Chapter 3 – Push The Button

(Eve's POV)

“3601? 3611? 3610? Damn card key! Why don’t you have numbers in you?” I groaned, balancing the two drinks on a small tray I held as I exited the elevator.

I bit my bottom lip and looked at the left hallway, hoping it would help me remember what Bethany instructed. It was supposed to be the easiest task, but after Rosie’s call, I got distracted, and the only thing I remembered was bringing the wine to Bob Barclay. This was a test, so I knew I shouldn’t make a mistake. My job was at stake as Bob was as perfectionist as the CEO of Secret Temptation.

“Turn left…” My eyes narrowed as I looked at the long hallway. I shook my head. “No, it must be right.”

I drew in a long breath and made my way to the nearby coffee table, regretting that I didn’t jot down the room number. I gently rested the small tray on the polished surface of the table and picked up the elegant wine glasses, holding them firmly. I had no intention of making the two glasses into many pieces in case I accidentally broke them.

My legs were wobbly, and I was shivering from the cold for different reasons. First, I was anxious about not bringing the wine to Bob, and the second was my dress. Bethany insisted I put on Moira’s gift, ignoring my plea that I could die of hypothermia if I wore the sexy spaghetti strap midi dress.

“Turn left then,” I decided, puffing out air as I advanced toward the end of the hallway. “Bob, here I come,” I mumbled, sipping juuuussst a little from the wine glass, hoping he would not notice.

Holding the two wine glasses in one hand, I used my other hand to swipe the key card.

“Ha!” I beamed and chuckled when I heard the clicking sound of the lock.

Grin curved my lips as I pushed the door with my shoulder to open it wide, mumbling Bethany’s instruction. “Bring these wines to Bob’s room and place it…” I looked around and sighed. “to the… table.”

Which table?  

Side table? Coffee table or his work desk? I squinted, concentrating hard to remember because I was sure Bethany mentioned it before I left the function area. Holding the wine glasses in my two hands again, I advanced toward the bed. It must be the bed’s side table. Why would he need two glasses on his work desk?

I was a foot away from the bed when I heard a quiet squeak of a sliding door. Ready to apologize to Bob, I turned around, but my jaw dropped, and my heart skipped a beat. I thought I had swallowed my tongue, seeing a stranger… a naked stranger before me.

I was one hundred and one percent sure he was not Bob. I saw Bob earlier, and he was gay and sweet, but I never got the chance to talk to him. The man standing before me was tall, devilishly handsome, and sexy. My stunned gaze moved slowly, skimming his beautiful physique to his abdomen. My eyes stopped on his manhood. I licked my lips, my eyes blinking unashamedly and gazing at his massive member with need.

This wasn’t my first time seeing a naked man, but this man was a god, if not an archangel of sin. I gulped and then blinked when I tasted the sweet flavor of wine. When I gazed at the glasses I held, one was empty.

“Oops, sorry,” I gasped, realizing I drank the wine.

“Why do I have to be so lucky?” He smirked, moving closer to me.

I bit my bottom lip, breathing hard as I heard his deep and unmistakable sexy voice for the first time. He was not doing anything to me yet, but the mere sound of his voice and his deep brown eyes slowly traveling down my body made my rosy buds hard.

Suddenly, I was burning with desire, and there was a slick wetness of excitement in my throbbing core. Bethany was right. During those years of being alone, I should have done something, maybe get laid, because, at this point, I was like a walking volcano at its highest alert level, ready to erupt.

Without leaving his gaze on me, he took the glasses and drank the other glass of wine. Like me, he looked confused but thirsty, drinking the last drop of wine before putting it on the side table. He stepped forward, leaving no space between us.

“I…” I forgot my name.

“I know who you are,” he said, lowering his head and covering my open mouth with his.

My eyes fluttered shut as I gave myself up, accepting his kiss. I thought he would grab my arm and pull me to the bed, but instead, he surprised me. He pulled me closer, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me passionately. His mouth was warm and sweet.

I parted my lips, welcoming his tongue and enjoying the little tingles in my body. I didn’t expect to react this way, but I didn’t pull back as I had this unexpected hunger, an insatiable sexual desire that only this stranger could fill. It was probably because no one had kissed and touched me since Marcus died and not even before Isabella was born.

He broke our kiss and grazed his warm lips to ear, nipping and breathing, while his hands began to pull up my dress. A while ago, I thought I would die of hypothermia, but now, just in my underwear, I would be lucky not to get charred by the fire his touch made.

“How much?” he whispered as his large hand grabbed my waist while his other hand expertly unclasped my bra.

“What?” I stiffened, placing my palms on his chest, and hoped to push him away. My eyes, which were molten with desire a while ago, were wide with shock. “I’m not… I’m…”

I didn’t get the chance to explain. His mouth covered mine and kissed me fiercely, making me forget myself and my purpose of being here. His hands started to move, sliding his palms gently against my hard peaks, cupping my mounds and kneading them.

I cried out softly, running my fingers to his still-damp hair and arching my body toward him. This was insane, but wherever Marcus’ soul was, I hoped he forgave me as the touch of this stranger was nothing like his. His hands were leaving a magic touch on my skin, making my core throb with need.

