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“Yeah. See you later.”
With that, Seth stands and strolls out of the conference room. I watch his every step until he exits the doorway. Maybe the bar isn’t a good idea?
When I walk into the hotel bar, the place is packed. People mill around, socializing. I walk up to the bar and grab a drink before I find a high-top table to sit at. My eyes dart around the room to see if I find anyone I recognize. Who am I kidding? Seth. I’m looking for Seth. Soon after, Jamie, a girl I met earlier, joins me. We chat about the conference and where we work. She does marketing at a different real estate development firm in Illinois.
“Who’s that tall drink of handsome standing over there? The one with the bow tie.”
As soon as she mentions the bow tie, I instantly know who she’s talking about, but my gaze follows hers anyway. “That’s Seth. We work together in the same office. He’s annoying as hell with his know-it-all attitude.” I take a sip of my drink and the next words tumble out of my mouth. “You like the bow tie?”
She bites her bottom lip with her eyes still trained on Seth. “In a room full of ties, he has the confidence to wear a bow tie. A pink one, in fact.” Her eyes come to mine. “That’s sexy as hell. Do you know if he has a girlfriend?”
After what we did at the motel, I hope he’s single. “Far as I know, he’s single.” I reply.
“I think I’ll go see if he wants a drink. Then hopefully later he’ll tie me up using one of those bow ties.” She winks as she sets down her drink and saunters to where Seth is talking to a couple of other guys.
When she reaches the group, she introduces herself with a handshake while the other two guys walk off. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but the way she throws her head back with laughter makes me believe she’s just being over the top because there is no way Seth is that funny. Her hand brushes down his bicep. His eyes wander to where she’s touching him, then he looks to her, a crinkle in the corner of his eyes. A smile graces both their lips. That look has me gripping my glass so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter under my fingertips. I throw back the rest of my drink before I stomp to the bar to get a new one, needing all the alcohol I can get to make it through this night.
Several hours later, I’m back at the table from mingling when the familiar smell of citrus and cedar assaults my nose.
His voice, a whisper across the shell of my ear, sends goosebumps down my arms. “Having fun?” He takes the seat next to me.
I shift my gaze to meet his. Tilting my head, my lips pull into a small smile. “I was until you sat down.”
He releases a small chuckle. We sit in silence for a moment as we each take a sip of our drinks. Don’t ask him. Don’t ask him. “So, where’s Jamie?” Shit. He looks at me quizzically, unsure of who I’m referring to. “The brunette who was groping your arm earlier.”
Recognition covers his face. “Oh, her. Yeah, she really wanted to see what I looked like wearing a bow tie…naked.” Pink flushes his cheeks.
I can’t help the humor in my voice. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. But I told her my bow ties are reserved for only one special woman, so she went on her merry way. I’m sure she’ll find some other unsuspecting victim to hook up with.” His eyes meet mine for a moment, the intensity so strong I’m surprised I don’t combust right in my chair. “But I think I’m going to call it a night. Long day of travel tomorrow.” He sets his drink down and before I can say a word, he’s out the door.
Soon after Seth left, I finished my drink and followed suit. Now, I’m lying in this massive bed all by myself with thoughts of Seth roaming through my mind. I try everything to distract myself from my own thoughts. I turn on the TV but a commercial for glasses comes on and I can’t help but think of Seth and the way his eyes glint behind his black rimmed glasses. Then I try reading my book, but the hero used his neck tie to tie the heroine to the headboard. Then images of Seth’s lean, muscular frame hovering over me as he ties me up using his bow tie flit through my mind. I slam my e-reader to the bed. Maybe I just need to work out some sexual tension. Again. Yeah, that must be it.
My hand dips into the waistband of my sleep pants while my other cups my breast. I pinch my hardened nipple as my fingers massage my clit. I work to find a rhythm as I thrust my finger in and out. But this isn’t what I want. These aren’t the hands I want on my body. Fuck.
Pulling my hand from under the blanket, I drop it onto the bed and sigh in frustration. I know what I want. I just wonder if he’s thinking the same thing.
Nine
Wolf in sheep’s clothing
Seth
The whole evening, I would sneak glances in her direction, hoping she wouldn’t see me. I don’t know what it is about Parisa that has me in knots. She tests my limits on the best of days and yet I can’t get enough. The way she mumbles to herself when she’s frustrated or when she rewards herself on a job well done with a small lollipop. Let me say, it gets hard to concentrate when she wraps her lips around sugary candy and sucks.
Now I’m lying in bed, imagining her in here with me, her lips wrapped around my cock like back at the motel. My dick swells at the memory. Why the hell did we decide to never do that again? That was the stupidest idea ever. I run my hand down my stomach and into my boxer briefs. If I can’t have her, this will have to do. My fingers wrap around my shaft, giving it a firm squeeze before tugging up. I repeat the process and I imagine it’s Parisa’s hand giving me pleasure.
While mid-stroke, a knock forces me to pause. Was that on my door? I hold my breath, waiting for the sound again so I can pinpoint where it’s coming from. Just then, another soft knock sounds and this time I know it’s on my door. I reply that I’ll be there in a minute. Jumping out of bed, I frantically scan the room for my sweatpants. After I tug them on, I peer through the peephole and catch sight of Parisa on the other side, pacing the narrow hallway. With just one look at her I’m biting back the smile on my face while my cock twitches with delight. Let’s see what she wants first before we get overly excited. I turn the handle and open the door a crack.
“Hey, what’s up?”
She stops her pacing and looks up at me with uncertainty etched behind her hazel eyes. Then those hazel eyes drift down as she takes in my cotton covered chest and gray sweatpants before snapping back up to mine. “You know what? Never mind. This is a bad idea. Just forget I stopped by.” She turns on her heel to walk away, but I catch her wrist before she can leave. Her eyes fixate where I’m touching her, but I don’t want to let her go.
“What did you want?” My voice is soft, so I don’t scare her away. When she looks back up at me, I release her wrist. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, contemplating what to say.
“You know how we said that what happens at the motel, stays at the motel?”
“Yeah?”
