We arrived in Los Angeles around dinner time, and I brought Jenna to my penthouse first thing so that we could rest and change before we went out to my favorite restaurant, a little Italian place that was nothing expensive or fancy but had the best food in the city.

I watched Jenna’s face as we reached the top of my building, the elevator opening directly into the penthouse. That place was massive, all one floor, with wide floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto the city. She stood there for a long moment, looking out, drinking in the view with awe on her face.

“It’s beautiful,” she breathed. It was getting dark outside, and the streetlights had just flickered on. The whole city looked like it was lit by fairy lights, bright white and sparkling hundreds of feet below. I couldn’t look out the window, though. I wasn’t taking in the view myself, but looking at Jenna, my heart doing a flip in my chest. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, even prettier than the skyline of the city I loved.

“I want to get changed before dinner,” she said. “Do you mind?”

“Can I watch you?” I asked her. She gave me a shy smile.

“Okay,” she said, and I led her across the apartment to my bedroom, where the curtains were closed over the massive windows. I sat down on the edge of the bed while Jenna stood in front of me, unbuttoning her dress to her waist. She pulled it off of her shoulders to reveal a lacy white bra, through which I could see a clear outline of her hard, pink nipples. She pulled the dress down over her hips and stepped out of it so that she was in just her bra and panties in front of me.

“Come here,” I said, wrapping my hand around her waist and pulling her over. “I want to do the rest.”

She smiled at me, lowering her face to kiss me as I reached around her to unclasp her bra. My fingers stroked her spine up and down before I pulled the bra off and over her shoulders to reveal her breasts fully to me. I tilted my face up to kiss each one, tracing her nipples with my tongue before pulling away. I put my hands on her hips, hooking her panty line with my fingers and pulling them down. I leaned forward and nuzzled below her bellybutton, planting a kiss there before looking up at her.

“What time is our reservation?” she asked. I looked at the clock over her shoulder.

“In about twenty minutes.”

“Looks like this is going to have to wait,” she said. I kissed her again, a little lower, brushing my lips just over her clit.

“Okay, baby,” I said, pulling away from her, watching as she changed into a little black dress with a matching set of lingerie underneath it. I wanted to rip it all off of her and take her to bed again. I suddenly wasn’t hungry for anything but her pussy.

“Wanna skip dinner?” I asked her as we were about to leave the penthouse. She shook her head, looking amused as we headed down to the first floor.

We walked to the restaurant, which was only a few blocks from my building. On the way there, Jenna held my hand, lacing our fingers while we walked. Just being with her felt natural and perfect, holding her hand enough to make me desire her all over again. By the time we got to the restaurant, I had to linger outside to kiss her, holding her close and tasting her mouth before we went inside. We were seated at a table outside in the quaint little garden where the restaurant grew their own vegetables. There were flowers, too, blossoming in every corner.

“So, you’re going to show me your office?” she asked after we ordered our food and a bottle of wine to share.

“I thought I would,” I said. “Tomorrow morning, if you want.”

“Yes,” she said, and I was glad that she seemed eager to see where I worked. I didn’t want to bore her on this trip—I wanted to show her all of the best parts of the place that I loved the most and called home. “And in the meantime?”

“Tonight?” I asked. “I thought we’d stay in.”

“Yeah?” she asked. “And how are we going to pass the time?”

I grinned at her, leaning over to kiss her lips.

“I’m not done with you today,” I told her. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” she said, taking a sip of her wine. “What else are we going to look at while we’re here?”

“It depends. Are you interested in touristy stuff?”

She seemed to think about it for a minute. “Not really.”

“Good,” I said, relieved at her response. “I’ll take you on my private tour of the city tomorrow.”

“Are there a lot of special places here?” she asked. “You haven’t been here for very long. How do you know the city so well?”

“I went out a lot when I first moved here. Went for walks, explored the city. It’s something that I like to do when I’m on my own to clear my head.”

“Does it work?” she asked.

“Sometimes.”

“And what is it you think about, Travis? What can’t you get out of your head?”

“Work,” I responded. “And now you. Maybe only you from now on.”

She blushed, and the look was so sweet that it spread warmth and light throughout my body. We finished dinner and walked back to my place, eager to get back and into the bedroom. We spent the rest of the night locked together, making as much noise as we wanted to now that we were alone. The sound of Jenna moaning was the sexiest thing I had ever heard, and the harder I fucked her the louder it got. I made my mind up to make her scream and the entire night I spent dedicated to it until she was spent and had fallen asleep on my chest, breathing evenly.

The next morning, we headed to my office after breakfast. It was a massive skyscraper, one of the tallest buildings in Los Angeles, and my own office was at the very top. I showed Jenna through the building, stopping on the first floor to show her the café and the architecture, which was regal and elegant. We went upstairs to my office, about to go inside when I was stopped by Arthur.

“Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said. “But I really need you to do something for me immediately.”

“What is it?”

“Just some reports to sign. It’ll only take a few minutes. I have to get to a meeting.”

I sighed, shooting a glance at Jenna.

“It’s okay,” she said. Arthur was in such a hurry that he didn’t even greet her, and I apologized for his rudeness.

“Can you hang out a minute here with Scarlet?” I asked her. She looked over her shoulder at my secretary.

“Sure,” she said.

“I’ll be right back. I just have to run into the meeting and sign a few papers.”

She nodded, though she did look a little put out. I vowed to myself that I would make it up to her later in the day. I hoped to show her such a good time that she would forget about these few moments we were spending apart.

I went into the meeting, dashing inside the conference room to sign the papers. As I was trying to leave, the head of one of the companies that we worked with very closely called me back, pulling me into the meeting so that I couldn’t get away. I kept glancing at the clock, getting more and more nervous as time passed. The meeting was finally over two hours later, and I got up right away without saying goodbye to anybody. I went back out into the lobby to see that Jenna was gone. I walked up to Scarlet.

“Did you see where Jenna went?” I asked her.

“She told me to tell you she was taking a cab back to the penthouse,” said Scarlet. Her voice sounded strained, upset. I looked away from her. I had a history with Scarlet and I knew she probably didn’t appreciate the fact that I had brought another woman to the office.

“Thanks,” I said to her, and left the building. I got in my car and headed in the direction of the penthouse, hoping against hope that there would be a way to make the day up to Jenna.