Unexpected Liaisons

The gathering gave a clap offering at the last speech, with their voices stuffing the air.

The host ascended the stage, smiling. The multitude started with another round of a clap offering, then gave attention to the man's voice as he brought the occasion to an end.

Unable to hold it back any longer, Emily rose to her feet, picked up her handbag and phone then surged to the restroom.

She tossed a deep sigh on her arrival at the restroom. "Jesus!" She shouted, what was in that drink she took at the hall? Her bladder would blow up by now if she didn't do something about discharging the urine in her system.

Her notebook was still relaxed in her hands, and so was her handbag. Everything she required was jotted down in the notebook, and her phone assisted with recording speeches and teachings she felt would be of great support to her.

Emily pushed them all in and lowered the bag by the sink. She arrived at the toilet seat the next moment. It was a relief, freeing her bladder and insides from the tension they felt in the last hour.

She found her way back to the sink, washed her hands with a block of soap, and rinsed the next moment. She made for the tissue this time, dried her hands with the cotton and threw it in the bin next to her.

She felt better, better than moments ago. Ohh, how fucked would it have been if she ran into the restroom while the host and instructors taught something she should be jotting? A smile came to her lips as she twittered at herself with the help of the clean mirror, hanging on the wall of the restroom.

She's got to go, she mumbled, reaching for her handbag when the door creaked open.

Emily, with a smile on her face, veered around to see who made it into the room when she caught his face.

"Alexander."

"I see," he chuckled. "Did we not meet again?" His thick voice interviewed, his hands behind his back.

"You should not be here," she faltered. "This is a lady's room."

"No, I guess you are mistaken, Lady," he turned his back to her, reading a word out loud. "Male!"

"Oh, shit," she cried. How did she not look over before walking into this place? Little surprise there were no other females in it as there should have been. "I'm sorry, I didn't read that."

"Of course, it's fine," the man said, walking further into the room. "Are you done with what you came to do?"

"Yes," she grabbed her handbag. "I was just about to leave."

"Nah, Emily Hartley," Alexander taunted. "You will tell me what you have discovered from the program before you are allowed to leave the room."

"Why not kidnap me, Mr. Stone?" She laughed, dropping her handbag at its initial position. "Your speech was beautiful," she commented. "I learnt what should be learnt."

"I'm glad I impressed you, Miss Hartley," Alexander said, finding his way closer to her side. "You know, something made me walk up to you hours ago, at the main hall."

"What was it?"

"I think you are pretty," he answered, his hands finding their way to hers. "And I want to see how pretty you can be."

"I—I am sorry, I don't quite get it."

"You don't have to."

The next moment, his lips were on hers. Emily, who should withstand, was finding it a difficult assignment to accomplish. How could she? He is a handsome man on his part, and of course, she is attracted to him.

Just for the night.

"We can't have sex here," she broke the kiss, her eyes feeding on him.

"I know a place."

He kissed her again and picked up her handbag from where it lay and her weight in his arm. Cruising to the back door, a route to a room no one may have access to, save him.

She was lost in his arm, his kiss and barely knew where he went. Emily may have thought they still existed in the bathroom as the man was too good at what he did.

"We are here." He stopped to say.

She turned to look and saw them at the front of a door. "How did we get here?"

"I am not just a CEO," he said to her, positioning her on solid footing. "I know a lot of things you don't know, Emily." He said again. He placed his hand on the door lock, and it switched open.

She should ask how he did that.

They were inside the big room already. And in one fearless move, she slid off her black dress, exposing her white skin to him.

He watched her, not saying a thing. Damn, he loved how he went to her in the first place, and how she did not withdraw from him when he made that move in the bathroom.

"Come on," her voice revived him.

He beamed and sauntered to the bed where she sat like a divinity. Even half naked, her figure was seducing: the exact kind of woman he wanted in his life.

For himself.

But this woman might have a man and wanted just pleasure for the night. Fuck it! He didn't care, he would fuck her for the night, and let her be from the next morning.

He was by her side on the bed, kissing her again. His hand found its way to her breasts, fondling them each in seconds. He was loving the way she moaned and kissed him, and now it was time for the real deal.

He stopped instantly, knelt over her and pulled his belt. He let go of his shirt and lastly, his briefs existed. The fire in her eyes when he stared, turned him on and off over and over again.

"Already," she told him.

"Already?" He asked with a sly smile on his face.

"Yes."

And before she said another word, he was inside her, finding his way to the end of her.