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“Sorry to disappoint you,” he says laughing.
Pursing my lips, my head clears and the man sitting across from me comes into focus. Nick is incredibly attractive and it’s been quite a while since I’ve had any desirable male company.
Should I? Why not? The night is already a complete disaster. I know this is probably the liquor talking, but here goes…
“Do you have a room here in the hotel?” I ask, boldly.
Nick’s expression turns serious all of a sudden. He sets his glass down, and for a moment I’m sure he’s going to say no. Tell me he’s married or just trying to make me feel better, which will only make me feel like more of an idiot.
“No,” he says slowly.
Everything in me deflates, but then his hand catches mine, his fingers dragging teasingly across my palm.
“But that can be remedied,” he says to me.
And with that, Nick – a complete stranger who I met less than fifteen minutes ago – stands and grabs the liquor bottle in one hand and holds out his other hand for mine. I grab it and we walk toward the lobby.
The suite he gets is absurdly luxurious considering what we plan on doing in here.
All we really need is a bed.
When was the last time I got to blow off some steam? I can’t even remember. A few years ago, I was in a relationship, but it was nothing serious. It was nice just to come home after work, eat takeout with someone, and have somewhat mediocre sex. Unfortunately, the guy wanted more, and I just didn’t have the time. I still don’t.
Which is why a one-night stand with the man in front of me is so appealing right now.
Alright, maybe the whisky has something to do with it as well…
Nick turns to face me, hands spread. “Wow. Nice room, huh?”
I snort. “It’s great, but… I’m really only concerned with…”
My eyes flick to the left, where the bedroom waits. We’re standing in the living room. Toward the back is a dining area, and to the right, is a fully functional kitchen.
“I have another idea,” Nick admits. The tone he uses tells me thathisidea will trump mine. He has the confidence of a man used to being obeyed.
“Do you now…?” I answer.
Slowly, Nick starts unbuttoning his shirt. I can’t help dropping my eyes to follow his fingers as he does so, revealing a broad chest peppered with dark hair. A tantalizing trail leads down from his navel to the waist of his trousers…
“Come here.”
Without question, I step toward him. Nick takes a long look at my work-appropriate attire: a black pencil skirt with a slit up the back with a cream silk blouse tucked into it. Pearl earrings, my hair up in a bun, and black heels complete the look.
The first thing Nick does is take my hair down. He hums in admiration as it falls over my shoulders.
I never wear it down at work. I’ve always heard that women who wear their hair down in professional settings are rarely taken seriously, and as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve found it to be true.
Holding my breath, I stand perfectly still as Nick tugs the blouse up from the waist of my skirt. I wriggle out of it as he holds the silky material, then tosses it to the side.
His eyes drop hungrily to my breasts, encased in a champagne satin bra.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, gaze locking onto mine.
“I want to forget all about my shitty night,” I answer.
Nick’s eyes darken. He reaches out and, with one hand, unfastens the front of my bra. My nipples immediately harden as his palms cup my breasts. He begins to slowly tease my nipples with his fingers, circling round and round. He looks at me with his gorgeous gray eyes and leans down to kiss my mouth. His tongue slowly finds mine and he tastes like that fabulous whiskey. He continues playing with my nipples and my breathing becomes labored.
With a moan, I lean into him. Nick drops his hands and leads me toward the bathroom. I frown in confusion.
