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CHAPTER11
Hunter
The truth is I washoping to take Miranda to a more isolated part of the gardens I’ve been to many times when I’ve attended events at the Hillcrest and wanted a little alone time with a hot babe. There’s a little hidden nook right behind the pool house with a nice sitting area. The pool house would’ve been ideal, but unfortunately, it’s locked at night. I know. I’ve tried many times in the past.
When we came out and I saw that the party had spilled over outdoors, I needed a backup plan quick. In a stroke of genius, Rex’s invitation became my lifeline. I distinctly remember him talking about the multiple private sitting rooms located on the fifth floor.
Damn.During our brief tour of the gardens I could only think of kissing the hell out of Miranda and groping her heavy tits with one hand while I finger-fuck her with the other. As sassy and spirited as she is, she doesn’t come across as an exhibitionist and the last thing I want is to scare her. Heck, who needs the scrutiny of risking being caught while making out outside when I can whisk this sexy lady in red to a more secluded area and have her all to myself?
We walk in silence, hand in hand, as I weave my way through the crowd. From time to time I turn around to make sure she’s able to keep up with my long strides in her high heels and every time I meet her gaze, my cock stiffens. By the time we reach the room that leads to the fifth floor, all my good intentions about taking things slow with this girl go out the window. I want her way too much.
Rex was right. The Brixton is deserted and it doesn’t take me long to spot Viola pacing across the room. When she sees me approaching, a knowing smile reveals she recognizes me. “Mr. Evans?”
“You have a good memory,” I say.
“You’re hard to forget. So it will be you and a guest joining us tonight?” she asks, moving her eyes away from mine.
“Yes, this is my beautiful date for the evening, Miranda.”
“Lucky girl.” Viola smiles at the petite woman clutching my hand. “If I weren’t married, I’d also be vying for your attention.” We all laugh. “Rex apologizes. He’s still in the middle of interviews with the international fashion press. To make up for his absence, he went ahead and reserved one of the sitting rooms for each guest. You’ll have access to the Tower Hill room for the rest of the evening. Each room is stocked with a full assortment of delicious hors d’oeuvres, a variety of tempting desserts, champagne, wine and liquors. Rex made sure that every guest is well taken care of. If there’s anything missing, please let me know.”
“It’s too bad he’s missed his own party, but I understand his desire to want to strike while the iron is hot.”
“The collection is a huge success with the European market, but it always has been. That said, the Russian market is the biggest buyer by far. Monique, one of Rex’s assistants, confirmed they’ve already placed an insane number of orders. Retailers there are going nuts with pre-orders. Since this is their first time attending one of Rex’s shows, we’re all blown away by the response. In other words, this evening is a big success.”
“Sounds like it.” I nod.
“If you’ll follow me, Mr. Evans, I’ll take you and your guest to the elevators.”
Miranda is still holding my hand tight. She hasn’t said a word, but it’s impossible to ignore her presence. We follow Viola through a set of doors. Another beefy bodyguard is standing right in front of the elevators. He presses the button when he sees us and we all wait in silence until the car descends.
Once the doors open, I motion for Miranda to get in first. I step in right behind her. To my great surprise the bouncer follows us. “Phil will take you upstairs to the top floor,” Viola offers as an explanation. “Enjoy your evening.”
I nod to the guy built like a professional wrestler before returning my attention to Viola. “Thank you. I’m sure I will.”
During the ride up, Miranda stands timidly next to me. I look down at her and meet her wide eyes. She’s looking at me like a lost puppy. I tighten my grip on her hand for reassurance. She smiles hesitantly and I can tell she’s out of her depth.
* * *
“Wow. Is this how theother half really lives?” Miranda walks around the Tower Hill room as she takes in the space. I’m leaning against the locked door absentmindedly scouring the room, but my main focus is on her. “Everything is so elegant. The rest of this venue is quite sophisticated, but this”—she stops pacing and turns around to face me—“takes things to the next level. It’s surreal that I get to be up here,” she marvels.
Enough with the small talk.I cut to the chase. “I’ll be honest. I didn’t bring you up here to admire the décor. We could be in a wooden shack right now and I wouldn’t care. The only thing that’s been consuming my mind since you came running to us at the bar has been finding a clever way to have alone time with you.”
“Oh.” She looks away as if my words are too much to handle. I could finesse it a little bit more, but why pretend that I don’t want her badly?
“Goddamn, you look like a sexy vamp in this red dress. I can’t get my eyes off of you.” Even with the dim light, it’s obvious my words cause her to flush. “I can’t believe how lucky I am that out of all of the guys at the party tonight, I’m the one here with you.”
I push myself off the door and walk to a large coffee table in the middle of the room. My phone feels extraordinarily burdensome in my pocket and I slip it out and rest it on the glass top. Miranda picks up on my cue and drops her gold clutch on the velvety charcoal-grey armchair she’s standing next to. I close the gap between us, keeping my eyes fixed on her the whole time. Beneath the surface of her gaze I see something there—I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s something deep. Something tells me few people will ever be lucky enough to witness it. The intensity reflecting in those amber eyes tell me she wants me as much as I want her.
“My God, you surely know how to render a girl speechless.” She tilts her head back.
I take one more step forward and our bodies nearly touch. The proximity causes her chest to heave and the visual only fuels my desire something fierce.
“If you knew all of the dirty, raunchy and downright obscene things that are crossing my mind right now, you’d never speak a word again in your life.”
“Shit.” She exhales.
The longer Miranda stares up at me, the more uncomfortable my cock feels inside my boxer briefs. It’s as if each time she bats her eyelashes, I grow by an inch.
