Chapter 2
“Oh, sorry!” she stammers, taking a step back. “I didn’t…I wasn’t looking at where I was going…”
“That certainly seems to be a special talent of yours,” I say, a smile curling up my lips as I take in her appearance. It’s her, the woman from the hotel lobby who drew my attention from the moment we locked eyes.
This time, she isn’t dressed in corporate attire like she had been back there. She”s now wearing a simple black dress that hugs her slender frame, accentuating her curves.
She smiles back, her expression a mix of recognition and amusement. “Yeah, I’m the collision expert. Sorry about that, by the way.”
I chuckle, “No worries. Seems like we have a knack for running into each other.”
“You can say that again,” she stretches out her hand. “Jessica.”
I take her hand, which feels so small and tender against mine. “Ethan.”
A beautiful smile spreads across her face. “Nice to meet you, Ethan. I’m sorry that I keep bumping into you. I promise to take your advice and start looking at where I’m going.”
“You should.”
There is a silent pause, as we both try to figure out what to say next.
“Hey, if you are not in a hurry to leave, we could have drinks.”
She seems hesitant for a moment, and then she gives a nod. “Yeah, sure. The night is still young, anyway.”
“Great, shall we then?” I point her in the direction of the bar.
We make our way to a cocktail table and take seats close together, the coconut scent of her shampoo invading my senses.
The bartender comes to take our orders. I get a scotch on the rocks, and she goes for a dirty martini.
As we wait, I pause and observe Jessica. Her features are delicate, with captivating eyes that seem to hold mischief. There’s a subtle grace to the way she carries herself.
Her hair, a rich chestnut brown, falls in loose waves on her shoulders. It frames her face, accentuating her traits.
“Mind if I ask what you’re doing here? You don’t look like the type to frequent a place like this,” she says as our drinks arrive.
“What makes you think that? What’s wrong with a pub like this?” My interest is piqued in a good way.
She shrugs. “I dunno…you just seem like the kind of man who would go to more fancy places.”
I glance around. “Is this place not sophisticated enough? So, does that mean you only came here for a particular reason and wouldn’t normally opt for this kind of venue?”
A grin appears on her face. “I see what you did there.”
I feign ignorance. “What did I do?”
She rolls her eyes as she takes a sip of her drink, slowly shaking her head.
“So, what brings you here?” I ask.
“I came here to celebrate with my best friend, but she had to leave abruptly because her boyfriend had an emergency.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that. What were you guys celebrating?”
“Well, I just got a new job after weeks of endlessly looking for one and several rejections.”
“That’s good news. Congratulations.” I raise my glass to hers for a toast.
“Thanks.”
As the night passes, I find myself engrossed in conversation with Jessica. It’s surprising how we both talk like we’ve known each other for a very long time.
Time seems to slip away, the hours passing unnoticed as we discuss everything from our favorite books to our most embarrassing moments.
There’s a certain ease to our banter, a connection that surprises me. Jessica’s wit and humor is a delightful surprise, making the evening far more enjoyable than I had anticipated.
I just purchased this place a month ago, and I came to see how things were going and the changes that needed to be made. I didn’t expect to run into the same woman who had occupied my thoughts for a part of the day.
When she collided with me this morning, I felt something strange inside stir me.
I was having a terrible day when she bumped into me, and I should have been angry that she wasn’t looking at where she was going, but for some reason, I was not. Instead, I felt good about it. I liked her bumping into me. How weird is that?
As I sit beside her, watching her speak, it’s hard to concentrate on what she’s talking about as I’m distracted by her beauty.
The coconut scent of her hair shampoo continues to tease my senses, and the more we talk, the more intriguing I find her.
“Do you want to continue our conversation elsewhere?” I ask.
Jessica looks thoughtful for a moment before a playful smile graces her lips. “Sure, why not?”
I settle our bills, tipping the bartender generously. We then head outside with her hand holding my arm.
“Where are we going?”
I turn to look at her, our faces only inches apart. “I’m lodged in a hotel just around the block.”
It’s one of my hotels, but I don’t tell her that.
She flashes a mischievous smile. “Hmm, okay.”
My driver brings my car around, and we both get in the back. I press a button, raising the partition to give us some privacy.
Jessica is looking at me with lust in her eyes as I bring my face closer to hers and place my hand on the back of her neck. Her lips slightly part, granting me access.
I capture them in mine, and I can still taste the martini that she had at the bar. She lets out a throaty moan as I gently nibble her lower lip.
We continue to kiss, unable to keep our hands to ourselves until we arrive at the hotel.
We only take a break to walk inside, and the moment we get in the elevator, we resume kissing. This time, I have Jessica pinned against the wall with my body.
