Chapter 3

Sofia

It must have been about five minutes since I found myself standing in front of the door to room 220, which actually turned out to be the penthouse of the building. 

I thought I might have made a mistake when I got here, when the elevator opened its doors and showed me a single corridor leading to a single door. But the numbers attached to that door leave no doubt. I swallow. I've been doing that a lot over the last few hours. 

Brandon Reeves had booked a penthouse just for one night with me? 

What am I doing? Perhaps the greatest folly of my life… I delude myself that I'm here to tell you some truths, that you can't buy me. But the mere idea of… having him touch my body, possessing me… It leaves me breathless! I've spent the day trying hard not to ponder his proposal. Yes, I'm almost panicking about my financial situation. However, going to bed with a man for money? That never crossed my mind! I snort out a laugh and reflect that, in fact, I never thought a man with money would pay to take me to bed! Not that I think I'm ugly. I'm just ordinary. I've got a slim figure, with no great attractions. Even my breasts aren't as generous as I'd like them to be. Well, that's how I feel about myself. That's why his proposal sounds so surreal! And I have to admit. It does my ego a lot of good. However, even with all that, even with the possibility of fulfilling so many fantasies I've already had with that man, it's still… too dirty! And yet, when I think of the opportunity to be his… My body reacts, erect, needy. 

As I stand here in front of this door, trying to convince myself that I didn't come here to roll around in the sheets with him, my heart is racing, my skin is hot. My whole body burns, in fact. The right thing to do is to turn on my heels and walk away. But before my mind can make a wise decision, my fingers tap the wood nervously: 

"Oh my God! What am I doing? "I whisper. 

Hearing footsteps approaching the door, I straighten my shoulders, raise my head and force a calmness that I'm far from feeling. 

When the lock sounds, I wish I'd done one last touch-up on my lipstick… Then he appears. He's wearing a loose white shirt, as shabby as I've ever seen him. His pants are black and he's barefoot! The CEO, who is always so formal, is barefoot and seeing him so at ease brings out the moment an aura of intimacy. It feels as if he's naked in front of me. I shake my head discreetly to dispel the thought and face him with a phrase ready on the tip of my tongue…

“You're punctual! “He interrupts me just as I'm about to say something and, holding my elbow firmly, leads me inside, “I like that! “And closes the door, so softly that it barely makes a sound. 

You're on time! Are you on time? That's all he had to say to me when we were about to… Are you on time?!

Not that I should expect Brandon Reeves to treat me with any romance, but… Not even a compliment? And I put on my best dress. 

“Would you like something to drink? 

“Yes,” I say quickly. I need some alcohol in my system. 

As he walks over to the bar in the corner of the huge room, I can't stop my jaw from dropping. I've never been in such an elegant and luxurious place before.

“I have some white wine,” his voice catches my attention, “but if you'd prefer something else, I can order it for you.

“No, wine is fine. “I say, desperately craving that liquid in my bloodstream. I feel like I could collapse at any moment. 

When he holds out the glass, I take it and walk to the window, leaving my bag on an armchair. Disgustedly, I pour all the liquid down my throat, which goes down burning. For the next few seconds, I'm trying not to choke to death. I'm not usually drinking alcohol. I just hope it makes me a bit more relaxed. Furthermore, I'm so tense, I look like I'm about to have anxiety spasms. 

Clenching the glass between my hands, I stare out of the window, but I can't see anything in particular. Hell, I'm so nervous. There's no way he won't notice. My whole body is stiff. 

I have to hold back an exclamation when I feel him stop behind me. He doesn't say anything. He just stands close. Very close. So close that I can feel the heat emanating from his body. 

“Mr. Reeves…” I start to protest, when he slips his jacket off my shoulders and throws it onto a chair.

