Liam
It’s Tuesday evening and I am sitting in a chair infront of my desk in my hotel. I am going through my plans for the evening. The past few days have gone on pretty quickly. Aria has been on my mind during the time but I have tried not to get destructed by burying myself in work.
I finish my work for the day and take a sip of the fine Sancerre, delivered from room service by the woman with dark, dark eyes. Trawling through my e-mails and answering where required has been a welcome distraction from thoughts of Aria. And now I’m pleasantly tired. Is it the five hours of work? Memories of the delectable Miss Manroe invade my mind: in my jet, in my house, in my bed, in my bath. And to think it all started here in this hotel, makes it unbelievable. It hasn’t been long but the pretty blonde has really taken over my thoughts. The way she smiles, the way she giggles and the way she throws back her head as she comes moaning my name is all captivating. She is different from all the other women I have been with. Totally different. Incomparable. I am in. awe of her!
I have managed to keep communicating with her, well, because I couldn’t stop thinking of her and I have her contacts with me. She was surprised that I had her contacts, but perhaps she should get used to this because I won’t stop surprising her. There is a lot more in store I can do, that I can give her, if she lets me. Judging by the way she reacted when I gave her the dress, I don’t think she likes being given things, which is very contrary to my plan of spoiling her. This is as also comforting, that she doesn’t want my money but I want to spend my money on her. I wish she could comply and make this easy for me.
MY FEET POUND THE sidewalk on Main Street as I run toward the river. It’s 6:35 in the morning and the sun’s rays are shimmering through the high-rise buildings. The sidewalk trees are newly green with spring leaves; the air is clean, the traffic quiet. I’ve slept well. “O Fortuna” from Orff’s Carmina Burana is blaring in my ears. Today the streets are paved with possibility.
I sent Aria a text asking if she would meet me at my suite tonight. Will she accept? She told me she liked the time we spent together at the lake, and the dinner. She enjoyed spending time with me, and so did I. I want to have that again, and mostly to have her body in my hands again.
It’s too early, far too early for any response, but feeling lighter than I have for weeks, I run past the dork and turn back to the road. I am giving her space, I hope I am not being to demanding. I want to take this slow for us because I want to be careful. We don’t know much about each other, and I think it would be wise to take careful steps other than rushing things. I don’t want to put pressure on her. This is a new territory for me but I have never felt so… alive.
By 7:45, I am in front of my laptop, having showered and ordered breakfast. I e-mail my personal assistant, Brooke to let her know I’ll be ready for the meeting with the land owner at exactly two. I also ask her to reschedule any meetings so that they can take place by phone or videoconference for today and tomorrow. Then I work through my inbox and find among other things a proposal for a joint venture with a shipyard in China. I forward it to to add to the agenda of items we need to discuss.
My last call wraps up at 5:20. Stretching in my chair, I think about how productive I’ve been today. It’s amazing how much more I get done when I’m not in the office. Only a couple of reports to read and I’m finished for the day. As I look out the window at the early-evening sky, my mind strays to a certain blonde.
I wonder how her day at Taste’s Home has been, serving hungry customers in that pretty green apron.
I bet some of them always throw their lustful glances at her but ignores them, maybe she smiles politely and walks away, I don’t know. But she has never given any of them a chance. She saved it for me. I was her first fuck. Damn! That always gets me wearing the huge stupid grin that I have on my face right now. I can’t believe my luck.
Aria texts me saying that she will come to meet me. I sigh out relief and tell her I will be waiting for her in the hotel club. I grin at my phone scream and cheer internally. So I get to meet Aria again, tonight. I hope this goes well.
I order a glass of Sancerre and stand at the bar. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day and look repeatedly at my watch. This feels like a first date, and in a way it is.
I hope she’s not going to be late. I glance toward the entrance of the bar…and my mouth dries. She’s standing on the threshold, and for a second I don’t realize it’s her. She looks exquisite: her hair falls in soft waves to her breast on one side, and on the other it’s pinned back so it’s easier to see her delicate jawline and the gentle curve of her slender neck. She’s wearing high heels and a tight dark purple dress that accentuates her lithe, alluring figure.
Wow.
I step forward to meet her. “You look stunning,” I whisper, and kiss her cheek. Closing my eyes, I savor her scent; she smells heavenly. “A dress, Miss Manroe. I approve.” Diamonds in her ears would complete the ensemble; I must buy her a pair.
Taking her hand, I lead her to a booth. “What would you like to drink?”
I’m rewarded with a knowing smile as she sits down. “I’ll have what you’re having, please.”
“Another glass of the Sancerre,” I tell the waiter, and I slide into the booth, opposite her. “They have an excellent wine cellar here,” I add, and take a moment to look at her. She’s wearing a little makeup. Not too much. And I remember when she first appeared at my door, the make up was a lot and messed up, but her beauty still stood out. She is anything but ordinary. With a little makeup and the right clothes, she’s a goddess.
She shifts in her seat and her eyelashes flutter.
“Are you nervous?” I ask.
“Yes.”
The waiter places Aria wine and two small plates of mixed nuts and olives between us.
“Why is that Aria? Is it the place?” I ask. She has been in this club before, only that I don’t think it was one pleasant moment.
“No, not really. It’s just that I am excited for tonight. I get to see you again,” she responds, making me chuckle.
“Is that so? I am excited too, though a bit more expectant,” I tell her. She gives me a sweet smile and picks on her olives.
“Have you eaten dinner yet?” I ask her and she shakes her head no. Perhaps I should have taken her to a restaurant.
“Don’t mind me, I had late lunch with Liza. I am still full,” she says.
“Liza?” I raise an eyebrow at her. “One of your girlfriends?” I ask, making her laugh
“Come on, Liam. Stop that attitude towards my friends. I already made it clear that all that happened was not their fault. Besides, Liza had come with her boyfriend Mark. That left a Little early,” she says.
“Whatever, Aria! That doesn’t change anything,” I insist, stubbornly and she chuckles.
“I don’t think that there is anything that will ever change your mind. I am not going to convince you otherwise from now on,” she says with a shrug.
“Better,” I mumble and she shakes her head.
“So how was work today?” I ask, trying to bring up a more casual conversation that Aria might be comfortable with.
“Good,” she responds with an indulgent smile. “Mr. Hendricks promoted me to a full time employee like I requested,” she adds.
“That’s good news. You deserve it,” I tell her.
“I love my job, and I would like to work for Mr. Hendricks a little longer before I get another job,” she says.
“He seems to be a good employer if you like to work for him,” I sip from my drink.
“He is really nice. I have always looked up to him as a father,” she tells me.
“How long have you worked for him?”
“A year. I started working at Taste’s Home after moving into my apartment with Liza. She introduced me to him.”
“Oh, your friends seem to be nice after all.”
“They are if you get to know them.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that they ditched you that night,” I say, serious. She rolls her eyes at me and sips on her drink. She places her glass down, licking her lips in a slow totorous manner. That is enough to shoot triggers to my entire body, like a alarm awakening every single cell. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and gaze into her eyes. She looks freaking hot!
“Wanna go up and tour my suite?” I ask, looking for a way of getting out of here so that I can take her where I want her to be, in my bed, panting out of breath. My cock twitches in anticipation.
“Ofcourse,” she replies, a secret smile playing on her lips.
“Good,” I utter, and stand up from my seat. I help her get up and we walk into the elevator.