Ten

Liam
In the kitchen I slip off my jacket and open the wine fridge. A sauvignon blanc would be a good icebreaker. Pulling out a serviceable Pouilly-Fumé, I watch Aria peer through the balcony doors at the view. When she turns and walks toward the kitchen I ask if she’d be happy with the wine I’ve selected.
“I know nothing about wine, Liam. I’m sure it will be fine.” She sounds subdued.
Shit. This isn’t going well. Is she overwhelmed? Is that it?
I pour two glasses and walk to where she stands in the middle of my living room, looking every bit the sacrificial lamb. Gone is the disarming woman. She looks lost.
Like me…
“Here.” I hand her the glass, and she immediately takes a sip, closing her eyes in obvious appreciation of the wine. When she lowers the glass her lips are moist.
Good choice, Liam.
“It’s a very big place you have here,” she says, her voice timid.
“Big?”
“Big.”
“It’s big.” There’s no arguing with that; it is more than ten thousand square feet.
“Do you play?” She looks at the piano.
“Yes.”
“Well?”
“Yes.”
“Of course you do. Is there anything you can’t do well?”
“Yes… a few things.”
Cook.
“Do you want to sit?” I gesture toward the sofa. A brisk nod tells me that she does. Taking her hand, I lead her there, and she sits down, giving me an impish look.
“What’s so amusing?” I ask, as I take a seat beside her.
“Why did you bring me here? I don’t want to sound ungrateful. I really hard a good time with you, but I can’t help but wonder why? I don’t have anything to give you,” she says, looking crestfallen. Is that why she has been looking lost? Why would she even think that I would want anything in return? This is no trade!
“Look, Ariana. You are very delectable woman and I have enjoyed this evening this with you. That’s enough for me. I don’t want anything from you in return. This is not trade,” I tell her but she still looks unconvinced.
“Why don’t you believe me? Is there something you have in mind? What do you want to give me?” I ask her. A shy smile spreads on her face and then she bites her lip.
Oh, Aria! I wouldn’t do that if I were you!
I give her a smoky gaze and she lets go of her lip, leaving it moist and kissable. Oh, damn it! This is even getting hard to resist. I want to kiss her, yes! But I won’t be touching her unless she asks me too. I don’t usually give women I have been with time to make up their minds and want me, but Ariana is not one of them. She is very different, and for some strange unknown reason, I want her to want me. That’s why I am taking all the necessary measures to please her.
“I can’t be sure, Mr Carter. You have everything you could ever want. What could I possibly give you?” she asks, hesitant and apprehensive.
“You no idea, Aria. You have a lot to give. It’s just that you have to first discover it,” I tell her.
“And what would that have to mean, Liam?” she asks, cocking her head to one side. She gives me an indulgent smile.
“Look, when I saw you in that hotel hotel club, I really didn’t want to even come near you. You looked so young, I thought you could even be in highschool! In. that incredibly short red dress you were wearing, who could have known you are almost a college graduate?
When you showed up at my suite’s door, God knows how, it couldn’t have been a mistake. I don’t usually believe in fate or any other supernatural myths but I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since then. For some strange reason I want to spoil you, and make you really happy. I can’t explain it,” I have tell her. She studies me with amused tolerance as I pour out my mind infront of her. Real smooth, Carter! Real smooth…
“So you avoided me because you thought I was underage or something like that?” she inquires from me. I take a sip from my wine and look into her glossy blue eyes. I nod, and she shrieks into giggles.
“Why? Wouldn’t you have taken me out and given me this amazing evening if I was a highschool student or fresher?” she asks me.
“I wouldn’t have avoided you forever, you know. You could have still showed up at my suite and I couldn’t have stopped myself from doing all that I did,” I tell her.
“But you couldn’t have brought me to your house, could you?” she asks me with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know about that. I think I could have taken you back home so that you can study,” I respond, making her laugh. I find myself grinning along.
“Okay, I have to say you are quite a responsible man,” she regards me.
“I try,” I respond. She leans on her hand whose elbow is resting on the couch’s arm. She looks looks beautiful, breathtaking.
“So you live alone?” she asks me.
“Apart from the staff, yes! My grandmother comes over occasionally,” I reply.
“You have a grandmother? That’s sweet. Mine passed away, from both sides. I miss them both,” she says, looking thoughtful for a moment. She’s probably recalling the happy memories.
“Well, she is the only grandparent I got a chance to see. She has been there for me especially after both my parents passed away. I owe her my entire life,” I tell her.
“I am sorry about your parents,” she says, her face turning pitiful.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. They passed away when I was still young. I have learned to live with it. I nolonger find it difficult to talk about it,” I tell her, thought her pitiful face doesn’t decline.
I get up from my seat, place my glass on the table and walk to her. I gaze down, treasuring her flushed face and shining eyes.
“If you want to rest, I have prepared a room for you. I can take you,” I tell her.
“Why, Mr. Carter? Don’t you think it is too early for that?” she inquires, smoky blue eyes goading mine. Oh, Miss Manroe! You intruge me.
“Is that so? I thought you would be tired after today’s activities,” I say.
“Not at all. I am more energized than you can imagine,” she tells me, her voice seductive as hell.
“Okay. What would you like to do before your bedtime?” I ask her, trying to mask my raspy voice.
“I want to do whatever you want to do. Unless it is already your bedtime, Mr. Carter,” she tells me. Wow! She seems to be more challenging than I thought. I l an closer, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
“It’s not even close to it. I have a lot of things I would want to do with you, Aria, but you are making it even harder for me to keep my control,” I whisper into her ear and I watch her cheeks turn a cherry shade of red.
“Why do want to keep your control? I am here! You brought me all this way and you haven’t even touched me,” she says.
Her confidence amazes me. At first, I thought she is a completely innocent shy girl but I guess I underestimated her. The fact that she controls the reaction of my body just with mere words is mind-blowing. There isn’t any woman that’s ever hard such effect on me.
“I want to touch you, so bad! I want to caress and discover every inch of your body but I am not going to lay a finger on you unless you ask me to,” I tell her.
“Do I have to beg?” she asks me, her voice, turning lustful and raspy.
“No, you just have to say it,” I tell her. Her eyes dart from my eyes to my chest. She licks her lips and then looks back into my eyes.
“Kiss me,” she mumbles, her voice almost inaudible.
I watch as her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush with desire. She wants me. I want her. She bites her lip and I can bear it no more. I get the glass from her hand and place it on the table beside mine.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her against my growing erection. Her hands are in my hair and she’s pulling me down to her mouth.
She tastes so good, so sweet, just like I imagined.
She moans into my mouth and it’s like a wake-up call that makes me harder still. I move my hand into her hair, pulling her head back so I can angle my tongue deeper into her mouth. Her tongue wrestles with mine.
Fuck-it’s erotic, raw, intense. I pull back. We are both breathless a tangled.
Leaning forward, I nuzzle her hair and inhale deeply. Her scent and her proximity stir my libido. I want her. I carry her off the couch, with her legs wrapped around my waist. She doesn’t say any more as I carry her away to my bedroom.