Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Adam
I pull off my already loose tie and shove it in the pocket of the suit jacket hanging on the back of my chair.
I hate wearing a suit, even if it is linen.
Jessi loved Emily's suggestion for the guests to dress in the same colors as the party, so I'd had to buy this stupid suit from Banana Republic at the last minute.
Speaking of Emily, I see her making her way towards me and try to down the last of my bourbon before she can corner me.
To say she’s been coming on strong this evening would be an understatement.
She almost seems a little…off. I pound the empty glass down on bar and rise to leave just seconds too late.
“Adam! Don’t tell me you’re heading out so soon?
” She tries to pull off a sexy pout, but the effect is ruined by her slight slurring from too much champagne.
She drapes her hand on my shoulder and toys with the hair on the back of my neck.
I look around nervously, because she isn't usually so public with her advances.
“Uh, yeah,” I say, grabbing my jacket and putting it on to force her to move her hand. “It’s been a long day. I’m totally beat.” From how much she's swaying, Emily should probably head back to her hotel room too. I haven't seen her this plastered since…well never.
"Are you gonna be OK, Emily? I think you've had too much to drink.
" She rolls her eyes before suddenly pounding a fist on the bar.
A few people nearby hurry back to the dance floor to avoid the scene unfolding and I start to worry whether I'll ever get back to my room.
The bartender sends me a look of sympathy before making himself busy on the other side of the bar.
"I can't believe that woman from earlier!"
"What woman?" I whisper, willing her to lower her voice as well.
"The woman with the champagne flutes. From 'It's Personal'?
" I knew she was talking about Maya before I even asked.
For some reason, Emily has been extra wound up since they ran into one another.
Sure, she'd cut it close, but Maya hadn't actually been late.
Maybe Emily needed a vacation if she was that on edge about something so minor.
She's eyeing me now, like everything I'm thinking is written all over my face. Hell, maybe it is. It's been a long night.
"You think I'm overreacting, don't you?" I shrug one shoulder.
"Experience has taught me never to say that to a woman." Emily practically sneers at me.
"Always so smooth. Don't think I didn't see you checking her out, Mr. Smooth." I step back, removing her hand from where it's been resting on my forearm. She sways a bit more.
"Is that your type? Instead of elegant, polished, and successful," like me, she silently finishes, "you want some fat craft lady who can barely meet her own deadlines?"
“Emily, I don't know what's gotten into you, but it's not a good look. The flutes were a hit and the party was a success. I'm heading to bed, and you might want to call it a night too. Sleep off whatever it is that's going on with you."
Emily's eyes go glassy with hurt and embarrassment before she quickly feigns indifference and heads back onto the dance floor with a flip of her hair. I head towards the elevator, now painfully aware that a more direct conversation with Emily is in order.
I sink down into the plush sofa in front of the fireplace.
The suite is beyond luxurious, with a 60" flatscreen, a window seat overlooking the water, and 1000 thread count sheets on the king size bed.
Away from the noise of the party, I finally have the quiet and headspace to think about the woman who caught my attention earlier: Maya.
Who knew someone that cute was on the other end of the computer this whole time?
She showed up with a killer smile, a plump little ass, and big brown eyes like a deer, or a Disney princess.
Her hair was in one of those messy buns girls love, but I could tell hers was long, maybe all the way down her back.
Despite the gray cardigan that did nothing for her hourglass figure, I could see she was also hiding a great pair of tits.
Mmmmm. A model would fall over with breasts like that.
I start getting a hard-on just thinking about her and lazily rub myself through my pants. She was voluptuous, but it was her eyes that hit me square in the chest, even across the parking lot. I knew it was her when she pulled up, looking like a lost lamb. I'll be your big, bad, wolf any day, baby!
I lean back and let my mind wander, remembering how her eyes widened when she saw me.
Maybe she felt it too, that crazy connection.
A connection that left me, a guy who's normally "Mr. Charming" completely speechless.
Like an idiot, I just stood there, gaping at her.
The moment I saw her, I couldn't help but imagine getting her alone so we could… get to know each other better.
Not that I let on. Mr. Smooth, as Emily called me earlier, would never admit he liked a woman he'd just met. That would come off as way too thirsty. But judging by the glare on Maya's face when she sprinted out of here earlier, I may have overcorrected.
I should've invited her to the party, maybe asked her to dance.
It would've been the perfect excuse to get close to her, put my hands on her body.
I'd press myself against her and whisper all the hot things I wanted to do to her until she suggested we head back to my room.
Then she'd be here with me now instead of wherever she ran off to when Emily showed up.
Now I'm stuck jerking off in my hotel room like a pervert.
I breathe deeply and enjoy the sensations building in my balls.
She probably smells good too, like vanilla or roses or something.
I should’ve hugged her when she arrived.
She drove all that way and then I didn't even shake her hand?
God, she must've thought I was a total jerk.
If I'd hugged her, not only would I know for sure whether she smells as incredible as she looks, but I also would’ve gotten to feel those luscious looking breasts pressed against my chest.
I groan thinking about all opportunities I missed with Maya.
If she'd stayed, we definitely would've danced, and my hands would've ventured lower, down to that plump backside I barely got a glimpse of.
Just from that glimpse, I could tell she has more than enough to grab onto under that hot skirt of hers.
It almost didn't cover her ass, especially when she bent down to get those boxes. Just a glimpse had me tongue tied the whole way to the banquet room. If she came up for drinks, maybe she would’ve let me put my hand on her knee to see how soft her skin is.
If it's half as soft as it looked, I’d be in trouble.
I slip my hand inside my slacks now and start stroking more purposefully.
Her lips were full and pink. I imagine them parted and out of breath from the feel of my hand caressing her leg.
I'd inch up higher and higher until I reached the apex of her thighs.
I would tease her through her panties, feeling her wetness against my hands, until she sighed my name, the waves of her orgasm crashing down on her.
Satisfied and still breathless, those eyes of hers would turn molten as she dropped to her knees to take me in her mouth.
I bet those lips would look great wrapped around my dick.
I would lean back while she catered to me, licking every inch of my hard length as I pulled out that messy bun to see just how long her hair really is.
She called me "Mr. Park"…Again. If I’d been nicer to her, I could see if she still called me “Mr. Park” when I bit her shoulder while pulling down her bra strap.
Would she still be so formal if I unsnapped her bra and sucked and caressed her dark brown nipples?
Would she finally call me "Adam" if I nudged those thighs apart and pushed into her hot center until she screamed my name?
“Fuck!” I grunt as I cum in my pants like a teenager. I hated these pants anyway. I pull them off, along with my boxers, and head to the shower, resolving to apologize tomorrow and get to know Maya a little better.