor, bracing myself as he began thrusting. If someone looked up at the window now, all they would see was my breasts swaying back and forth and my face contorted in pleasure.
My body had missed Dominick's cock more than I had realized. When he was inside of me, everything else disappeared. It was just the two of us, flowing into each other, connecting perfectly.
I leaned forward on my elbows, sticking my ass up. The position was bit cramped due to the lip around the window barely being big enough for two bodies, but we made do. I pressed my cheek against the cool glass window, trying to diffuse some of the heat coursing through the rest of my body. In that moment, I didn't care how stupid or not sexy I looked. All that mattered was getting off, and I could tell that Dominick was gearing up for the final countdown.
He picked up the pace, and the friction built to an unbearable level. I brought my hand up to tweak one of my nipples, giving my body the last push it needed to crumble completely. As the contractions rolled through me, I heard Dominick groan, his breath hitching as he tensed inside of me. A content grin spread across my face, thinking about how we had come at the same time.
Dominick pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty but fulfilled, and I maintained my position, letting my head fall in between my arms but keeping my ass in the air. The cool air on my overheated pussy felt exquisite, and I figured that Dominick probably enjoyed the view. Men are visual creatures, after all.
A hard slap across my ass made me yelp, and I looked back at Dominick to see him smirking, his cock hanging out of his pants half-hard, the condom filled with semen.
“Get dressed,” he said, pulling it off.
“I want cuddles,” I complained, crawling onto all fours.
“I'll cuddle you tonight. We have a dinner to attend in a little less than two hours.”
“We?” I stood up. There was still no one watching us when I glanced out the window.
“Yes. The director wants to take me out to dinner tonight. I told him I brought a guest.”
“Didn't you spend all day together?”
The thought of meeting an important movie director was exciting, the thought of getting to leave the hotel even more so. But I had no idea how to react around business people, and I was afraid I would screw things up.
“That was business. This is pleasure.” Dominick jumped off the edge of the lip and tossed the condom in the trash before he headed to the bathroom to clean up.
I pulled on my underwear and slid down onto the sofa, wondering what I should wear. The only nice thing I had brought was the red dress, if you'd call that nice. It probably wouldn't be appropriate for a meeting with someone important. I frowned, wishing I had done a better job of packing.
“I have nothing to wear,” I told Dominick when he emerged from the bathroom. By looking at him, you'd never know he had just had sex. He looked perfect, as usual.
“Wear what you wore last night.”
“It smells like vomit.”
“But you didn't throw up.”
“No, but it still smells like I drank a gallon of booze and sweated it out.”
“Well, I don't think we have enough time to go buy you another dress. Do you have a nice pair of jeans and a blouse?”
I nodded. “Are you sure that's going to be alright?”
“It's going to have to be.”
I frowned. “Blegh. I'll feel so out of place. Maybe you should go without me.”
He gave me a sardonic look. “Go get dressed.”
“Fine,” I huffed, practically stomping to the bedroom.
My mood only depreciated the more I looked through my suitcase. Why hadn't I planned better? In truth, it wasn't really my fault. I hadn't thought I'd get invited out to something important like this. If I embarrassed Dominick with my appearance, he only had himself to blame. Instead of having hot steamy window sex, we should have been out shopping for something appropriate for me to wear. It was poor time management on his part.
I settled for my best pair of black jeans, a gray tank top, and a blue sweater. That was about as business casual as I could piece together. As long as it got me through the restaurant door, that was all that mattered. I pulled my hair up into a high pony tail, dabbed on a bit of concealer to hide my raccoon eyes, and jumped out into the circular opening in the sitting area.
“Ta-da!” I said, holding my arms out like a spectacle, drawing Dominick's attention away from his ereader. “How do I look?”
He didn't seem impressed, though he nodded approvingly. “That will do.”
“Good, because it's all I've got.” I flopped down onto the sofa beside him and cuddled up against his side.
Now that the sex was over, he didn't seem the least bit interested in me. We simply sat there in silence, waiting for time to pass until we went downstairs to the limo.
“Do you have any pointers for me?” I asked him when we were in the elevator.