He lowered his head, flicking his tongue out and licking my rosy peak before taking it to his mouth. My toes curled in exploding desire, and I moaned sweetly as he began sucking and his hands began caressing my clit. I didn’t even notice he took off my panties. I gasped, grasping his hair tightly when he thrust his finger into my slit, stroking faster while biting my hard peak playfully.

It had been years, and this was like getting me out of prison of loneliness and being alone for a long time. My shame was drowned with need, and I squirmed, grasping his shoulders and biting my lips hard as my orgasm coursed through me.

The phone in the room and his cell phone rang simultaneously, but maybe, like me, he was in bliss. Ignoring the call, he lay me on the bed and parted my legs wider. Without much warning, as if I needed one, he held my hips up and slid his hard manhood deeper before pulling out slowly.

My heart stopped beating, and I gasped again when he pushed back, thrusting more profoundly and moving faster. I couldn’t ask him to stop, and I didn’t want him. I wanted him to bring me to heaven with him. As if he heard my body screaming, he moved faster and didn’t stop even when my body vibrated, hit by another violent orgasm.

This beautiful god was not done. He attacked me with pleasure, kissing my breast and sucking my bud intensely, and then he buried his head in my neck and grabbed my hips tighter as he thrust a few more times until we cried together at the blinding pleasure hitting us as we reached cloud nine.

We were quiet for some time. Only the sound of the air conditioner, which I wanted to avoid the whole night earlier, and our panting as we breathed were the only noises filling the bedroom. When his cell phone rang, it startled me. Only then did I wonder how many times it rang while we raced to seventh heaven.

He rolled to my side, stretched his arm, and reached for his phone.

“Yes, this is Callahan,” he said as he answered.

My heart skipped a beat. My eyes grew wider in shock. No, it stopped beating when I realized who the gorgeous god who had brought me to heaven a while ago. Gaping, my eyes followed Callahan Barclay as he climbed down the bed and went to the bathroom.

“Oh God! Bethany,” I cried, scrambling to my feet and picking up my dress.

I was glad Moira gifted me a little dress that was not complicated to wear. I gathered my underwear, forgetting my bra and wearing just my panties, dressed, and escaped the bedroom hurriedly.

“Come on, come on!” I cried, waiting for the elevator to open and glancing at Callahan’s room as if zombies would come out any moment and devour me.

When I heard the creak of a door opening, I shrieked and dashed toward the emergency exit, running as I climbed down the staircase. My heart was pounding hard, ignoring the ring of my phone for the first time in my life. It was insane because there were many rooms on that floor, but I immediately assumed the door was from Callahan’s room.

When I reached the second floor, I went straight to the restroom and washed my face.

“Eve!”

I screamed, not recognizing Bethany’s voice. From the mirror, I saw her coming out of the cubicle. My best friend knitted her eyebrows, eyeing me suspiciously as she washed her hands.

“I gave you the wrong card key. Where did you go? I’ve been looking for you -” Her forehead creased, and she moved closer to me. “You smell funny,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “You smell -”

“Bethany, don’t be mad at me,” I swallowed hard as I stepped back before she could guess what had happened to me. “I know… I know you need more staff today, and I need a job desperately, but Rosie called… and… and…” Forget about the money.

“You need to go home,” she said, finishing the sentence for me, and then she nodded, understanding me. “Of course. What happened?”

“The kids… you know. Um… it’s a new place, and they’re scared,” I lied, turning around without waiting for her reply and running toward the main lobby. I escaped in a hurry to make sure I wouldn’t cross paths with Callahan again.  

I hailed the first taxi I saw and gave the driver my new address. Getting home would take two hours, but I turned off my cell phone just in case Bethany tried calling. My mind was in chaos, and my heart didn’t stop hammering my chest. I still could not believe I gave in so quickly to a man I didn’t know. Where did my dignity and values go?

As I reached home, I went straight to Moira’s office and thought it would be nice to meditate inside and brush off all these negative vibes whirling inside my brain. I reached for the doorknob, wishing it was open. And it was!

“Huh,” I blinked in surprise when I twisted the knob, and the door swung open.

Today was terrible enough for me to think bad things would happen to me if I entered the room. I removed my shoes, stepped inside the small room, and sat on cross legs on the mat, closing my eyes to meditate.    

My mind was in chaos as I thought of Rosie’s call and what had just happened in Callahan’s bedroom. Jessy calling Althea, their biological mother, and begging her to take them back didn’t worry me at all. This wasn’t the first time she called her mother.

Callahan was another story. Falling into his trap, or whatever it was, I lost my chance to get a job in their company. He was probably looking for a piece of evidence, and I happened to be in the wrong place. Yet, I wondered why my heart was happy. Maybe I read my emotions wrong. Satisfying my body’s needs is different from falling in love.

‘Reset, please. I want to reset my life. Please, can somebody push that button?’ I took another deep breath, not realizing I was slowly falling into the Land of Nod.

“Reset? Where’s the button, Eve Bennet, and I will.” Bethany hissed, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and tugged it toward her. “Why are you still in bed?” Her eyes grew wider as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Gaping, I stared at Bethany in disbelief. I was sure she wore that flouncy, off-shoulder yellow floral dress yesterday, and I was… I gasped, my eyes fixed on the small desk calendar on the side table, screaming at me it was October 25^th. I was back in the mansion.