Nikki
Jealous. It was the only thing I felt as I voyeuristically listened to the melodic sound of Denise's moans coming from next door.
There were certain couples that you could look at and tell they had some bomb sex.
My mind imagined it the minute I saw them as I stepped off that elevator.
From the way his huge hands worked the soles of her feet, I knew he was a man who liked to please.
And she, well, she was divine and soft in her femininity.
Nerdy, but sexy as hell. I was conflicted about whether I should be pissed or grateful my boss was blowing up my phone.
I'd wanted to keep looking at her, at them, but then I felt guilty about lusting over this woman's husband and this man's wife.
As fate would have it, I ended up in the room right next to theirs, torturing myself by listening to the way he was fucking her.
I could've put on my headphones, turned up the TV, hell, left, but I didn't want to.
I also didn't want to have to look this woman in the eye in a couple of hours knowing I had been lying here, fingers circling my clit, listening to her sexy ass cries of pleasure.
It was embarrassing. Embarrassing and unfair.
I'd never wanted the superpower of invisibility until today.
I wanted to watch. I wanted to be in that room and see the way he made love to his wife.
How she came for him. The faces they both made and the peacefulness of their expressions after their climax.
Then I'd get greedy and the mere act of watching wouldn't be enough.
I'd want to know the way she tasted on my tongue.
The way her smooth skin felt sliding against mine and the way his strong hands felt exploring every inch of my body.
I let that thought take me to my peak, stifling the moan wanting to rip out of me, but I knew if I could hear them, they'd be able to hear me too.
So I bit the pillow instead, riding out the wave of euphoria taking over my body as my thighs trembled and my pussy clenched tight around my fingers.
It was short lived. The vibration of my phone on the nightstand pulled me away from the closest thing I'd had to being physically intimate with anyone since the person whose name popped up on my screen.
Having a one-night stand with my boss wasn't my proudest or smartest moment, but it was the result of too many after work tequila shots and unhealed trauma.
Trauma that I had since unpacked with my therapist and can proudly say didn't wake me up in the middle of the night anymore.
I was able to separate business from pleasure way too easily, but my boss couldn't say the same.
"Yes, Mr. Cooper?" I answered, audibly irritated.
"I hate when you call me that, Nikki. It's Myles."
"The rest of the paralegals call you Mr. Cooper. Why would I address you any different?"
"Because we've fucked."
"What can I do for you, Mr. Cooper?" I said, quickly diverting the conversation from where it was going. He chuckled before he continued.
"The motion you sent over needs to be updated with some new information I just received."
"That sounds like a Monday problem. I told you I'm busy for the rest of the weekend."
"You're at that book thing, right?"
"Real Readers of Atlanta Book Festival. Yes."
"It's awfully quiet for a festival."
"Not that I need to explain this to you, but the event is over for the day. I'm getting ready to meet some friends, so I should really get going. Anything else you might need, please forward to Melissa or Jade. I will see you Monday."
I hung up before he had a chance to respond.
A part of me felt guilty. Myles was extremely attractive, always dressed nice and smelled even better, and had actually wanted to try dating.
But I couldn't get over his Type A personality.
He was a lawyer for a reason. It fit him perfectly, but I was so put off by the competitive control freak that he was at the firm.
I told myself I should've quit, but unfortunately, in this economy, that wasn't an option.
With the rest of the time I had left before I was supposed to meet the girls, I ordered room service, showered, beat my face, decided on an outfit, and popped a couple edibles, making sure I timed it just right so they'd kick in by the time we got to the club.
I also took the liberty of raiding the minibar in my room.
I grabbed the single shots, throwing all but two of them in my bag, then headed next door to get Denise.