“What do you mean?”
“About how to act around these people. I assume they're important.”
“They are important, but you have nothing to worry about. As I said before, this isn't a business meeting. It's entirely casual, so just try to be yourself and have fun.”
“That's easy for you to say. I'm not used to meeting people like this.”
“People like what?” He smirked.
“Important people. Famous people.”
“I doubt you'll even recognize who he is.”
“Still, he is famous, right? A famous director.”
“I'm famous too, but you act casual around me.”
“You're different though. You're Dom. I grew up with you.”
“The point, Kimlet, is that all famous people are just normal people. You don't need to kiss his ass because he's famous.”
“But you do, because he's making your book into a movie, right?”
“Not really. There is no financial arrangement between us. He just wanted my creative input on the direction of the movie. Technically, he doesn't have to take my advice at all. It's simply a courtesy.”
“Oh.” I was a bit confused. “So, was this meeting even necessary then?”
“If I care any about how my book will be translated, then yes, it is a necessity, on my part.”
“I'll never understand this stuff.” I frowned.
“It's a good thing you don't have to then.” He mussed up my hair as we stepped out of the elevator, and I growled, thinking of how hard it had been to smooth out the top of my hair when I pulled it into a pony tail. It was probably all frizzy now, thanks to his carelessness. Oh well, it was too late to worry about it.
We drove a few blocks down the street and stopped in front of a building called Musso & Frank's Grill. When I saw it from the outside, I relaxed. It didn't look stuffy at all, with an old Hollywood style sign that made it seem more like a tourist attraction than a high end restaurant. Maybe I wasn't overdressed after all. As we entered the building, however, it was all business suits and dresses. I scowled at my jeans, though no one else seemed to pay much notice to how I was dressed.
The place was small and packed. There were booths to the left filled with dining customers and a bar to the right with not a stool unoccupied. Everyone else was crammed together at the front of the establishment, which I could only assume was the waiting area, though there were no chairs to sit in.
A man waved Dominick over, and I stayed on his heels as we joined up with our party. The man looked unfamiliar to me, and while I couldn't hear his last name, I did get that his first name was Nick. His wife was considerably younger, with long dark hair and a gorgeous complexion. Just being in their presence made me feel somehow inferior.
I stayed close to Dominick like a shadow, avoiding conversation. Nick and his wife weren't paying much attention to me anyway. Dominick seemed to be talking enough for the both of us, but I could tell that he felt every bit as awkward as I did.
After about twenty minutes of standing around, we were finally led to our table, which was square in the middle of the room. The waiter rushed to pull out Nick's wife's chair. Whether he had planned to pull mine out or not, I didn't wait to find out. Once we were away from the entrance, the volume dulled to a more manageable level. I still couldn't hear everything they were saying, but I caught more of the conversation than I had before.
“Is this your wife?” Nick asked Dominick. His lips curled into a charming smile under his salt and pepper mustache. The hair on his head was completely white, and I could only guess that he was in his early sixties.
I blushed at the question, waiting for Dominick's response.
He glanced at me before telling them that I was a family friend. That hurt. After all the fucking we had done, shouldn't I have at least earned the title of girlfriend? It made me question what our relationship actually was, and for the rest of the evening, I found myself sulking and stewing over it.
Nick's wife, who I learned was named Heather, tried to engage me in conversation. I was polite, but I could tell just by looking at her that we had nothing in common. For the most part, I sat in silence, picking at my food and wishing I was somewhere else.
Sometime during the middle of dinner, Dominick placed his hand on my thigh. I knew the gesture was supposed to be comforting, but I was mad at him, and the last thing I wanted was for him to touch me. Nonchalantly, I pushed his hand away, shifting my weight at the same time so it wouldn't be noticeable. If he was offended, I couldn't tell. He simply continued talking and smiling as if nothing had happened at all.
I was never happier than when the meal was over, and we were walking outside to the limo. Nick asked if we'd like to come back to his house for cocktails, and I was relieved when Dominick politely declined, telling him that we had an early flight the next morning.
We waved our goodbyes, and I watched Dominick smile fakely at the couple before we headed into the limo. He played the part of the professional very well. They probably couldn't tell that half of his sentiments were forced.
