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My eyes trailed over the room once more, then found the man. He stood behind my chair, holding it out for me, resting his hand on the top. I took a few steps toward him as he reached out, taking my hand in his.
“Are you ready?” he grinned.
“What?” I choked, withdrawing my hand.
He chuckled, “For dinner, Isabelle.”
“Oh,” I sighed, “yes, I am starving actually.”
“Me too,” he muttered.
I could tell his gaze was raking over my body. For once, I was relaxed with his eyes on me. Normally something would happen to make me tense up but at this very moment, knowing I would be somewhat free tomorrow, I was happy. Once he settled my chair under the table, he placed a napkin in my lap then took a seat next to me. Tilting my head ever so slightly, I watched him get comfortable as he never took his eyes off me.
“Why are you sitting next to me?”
“I’m sorry?” he questioned.
“Usually when you see a table this long,” I explained, “the people sit at opposite ends.”
Smirking, he lifted his hand, signaling for his staff to approach from the edges of the room. They had been so still before that I did not notice them until now.
“You watch too many movies,” he teased as one of his staff poured us both glasses of red wine.
The moment they left the room, the atmosphere changed. Leaning back in his seat, he propped his elbow on the arm rest, studying me. He seemed more relaxed as well. I silently attempted to control my breathing but started to become nervous. Smirking, he leaned forward, lifting his wine glass into the air and gesturing to me. I reciprocated, holding mine in front of me.
“From lust, to trust, and then to us,” he smiled, lightly tapping his glass on mine.
What a strange toast that was. Surely, I was reading into it. But when there's wine, I would probably drink no matter what the toast is about. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, the staff delivered the food to the table, arranging it in front of us.
They took their posts near the doors, but the man had another plan. Raising his hand once again, he signaled for them to exit the room, leaving us to dine in privacy. I studied the setting in front of me, trying to get familiar with the food and utensils before I attempted to put anything close to my face.
He initiated general conversation with me throughout the meal, but nothing was discussed further about the earlier encounter. I tried to remain agreeable throughout, becoming slightly nervous when my nose caught the scent of his cologne traveling through the air. When we were finished, he placed his hand on top of mine, silently assisting me out of my chair.
Taking my hand in his, he led me through the house to a bedroom. Closing the door behind us, he pulled me into his body, snaking his arms around my waist. I was having trouble standing the minute he touched me, feeling like I would lose my balance and faint any second. It was in that moment, that I knew I would fail miserably when it finally came time to give myself to him.
He tilted forward, resting his lips next to my ear, whispering, “I wish I could have you now.”
Swallowing hard, I attempted to hide my emotions as his words penetrated the depths of my soul. I found myself unable to rid my fixation on the way he smelled, spoke, and touched me. Before I could gain confidence to back away, he cupped my face in his hands, pressing lips to mine. His kiss was small and soft, but effective on my body. Without warning he peeled himself away, his breathing shallow.
Slightly protesting, I nervously exhaled, “You're just going to stop?”
He trailed his fingers over my shoulder, brushing the hair off my neck. “I want you to want it, without me taking it,” he murmured.
I sighed, averting my eyes to the floor.
“I believe you'll be ready sooner than you think,” he smirked as he took my hand, guiding me back to my bedroom.
I took a long, hot bath, but as I soaked, all I could think about was him. I did not realize it, but I had started to quietly massage the inside of my thighs with my eyes closed. I imagined his lips as I moved my other hand up to my smooth slit. Running my middle finger up the soft middle, I found my button. I massaged my sweet spot until I erupted intensely. Moaning incredibly loud, I hoped he was unable to hear me. I laid in the water for a while to regain my sanity before I went to bed.
Morning came too soon. I was convincing myself this was a good thing. No more lace veil. Sir had slipped out of the house early for work today, so I did not get to tell him goodbye before we left for the city. I was informed though, that I would see him again Friday. Remembering that I still had his number in my phone, I sat in the back seat, hovering my finger over his number. Pressing thePowerbutton, I slid the phone into my bag and folded my hands over it. He made sure that I knew I could still call and text him any time I wanted, aside from my check in times.
Before I had time to think much more, time had passed, and we had arrived at my new apartment. It was in the same building as my old apartment, but on the highest floor. He had moved me into the penthouse.
I stood frozen in the living room, peering around at the size. I was soaking it all in, unsure what to think right now. I had two security guards in my residence, one of who was in charge. None of my furniture had arrived yet, so I slipped on my running clothes. I walked into the living room, looking at the men as they curiously watched me.
“Do you guys have any running attire?”
Joseph, my lead bodyguard, nodded without speaking.
