ALICIA
The evening shift is long, and by the time I'm finished, I’m exhausted, but the promise of a night in the penthouse with Ryan propels me onwards.
On my break I call Jackie and ask her to watch the kids for the evening and get them to school the following morning. She protests, until I tell her about my promotion, and that Ryan is willing to look over her resume. The money I offer to pay her helps too.
I wait until all the other kitchen staff -- Antony included -- have left for the night, and then make my way upstairs.
I get a few curious glances from the night staff, but no one questions where I’m going or why.
I guess that’s one of the perks of being so high the hierarchy.
Still, I do feel a little guilty for using my position to sneak away and spend time with Ryan.
It’s one night, I tell myself, but I know this isn’t the end, only the beginning. Until the second restaurant is established, and everyone accepts me as the head chef, me and Ryan will have to sneak around.
For a moment I wonder if I’m up to that … a secret relationship on top of everything else is a lot. But then I remember the feel of Ryan’s lips on mine earlier, and how the merest of touches set my body alight.
I can’t walk away now, even if I wanted to. Not that I do.
When I reach the penthouse, I pause and take a deep breath. I look awful. I have dark rings under my eyes, I’m not wearing any makeup, my chef uniform is wrinkled, and my hair is dishevelled. Honestly, I wonder what Ryan sees in me … he has the body of a God, and I’m well … just me.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I knock on the door and a moment later, Ryan answers, revealing the massive penthouse suite.
Just behind him are large leather couches, and a coffee table in front of them.
The coffee table holds a bottle of champagne chilling on ice, and a number of plates under gleaming stainless-steel cloches.
Behind the seating area, I can just make out a raised platform that holds a King Size bed.
To the left of the platform is a door leading to what I assume is the washroom.
“Please, come in,” Ryan says, stepping back a little to allow my entrance. He’s removed his jacket and tie and looks completely relaxed in his dark slacks and open collared shirt.
I look around the room in amazement, seeing he has also acquired a vase of roses and dozens of candles.
“You did all this for me?”
Ryan grabs my hips and tugs me closer to him. “I did. I want our night together to be special. The bathroom has a jacuzzi and everything.”
My eyes widen. I feel like a princess. No man I’ve dated ever treated me like this.
Then a sudden thought makes me pause. “But won’t people see your name on the booking information?”
“Don’t worry, I used a pseudonym. Unless there’s an issue with the payment -- which there won't be, of course -- no one will ever know it’s me.” He presses his lips to mine and my worries melt away.
This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me, and not only am I excited about spending the night with Ryan -- especially if there’s a jacuzzi involved -- I also look forward to an undisrupted night’s sleep and not having to rush around getting four people ready for school in the morning.
When we break apart, Ryan gestures to the couches and coffee table. “I thought you might be hungry, so I ordered room service--”
“I remember Antony mentioning someone had ordered a ribeye and desserts for room service, but I had no idea it was you.”
Ryan chuckles and makes his way over to the couches. After sitting, he whips off the stainless-steel cloches. “Surprise.”
I hurriedly join him on the couch, and he hands me a plate of food I know will be amazing. As I tuck into the meal, Ryan pours us both a glass of champagne.
“A toast, to new beginnings for both of us,” he says, raising his glass to me.
I pick up my own glass and clink the edge against his. “To new beginnings.”
Just as I knew it would be, the ribeye is delicious, as is the chocolate lava cake for dessert, and when the plates have been taken outside to the front of our door, Ryan and I relax on the couch.
He shuffles close and wraps his arm around me.
My head drops onto his shoulder, and as Ryan’s fingers stroke through my hair, I feel myself drifting off.
I force myself awake and grab my champagne. After Ryan has gone to all this trouble, I don’t want to fall asleep on him as soon as we’re done eating. “So, you mentioned a jacuzzi?”
Ryan smirks. “I did. Fancy a dip?”
My muscles are aching after a day on my feet, but that’s not the main reason I want to get into the jacuzzi.
Images of the first time Ryan and I slept together flick through my mind, and I remember the feel of his rock-hard abs under my fingertips.
I need to touch him again, and I want to know where our earlier kiss would have led if Antony hadn’t called me back to the kitchen.
“Yes,” I say, rising from the couch and extending my hand to Ryan. He entwines his fingers with mine and pushes himself to his feet.
