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“What the fuck am I doing? My God, Amelia. I am so fucking sorry.”
“No.” I screamed. “Do not be fucking sorry for kissing me. It was amazing.”
“You’re drunk. I took advantage. Go to bed, Amelia, please.” He begged, his eyes now full of panic, instead of the lust that had burned there just seconds before.
Suddenly feeling very sober, I turned away from him and walked further down the corridor to my own room. I heard his door close as I walked. Remembering the kiss, I raised my fingers and brushed them across my lips. It had been everything I’d ever dreamed about and more. I thought I would have felt guilt about Vee. That I’d kissed my sister’s husband. But I didn’t. For a moment Henry had come alive again, with his lips fastened on my own. He’d wanted me. He’d been jealous of Aidan and he’d wanted me, and as far as I knew, he wasn’t drunk.
Elated, I pushed open the door of my room, and accidentally slamming it shut behind me, I slumped onto my bed still dressed in my short black dress. I hitched it up around my waist exposing my panties and then I dipped my fingers under the edge of them until I could feel my slick warmth. I was so wet! I thought about what I’d seen at the club and then I thought about my kiss with Henry. In my mind Henry was in one of the rooms at the club and I was there too. He kissed me deeply and then his hand went inside my pants and he strummed my clit. My juices poured for him. I wanted him in me so goddamn badly. I quickly pulled off my panties and threw them off the bed and then I widened my legs apart, returning my fingers to my pussy and my brain to my fantasy. Back in my imagination, I lowered Henry’s pants and removed his boxers and took in the sight of his impressive cock. Then as I laid back against the bed in one of the rooms at Club S, he had lined his cock up against my entrance and thrust inside me. Back in my room, I thrust two fingers inside myself from one hand while my thumb brushed against my clit and I imagined he was fucking me.
“Oh my God, yes. Yes.”
And I came, wave after glorious wave coursing through my body, resulting in me feeling so relaxed I fell asleep with one last thought in my mind.
Could Henry Carter be the one who I actually managed to have sex with?
As the sun streamed through my opened curtains, I woke and almost hissed. Oh my God, my head! I looked down at myself, taking in the dress around my waist and my bare pussy, and I flushed with embarrassment. What on earth was happening to me? Did I have no shame? I looked at my bedside alarm clock - six-fifteen am. My alarm was due to go off in five minutes time. Oh please no. Having decided that a shower, plus coffee, was the answer, I slowly shuffled myself out of bed and padded over to my en-suite where I set the temperature to a pleasant heat and once under the faucet, turned it up even hotter so it soothed my body. I had the jets trained on the back of my neck trying to alleviate the tension that was there every time I thought about the fact that Henry and I had kissed. If I went for my breakfast at this time, there was a large chance I’d see him. Maybe I’d be better staying in my room until the coast was clear? However, once I was out of the shower and dressed, and had towel dried my hair, my need for coffee was huge. I walked down to the kitchen and winced once again as my eyes were assaulted by the sunny day.
Mary turned to me and laughed.
“Looks like someone had a good night?” She poured me a large mug of fresh coffee and handed it to me, first adding a splash of cold water so I could start drinking it immediately. I took a gulp. My mouth wanted to scream hallelujah at the liquid refreshment that was lubricating my throat.
“I went out for dinner with a colleague and we drank rather too much wine. We went onto a club and there he had a membership where drinks were inclusive. Mary, I’ve never drunk so much in my life.”
She chuckled. “And was this colleague handsome?”
“Yes, but he’s not for me.” I scrunched up my nose. I looked around the kitchen. “Henry not up yet?”
“Henry left at six this morning as I was just arriving.” Mary answered, and I knew my face was wracked with disappointment and unease. I’d not expected him to do that, and so I didn’t have a chance to put my game face on.
“His face looked like thunder and when I asked him if everything was alright, he said he needed to be in the office early as he had an appointment with Aidan Hall and needed to prepare for it.”
Oh shit.
“But now I’ve seen your face, I can see there’s obviously something that’s happened that I’m not privy too. Is Henry in any trouble?”
I noted how she had started calling him Henry of late and how Henry hadn’t corrected her. Then I saw she was staring at me and waiting for an answer to her question.
I sighed. A girl needed someone to talk to and Mary was turning out to be a good listener and adviser.
“You aren’t allowed to say anything.”
“My lips are sealed.” Mary mimed the motion of pulling a zip across her mouth, and then her face launched into a look like she had all the inside gossip on the Kardashian/Jenners.
“So the man I went to dinner with last night...”
“Was Aidan Hall?” She interrupted.
“Yes.”
She squealed. “Now it all makes sense. That’s why Henry is so pissed. He’s jealous.”
“I don’t know.” I replied. “But last night when I arrived home, he kissed me.”
Mary’s mouth fell open, “He did?”
I nodded. “Yes, but then he said it was a huge mistake and basically closed his door in my face.”
Mary looked thoughtful. “I should imagine he’s feeling all kinds of guilt, especially as he was married to your sister. He’ll also be wondering what your family would think if they found out.”