Suddenly, his hands clasped my bare arms, startling me with their touch. “In this room, on this night,” his voice sounded close to my ear, his large hands now massaging my shoulders, as if he knew all the tension in me. “There is no Mr. Reeves. You can just call me Brandon… “Brandon… “I try out his name, letting it roll off my tongue, speaking softly. At the same moment, the grip of his hands becomes stronger and his mouth brushes against the back of my neck, his beard caressing my delicate skin, which is exposed by my tied-up hair. It's as if he's approving of me. A wave of trembling shakes me to my core. By the time the gentle kiss is over, and my zipper begins to slowly descend, I'm already surrendered. Just like that. Or had been for a long time. Soon the dress is at my feet and his lips are exploring my back, his fingers gliding over my skin, as if getting to know it. A few words come out of his mouth, but they are mere babble, or else my mind is so twisted that I don't understand them. The bra was the next thing to be discarded. Sharp teeth dug into my shoulder as his hands ran down my ribs and around my white breasts. The air escapes from my lungs as I feel him squeeze my flesh between his fingers, playing with my nipple as he nibbles my lobe. I'm completely lost. I want more. Likewise, I want everything that man can do to me. “You're so beautiful. “the compliment finally escapes his lips in a rush, as if it had been stuck in his throat for a long time. “You have no idea how much I've dreamed of you like this. Naked in my arms. His confession makes me sigh. He surprises me more and more. I'm ecstatic at how much he's enjoying my body. Opening my eyes, I notice that we're standing in front of a huge mirror. How we got there is a mystery. He's enjoying me, his eyes probing me, his mouth still exploring the skin of my shoulder and neck. I let a moan escape my lips. The image is very erotic. My body almost naked except for my panties, his hands on my pale skin, my legs apart, my anxious expression, his green eyes, scrutinizing me, investigating my reaction to his touch. Leaving one breast, his thick fingers make their way down over my belly, forcing me backwards. In this way, my ass sticks to the prominent, throbbing erection. I start to gasp, feeling him press hard against me, rubbing himself. Then his big hand is on my sex, cradling it in his palm. I hear him grunt between my hairs.

“Wet. So ready. In one sudden movement, he spins me around in his arms, takes my face in his hands, his eyes burning. I'm waiting for the kiss. I want him too much. Furthermore, I want to taste his mouth. I've always been curious about everything about that man, but especially about his kiss. Deep down, deep down, it's what I most wish to enjoy. However, it doesn't happen. Brandon kisses my face, brushing his beard (see if you like the sentence structure) against my skin. He nibbles my chin and then explores my neck once more. He lets go of my hair, which spills over my shoulders. I'm frustrated. When he bends down and his warm tongue brushes my dark nipple, this frustration subsides for a few moments. Then he cradles a breast in his hand, sucking, nibbling, playing with the hard little nipple. I'm moaning, admiring his mouth on my flesh, feeling my legs barely support the weight of my body. The firm arm around my slim waist is what holds me in place. Brandon straightens up again, his hands flat on my buttocks, pulling me in, pressing his erection against my flat belly. He's as hard as stone. His gaze is intense. It seems to want to unravel my soul. I'm trapped in that gaze. It's mesmerizing. I stared at his mouth. It's beautifully drawn. I've dreamed of it countless times. And now it's in front of me. Holding his face between my hands, I stand on my tiptoes, my lips parted, and move closer to kiss him. But again, Brandon shies away. He kisses my cheek again and plays with my lobe. His fingers tangle in my hair, making an erotic friction against his body. I sigh, even more frustrated. And then it becomes clear. He doesn't intend to kiss me. He won't touch his mouth to mine. But… why doesn't he want to kiss me? What's wrong with kissing me? What's wrong with my mouth? It's clear that Brandon wants to taste you. His glassy eyes don't fool me. So… why? Why deny yourself such pleasure? A determination seizes me. He wants sex. I need a real kiss first. This time, I'm quick. I take his face in my hands again and kiss him twice, quickly. I finish by biting his lower lip, which I release slowly, my eyes wide open, always watching his reaction. The way he looks at me… that's when I really feel naked in front of him. Brandon frowns, and I'm afraid I've crossed a line.

We're both holding our breaths, and I'm excited for what comes next. I keep my hands around his face and I feel a soft sigh escape my mouth. A mouth he stares at, as if hypnotized. In the next instant, Brandon pulls me by my nape and devours my lips, greedily, looking hungry. And then he no longer leaves my mouth. Tasting, tasting, moaning softly in the process.