I smile at him. Again, his eyes have not left mine since I’ve begun talking. Let’s not mistake this for anything but a man being kind and having a conversation. Thank you inner voice.
“Exquisite,” he murmurs under his breath before running his hand through his hair again. He crosses an arm over his chest and stacks his other arm on top it if, resting his chin in his hand. “You’ve already said thank you. And for the job, well, don’t get too excited. It’s pretty boring around my office. But you’ll get to work downtown in a big building. Lots of sights to see around the city. Maybe Kyra could pull herself away from her parties to take you out one afternoon.”
I nod and feel that now is an appropriate time to excuse myself, because the longer I am right here, the moon light flooding the counter through the window behind him, a wanton romance sweeping through the kitchen, the harder it becomes to shake off this blooming infatuation I have for him.
“Thank you for dinner, thank you for the wine,” I slide my glass across the counter to him. “I better get to bed. I’d like to do some reading before I get too sleepy.”
I stand and it takes me a moment to steady myself on these impossibly gorgeous high-heels and I take a step towards the stair well before turning on my heel to face him again. “I don’t exactly remember the way to the room I’m in though.”
He laughs. Oh, his laugh! Warm and soft, it makes me blush.
“What room did Kyra put you in?”
He walks to me and I realize he’s going to walk me to my room. I can feel the warmth blooming in my panties, the goosebumps spread across my arms and my nipples stiffen.
“Um, I don’t know?” I shrug slightly then say, “Marie put my things in a room with a bookshelf and a fireplace, if that helps?”
He laughs again. That laugh. Stop laughing right now Mr. Bolling or I will melt onto this floor right now! The heat my body is radiating is intense.
“They all pretty much look that way. Are you near my room?” Shit, he knows I’ve been in his room because I used his shower. I can feel a bead of sweat form on my lower back. I inhale silently, releasing my breath in a controlled manner to get a hold of myself.
“Yeah, about using your shower, I’m sorry about that. Kyra insisted,” I look down at my toes peering out of the tops of the high heels. Before I can say another word, I feel his hand on my elbow and I lift my gaze to meet his. He smiles gently.
“It’s nothing to be sorry for. Now, let’s find your room,” and he winks at me, though he doesn’t smile. I have the urge to squeeze my thighs together to relieve this insanely overwhelming pressure that is pounding inside of me, trying to escape. I trail after him, inhaling to burn his scent into my nose. He takes me right to the room and I learn that I am indeed one small hallway away from his bedroom.
“I feel silly that I didn’t know,” I say in a small voice, standing outside the bedroom door.
“Why? It’s your first day here. Unless you’ve got a map, it’s perfectly normal to get turned around.”
He’s reassuring and warm and oh so sexy. This is not helping my cause.
“Kyra is on the third floor, so if you need anything it’s this stairwell here,” he motions to one off the hall where we are, “and it’s the second door on the right.”
I nod, trying to commit these details to my memory.
“Breakfast is at 7:30am. If you want anything special, tell Marie tomorrow and she’ll get it. Goodnight, Elizabeth.”
He disappears around the smooth curve of the white hallway wall and I can hear in the not so far distance his doors open and then close.
I walk into my room and immediately fumble with the lock on the door. Lock. Make sure it’s locked! My inner voice knows what my inner thighs are feeling and the lock is very important right now.
I flip the switch near the fire place and flames immediately appear, dancing wildly behind the glass. I reach up and find the zipper at the top of my dress and drag it down slowly. I let it drop to my feet as I step out. I think I’ll keep the heels on.
I sit on one of the overstuffed leather chairs, the lights in the room off. The flames illuminate my lithe legs and I let my hand wander under my panties and part myself. Oh Owen, I pant to myself, strumming gently across my swollen clit. Tenderly I proceed to touch myself, imagining his smile across the dark kitchen, the smell of his soap still on my skin. I imagine us under the rain shower together, the water soaking our writhing bodies as our mouths are inseparable. We pant into one another and his strong hands ravage me before I hop into him, my legs wrapped around him, his hands holding my bare ass as he lowers me onto his sex. Biting my lip, I find my release in less than a minute. Oh my.
Overcoming this is going to be so hard.
I stand up, heady from my powerful orgasm, my time with Owen and the wine, too perhaps. Stepping out of the impossibly gorgeous and extremely comfortable high heels, I grab my book from the shelf where Marie has tucked it neatly away and head to the bathroom. I have my own bathroom. This is the first time in my entire life that I have had a bathroom just to myself. I start the bath and fill it with lilac scented soap that rests on the counter top. My panties are wet and sticky and I pull them off and rinse them in the sink before sliding into the bathtub.
Hot water caresses me everywhere. Finally, I can sigh loudly, now in the privacy of my own little suite, I don’t have to stifle my feelings. My inner voice doesn’t allow me to enjoy the bath. No. Instead she tells me that I must shake off this madness. He is Kyra’s father. He is not interested in you. I slip below the surface of the water to try and drown out that pesky inner voice.
Though I know she’s right.