We eventually got up and made our way to the bathroom, where we took a long, sensuous shower together, rubbing soap (and our hands) all over each other’s bodies.Once we got out, I saw a tiny digital clock on the bathroom counter.It was seven o’clock in the evening.“Oh my God, I have to call Anh,” I said in a panic.The last my roommate had heard, I was heading home after being fired. She had probably gotten back to the apartment, found it empty, and wondered if I’d nodded off on the freeway and gotten in a car wreck.For the second time in four days, I was worrying my best friend sick.“You have your phone, or do you need mine?” Connor asked as he toweled his hair dry.I watched below his waist as the movement made his manhood swing back and forth. “Um… yeah…”He saw what I was looking at. “Focus,” he teased.“On this?” I asked as I reached out and caressed his limp shaft – after which it wasn’t quite so limp anymore.“Ah,” he groaned, and leaned down and kissed me. Then he pulled
Sebastian came through with the reservation – which meant the start of the next round of negotiations.“Will you at least put on the bulletproof vest?” Johnny asked.“No,” Connor said as he popped a piece of cheese in his mouth and took a sip of the white wine that room service had brought.“Fine – I just won’t drive you, then.”“Fine. I’ll just take the Lamborghini, then.”As they quarreled, I wandered the main room of the penthouse. It wasn’t the Dubai, but it was pretty damn nice. The ceiling towered thirty feet overhead, and a curving staircase made of pounded bronze connected the first floor with the second. Luxurious couches were scattered throughout the room. The marble flooring – dark green swirled and speckled with white – reflected back the dim lighting from far overhead, with the occasional rug thrown in here and there. There was a flat-screen TV on the wall that was as big as a car, a full bar made of the same speckled marble, and a kitchen and dining area down a hallway t
Not only did I get the dress, I got a black wrap that offset the dress beautifully. Los Angeles is basically a desert, and the temperature can swing between extremes from day to night – so imagine what it’s like with Las Vegas, which is all desert. At this time of year, once the heat from the day radiated off and the night really took hold, it was going to get really chilly.That was how I rationalized the wrap, anyway.There wasn’t much of a way to rationalize the shoes, though. (They were absolutely jaw-dropping, though.)Or the seductive bra and panties. (Although I guess you could say Connor was going to really enjoy them later. Or enjoy taking them off, anyway.)At any rate, I left the store a completely new woman – sashaying around in luxury, feeling like the clothes were kissing my skin with every step, and looking like a million bucks.At least it didn’t cost that much. A million bucks, I mean. Because I’m sure it cost plenty.Although I have no idea what the final price tag
The dinner eased by in a sumptuous parade of dishes, things I’d never tasted – or even seen – before. I’m more of an onion rings kind of a girl than an haute cuisine chick, but I was so dazzled by the sights, sounds, smells, and tastes that I completely surrendered.If that sounds naughty… it kind of was. In a culinary way, anyhow. There was a strawberry soup to start, both spicy and sweet. Foie gras, which is definitely not my favorite food in the world – but the shavings of truffle scattered across the top quickly became my favorite (at least for the next fifteen minutes). A carpaccio of a delicate fish, followed by scallops served on half a scallop shell. A truffle tart with smoked bacon. A cheese soufflé. Abalone and leeks in a ginger broth. Roasted lobster with lemongrass. Grilled seabass with spinach. A tiny veal chop flavored with pesto. Three or four desserts, including a chocolate mousse with a Fuji apple compote. (I was in heaven with the chocolate.) Not only was the food
Things got less dark after that.Although it took me awhile to recover.Connor knew he’d frightened me a little, and so he spent the rest of the time regaling me with stories about playing pranks on schoolmates at boarding school… and bizarre tales of business deals gone wrong… and funny bits about how much Sebastian hated Connor’s family, and all the snide remarks he would make when he talked to them. Eventually the wine took over and put everything into a nice, soft haze… and the food overwhelmed me with the sheer sensual delight of it all. And I forgot about the creepy family history.For a while, anyway.We finished dinner – all sixteen courses – around 11PM. I swear I almost asked the restaurant staff to cart me out in a wheelbarrow. As we walked out into the lobby, Connor did the worst thing he could have possibly done under the circumstances.“So… want to go back to the hotel and have crazy sex?” he whispered in my ear.“UGH. NO,” I said, not wanting to admit that I felt abou
He bent down to my mouth, his lips warm and forceful.I opened my own lips to let him in.I could feel the heat of his body against mine in the cold night air as he kissed me passionately. His wild enthusiasm from a moment ago became feverish motion as his hands roamed over my body.I draped my arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into me.His hands cupped my ass, ran up the red dress, caressed the bare skin of my back. Then I felt one hand circle around to the front of my body and softly move over my breast, feeling its weight in his palm.And I felt something else stir below his waist.I pressed my body against his hips and thighs, felt the delicious weight and size of it as it grew by the second. I dropped my left hand from around his neck and let one finger trace its way down his shirt – over his firm chest, down the ridges of his abs, and to the front of his pants, where I let my palm gently cup the thickness under the cloth. I stroked him, back and forth, slowly, sensuousl
We drove back in silence – at least at first – with Connor holding my hand.I just reclined in the leather seat, feeling wonderful and flushed and completely happy as I stared out the window. This time, though, I wasn’t looking at the sky; I was watching the dimly lit desert landscape as it rolled by in the starlight.“You know,” I said, “it’s kind of ironic that you took me out to see the future site of the largest solar energy installation in the world… in a Lamborghini.”He laughed. “I thought about getting a Tesla.”“That would have been more apropos.”“Yes, it would have. But there aren’t many charging stations between LA and Vegas, and the ones that exist are pretty damn slow. But… I’ll fix that.”“You really think you can do it?”“What, put in high-speed charging stations between here and Las Vegas?”I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”He gave me a little half-grin. “Change the world.”“Yeah.”“Yes I do, or I wouldn’t attempt it.”I thought carefully about what I was goin
We got back to the hotel long after 2AM. Connor opened the door slowly, scanning for any angry Asian bodyguards – but the penthouse was dark, and Johnny was apparently sound asleep in his room.We tiptoed into the master bedroom and closed the door.“I need to take a shower,” I said. I had a thin layer of dust and fine grit over my skin and hair, and there was no way I was getting into bed like that.I peeled off my dress and bra. The panties, as far as I knew, were still in Connor’s pocket.He watched me as I undressed.I enjoyed feeling his eyes roving over me.“I’ll join you,” he whispered when I was finished.I looked back at him and smiled. “Fine by me.”While Connor undressed, I went into the bathroom. There were a number of small candles on the counters; I decided to light them rather than turn on the bright overhead lights.And… y’know… just in case.There was a light tap at the door.“Come in,” I whispered.The door opened, and he walked in.Totally naked.I caught my breath.