“Well, now you can say you've met a movie star,” Dominick said with a sigh.
“I can?” I settled into the seat across from him.
“Yes. Heather has been in quite a few movies.”
“Oh. I thought she was a model.”
“She is rather beautiful, isn't she?”
That comment only made me seethe more. He was really striking out.
I gave Dominick the cold shoulder for the rest of the night, and he didn't even seem to notice. As I watched him read on the serpentine sofa, part of me wanted to rip his ereader out of his hands, throw it across the room, and engage him in a conversation about what our relationship was. The rational part of me though decided to take a shower and go to bed. Sleeping was easier said than done after my mid-morning nap, so I ended up just laying there until Dominick joined me.
I closed my eyes and listened to him undress, my body coming to life from the sound of rustling clothing. It pissed me off that I wanted him. We'd already had sex that day, and I still wanted him, despite my discontent. When he slid into bed and wrapped his arms around me, I tensed. I wanted him, but I didn't want him to touch me. It didn't make sense at all. Sometimes I hated the way my brain and body worked against each other.
Apparently, he wasn't tired either, because gentle hugging soon turned into him pressing against me. I could feel his firm erection jabbing into my backside, followed by the soft touch of his lips on my shoulder. My clit throbbed in approval, but my heart was slamming on the breaks.
“I'm tired,” I lied, just wanting to be left alone.
“You had all day to sleep,” he said, his mouth moving up to kiss and suck on my earlobe.
“I didn't sleep all day.” I turned my head, pulling away from him.
Dominick sat up, looking over at me. “Are you alright?”
“I'm fine. Why?”
“You've been acting weird since dinner.”
“I'm just tired.”
“Too tired for sex?” He poked at my back.
“You're insatiable.”
“I thought you liked that about me.”
“Not when I'm tired,” I groaned, burying my head in my pillow.
“You're no fun.”
“Then leave me at home next time.”
“Hey.” He grabbed my shoulder, pulling me around to face him. “What's wrong? Talk to me.”
Damn. Why did he know me so well? It was obvious I was in a pissy mood. There was no hiding it. This didn't feel like the right time to discuss our relationship though. If we argued, there was really nowhere for me to escape, and I'd feel bad if Dominick ended up sleeping on the serpentine sofa again, like I had ruined his business trip.
“You think Heather is pretty,” I said with a pout, trading in the real issue for something that was more easily settled.
“Of course I think she's pretty,” he replied, which only made me feel worse. Maybe this wasn't a better conversation to have after all. “Are you jealous?”
“You want her.”
“I want a lot of women I won't ever have, just as I'm sure you like a lot of men that you won't ever have. It's natural to be attracted to beautiful things.”
“What if she wanted you back?”
“She's married. I wouldn't go there.”
“It's funny how you don't factor me into the equation at all. And you wonder why you're not getting laid tonight.” I grabbed his pillow and threw it at him, overwhelmed by anger and jealousy and a dozen other raw negative emotions I couldn't place. “Go sleep on the couch.”
He furrowed his brow at me and reached out a hand to rub my back, which I quickly slapped away. My harsh actions made him recoil, and he took hold of his pillow before standing up and turning to me.
“If you have issues with me finding other women attractive, then I suppose it's good we sleep in separate rooms at home. My sofa isn't particularly comfortable,” he sighed. “You have a lot to learn about men and relationships, Kimlet.”
“Go away,” I grumbled into my pillow and then listened to his footsteps retreating out of the room.
Then I cried. Cried and cried and cried as quietly as possible into the pillow. I had done exactly what I told myself I wouldn't do. Even worse, I had turned a wonderful vacation into a nightmare. No. Not me. He had done it with his thoughtless comments. Of course, I didn't want him looking at other women. That was only natural. Or, if he was going to do it, I didn't want him to admit it to me. But, I supposed it didn't matter anyway since I was just a family friend. Sure, we fucked, but there was no title to our relationship. How could he make me feel so low? In the matter of one afternoon, I had been reduced from lover to booty call, and apparently he was still on the lookout for something better.