Hand in hand, we walk to the bathroom, which is massive and decorated in white marble.
Then, Ryan releases my hand, and starts the water running, adding a generous amount of the complimentary bubble bath.
While he does that, I put some towels on the warming rail, and then start unbuttoning my work shirt.
“Sorry I’m not wearing something sexier,” I say as I strip down to my black sports bra.
Ryan turns to me, a grin on his face, and presses his lips to mine. “You could be wearing a garbage bag and you’d still look incredibly sexy.”
His hands caress my breasts, the pad of his thumbs brushing against the nipples, and even through the material of my bra, the touch sends heat searing through my body.
I need him so bad.
I lean in and press my lips to his, as Ryan removes my pants, and then his hands skip across my panties.
Within seconds, I’m completely naked.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Ryan murmurs, removing his own clothes.
Together, we get into the tub, and then Ryan turns on the jacuzzi jets. I sink into the water, letting its heat and movement soothe my aching body. My eyes drift closed and I’m on the verge of sleep again when I feel Ryan’s hands on me, tugging me close.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?” he asks, pulling me into his lap.
“No. I seem to remember being in a very interesting position with you earlier. I’d like to see where that leads first,” I say, then incline my head to press my lips to his.
Ryan’s lips part instantly, and his tongue swirls against mine.
His hands on my hips guide my body down, until his cock is buried inside me.
With Ryan guiding me, I move up and down, feeling my inner walls begin to tighten.
Ryan positions his head between my breasts so he can alternate between them both, licking, kissing, grazing my nipples with his tongue.
The combination of his mouth on my breasts, and his dick filling me is enough to send me over the edge, and before I know it, I feel my climax cresting.
“Oh god,” I say on a breathy exhale, and from below me Ryan thrusts.
A moment later, I feel him explode, and then my head drops onto his shoulder. We remain nestled together as we both catch our breaths, and then finally, I open my eyes.
When I do, I find Ryan is watching me quietly.
“What?” I ask with a raised brow.
“Nothing. I was just thinking how gorgeous you are.”
I laugh and look away, feeling my cheeks heat.
Ryan gently grips my chin, turning my eyes to meet his. “I mean it Alicia. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You can’t have seen many women then,” I quip, trying to deflect the compliment.
“Don’t do that,” Ryan says firmly, his gaze locked with mine. “You’ve seen the type of women we get coming here -- actresses, models, socialites -- and none of them hold a candle to you.”
I don’t know what to say, and Ryan won’t let me look away, so instead I just press my lips to his, drinking in the taste and feel of him. I know even if we do this a million times, I’ll never get enough.
We make out until we’re both breathless, and I can feel my arousal beginning to build again. But I need to sleep.
Opening my eyes, I shuffle back and say, “I’d love to stay in here with you all night, but if I don’t get into bed soon, I’m going to pass out.”
Ryan gently cups my cheek. “Come on, let’s get out. You deserve some rest.”
He climbs out of the tub and grabs the towels, wrapping one around himself, before opening the other for me to step into. We dry hurriedly, and step back into the bedroom, only for me to realize I brought nothing to sleep in.
“I have no pyjamas,” I point out.
“It’s warm, and besides, I want to wake up with you naked in my arms,” Ryan replies, tugging the towel away.
I allow it to fall, blocking out the self-conscious voices in the back of my mind. It helps that Ryan is gazing at me hungrily, and I know if I wasn’t so exhausted, we’d be having sex again the moment we got into bed.
Instead, we climb under the covers, and I nestle myself in Ryan’s lap, his arms wrapped around me, so he’s spooning me from behind.
The last thing I feel before drifting off to sleep is Ryan’s lips on my shoulder…
I wake the following morning still wrapped in Ryan’s arms. He’s sleeping soundly, and I feel more refreshed than I have in months. I glance at the clock on the wall by the entrance and see it’s past nine a.m. -- the latest I’ve woken up in years!
Feeling adventurous, I slide down the bed until I can position myself between Ryan’s legs, then take his cock in my mouth until it hardens. He wakes as I’m running my tongue down the length of his shaft, and tangles his finger is my hair.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “That feels good. But you know, you don’t have to wake me up with--”
I sit up, letting my hand replace my mouth for a moment. “I know I don’t have to do anything. I want to, so why don’t you just lay back and relax?”