An elderly couple steps in at some point, but we don’t bother to stop —they can watch if they want.
When we get to my floor, I carry her over on my shoulders before I start walking to my room.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing. “Put me down.”
I smack her butt lightly. “Stay still.”
“If anyone sees us, they will think you’re abducting me,” she continues.
“How about they mind their business?”
I slide my key card across the door, opening the room, and the moment I put her down after stepping into the room, her eyes widen in surprise as she looks around the room.
“Wow! This place is like a whole apartment.”
“It’s a penthouse suite.”
She turns to look at me, smiling. “A penthouse, huh?”
“How about we continue where we left off?” I pull her against my body. I’m not in the mood for talking.
“I concur.”
I grab behind her thighs as I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist in a swift move. As we resume kissing, I carry her to bed.
I love the feel of her lips against mine, and the soft moan that escapes her mouth as I caress her body.
I help her out of her dress to see she’s wearing a matching black bra and panties that make her look so sexy.
When my fingers get to her waist and I take off her underwear, I’m surprised at how ready she is.
“So wet,” I murmur.
“That’s the evidence of what you do to me,” she says with mischief.
We both hold eye contact for a split second before I bring my head between her legs and take a deep inhale of her scent.
As my mouth finds her pussy, she throws her head against the bed, moaning. I love how she tastes, and it makes me want to taste more of her.
I use my finger to pleasure her clit as I lap upon every drop of juice that she has to offer. Jessica is writhing on the bed, crying out my name as she rides through her orgasm.
“Come here,” she pulls me up breathlessly, and she seals her lips with mine, giving me a taste of herself.
“I want you inside me so badly,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“Say no more.” I kiss her one more time before I reach for the bedside drawer, opening it to get out the pack of condoms that I usually keep there.
“It’s not fair that I’m undressed and you’re still clothed.” She starts to unbutton my shirt as she speaks, and soon, we are both naked together in bed.
I open the condom, roll it on, and in a second our bodies are joined as I slip into her tight pussy that clenches hungrily around my cock.
This feels so right. Being inside her feels like it’s the place that I ought to be. She bucks her hips, crying out and begging for me to go faster.
Some time later, we lay in bed, still naked, curled up in each other’s arms, breathless.
“That was awesome,” she says in a sleepy voice, and she falls asleep on my chest almost immediately.
I wait a while before I slowly get out of bed, get dressed, and leave her a note on the dresser telling her I had a great time. Then I sneak out of the room and head back home.
As much as I enjoyed my time with her, I wouldn’t want her to mistake it for something else by cuddling and falling asleep with each other. It’s a one-night stand and nothing more.
“Where to, sir?”my driver asks as he opens the back of my car for me.
“To my penthouse.”
I have some paperwork to finish before I call it a night.
When I get to the house, I’m surprised to find my younger sister, Amy, curled up on a couch in my living room, a glass of red wine in hand and a large bowl of popcorn in front of her as she watches a TV show.
“What in God’s name are you doing here?”
“Oh, you’re back, welcome,” she looks at me briefly before returning her focus to the screen.
“Again: why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Miami with Mom?”
“Yeah,” she waves her hand. “I got bored and decided to come back.”
“And you thought the best place to come back to is my own? Why didn’t you go home?”
“Because I will be lonely, obviously. You’re distracting me from watching my show.”
“Last I checked, this is my house. How did you even get in?”
She packs a handful of popcorn into her mouth. “You gave me an extra key, remember?”
“That was in case there was an emergency, not for you to drop by unannounced whenever you feel like it.”
“And who said it wasn’t an emergency? Why are you so worked up, anyway?”
I shake my head as I take a seat on a couch adjacent to hers and take her glass of wine from her.
“Hey, I was drinking that!” she protests.
“Well, go get another glass.”
“How have you been? Are you and Lysa back together?”
“No, we are not. Why do you ask?”
“Because there’s lipstick on your shirt.”
I look down at where she’s pointing and see a red stain on my collar. “It’s not Lysa’s.”
“Hmm, there’s someone else then?” She now has a mischievous grin on her face.
“It’s none of your business.”
“Riiiiight, if you say so. I’m just a little curious, how do you manage to work with Lysa after you both broke up?”
I sigh. “She has been a pain in the ass. She’s even more terrible at her job than she was before. The only thing stopping me from firing her is because I know she needs the money.”
Amy scoffs, “I warned you about being with that girl, but you wouldn’t listen. So deal with it.”
My family was never supportive of me dating Lysa. So now that she has turned out to be everything that they said she was, they don’t want to hear it whenever I complain about her.
I guess I would have to accept the consequences of my poor decision.