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I feel good talking to her, and we quickly plan out how we will use the last two weeks in Lisbon.
“By the way, I know you think that our CEO is uptight and all, but he was nice enough to give us the last 3 days of this trip as private paid time off. Be sure you plan something for that.” The next two weeks are fly by with the three of us working hard on our cork leather designs. The Lisbon office is a plush place to work in the downtown area. Jake, Jessica, and I fall into a rhythm of work, eating lunch together and talking through design, style, and finance issues for the new line of handbags.
Jessica, Jake, and Pam have decided to take some guided tours in their last three days. They are traveling to other cities. I have decided to stay put in Lisbon, enjoy the city, and get my work in order. I am of course trying my best to not think of him. Ethan Knight has been an adventure I cannot fully comprehend. We did good to just get back to work after those crazy days. I use the last two days to catch up on my work, emails and organize how I can best be effective when we get back to New York.
On our last day in Portugal, I order some lunch into my room and pack my bag. I freshen up and decide to go out for a walk. I come down to the hotel lobby, realizing how much I will miss living in this luxury. Speaking of luxury, standing there in the lobby in a light blue cotton shirt and blue jeans is Ethan Knight.
“You look like a dream in shades of blue.” I don’t want to waste time with small talk. Our last day in Portugal deserves a sense of directness.
LAST NIGHT IN PORTUGAL
ETHAN
Ihave brought her to the warehouse just outside of Lisbon. It took us a few hours to get here but having her beautiful presence on my side felt light, relaxing, quite amazing.
She comes out of the car as I open the large shutter. “For once, the warehouse is actually a warehouse.” The rooms in this warehouse are filled with corks, cork fabrics hang from the ceiling and even some furniture made from cork materials. There is no central switch to the lighting, so I have to turn the lamps on as we walk through them. I want to share my ideas with her.
“We are planning to turn this into a creative space for the locals to craft different things from cork materials. We are experimenting with corks as a comfortable organic material.”
She is genuinely interested in everything that I have shown her. One of the things that I am coming to love about her is her unquenchable curiosity and love of innovation. We walk over to an area simply lit by soft lamps hanging from the ceiling. On the ground is a white-colored mat made from cork. It would look like any other yoga mat but the difference here is that there are round smooth protrusions emerging from this mat. Her beautiful curiosity surfaces.
“What is this? What are those bumps on the mat for? Why does it smell so divine?”
“This is a state-of-the-art healing mat inspired by nature. Those round bumps coming out of the mat are inspired by mushrooms. We plan to call it theMushroom Mat.Do you know what these bumps on the mat were originally?”
“I have no idea!” She bites into her lower lip annoyed that she does not know.
“Discarded wine corks. Each year when we manufacture corks for wine bottles, we perform a thorough quality check. We lose a significant number of corks which are not deemed perfect for the valuable wine bottles.”
“That is a tragedy. All that cork so carefully collected, just wasted.”
She listens to me with her arms folded, her beautiful head tilted in one direction, her silky hair falling forward. She hears me. She cares about the things I say. She cares about the things I care about.
“We rounded the edges of the corks for the perfect shape.” I look at the swell of her breasts just above her blouse and below her neck. “So, for those discarded corks, we softened them and put them through a boiling process with local flowers and fragrant leaves. They absorb those fragrances.”
“And you have to dry them out again.”
She is quick to learn the process. Beauty and brains.
“Yes, Miss Banner, the hot boiling experience can keep them wet for days,” My eyes fall on her mouth as she licks her lower lip.
“I suppose they are laid out without any covering under the sun?” She presses her tongue between her lips as if trying to stop herself from thinking about unprofessional things. But I am having too much fun with her.
“Yes, Miss Banner, the corks are naked, and remain in heat for at least three days.”
She touches her collarbone nervously.
“If you walk on it, lie down on it, or exercise on it, the heat from your body will release a light fragrance.”
“No way! Mr. Knight,” she comes to me and slaps my elbow. I love her playfulness and my will power chains my urge to grab her by the waist and bite into her lower lip till she shrieks. I manage to hold myself still.
“There is always a way Miss Banner.”
“I need to test that,” she slides off her sandals revealing her beautiful feet. Her red nails speak directly to my balls, and I feel my cock getting harder.
“May I, Mr. Knight?”
“Please feel free Miss Banner, it’s always good to quality check a product.”
