“If you want. Just not to my apartment.” I paused. “I’m sure my parents will stop by there after dinner and try to talk to me so...”
“Have you eaten?”
“Lost my appetite...” I said softly, then I smiled. “But if you’re interested in taking me on a date right now, I’m not opposed to that.”
“Why would I take you on a date?”
“Because you owe me one.”
“Since when?”
“You once said that you would take me out if we ever met in person, and you haven’t done it yet.”
We approached a stoplight and he turned to face me.
“If I was even vaguely interested in taking you out right now—which I’m not, where the hell would I take you if you’ve already eaten dinner?”
“Surprise me.” I shrugged and leaned against the glass—shutting my eyes. I could practically picture him staring at me, giving me that “You’re out of your damn mind” look, and as he steered the car back onto the street, I smiled—hoping that this would be the start of us going out regularly.
I was dreaming of him kissing me in the gallery room again when I felt him gently shaking my shoulder.
“Aubrey...” he whispered. “Aubrey, wake up.”
I lifted my head and looked outside my window. There were lush plants and a massive glass paned building—an executive condo. My heart skipped a beat because I knew he’d never taken a woman to his place before, and I was happy that I would be the first.
I looked over at him, ready to say something, but then I saw him fiddling with a green parking pass and I looked out the front window—seeing where we really were.
Outside of a Hilton hotel.
“Your idea of taking me on a date is bringing me to a hotel?”
“It’s more about fucking you in the hotel.”
“Andrew, this is where you take all your other dates...”
“And?”
My heart sank. “Do you not see why bringing me here would hurt my feelings?”
“Would you prefer the Marriott?”
I blinked.
“They don’t have the same standard of room service,” he said, “but if that’s what you prefer—”
“Just take me home— right now.” My voice cracked and I leaned against the window, shutting my eyes again. “I’ll deal with my parents...”
***
I woke up on a plush leather couch, tucked underneath a soft black blanket.
Sitting up, I saw that my shoes had been taken off and placed in a rack on the other side of the room. A tray of fresh fruit and chocolates were sitting on the small table in front of me, and there was a bottle of wine sitting next to two stemmed glasses.
The room looked as if it’d been plucked from a magazine: silk white draperies, taupe walls, and portraits framed in silver. One of those portraits was of a fucking hotel, making it clear exactly where I was.
I immediately tossed the blanket off—ready to find Andrew and yell at him for bringing me here against my wishes. I walked down the hallway, slowly noticing that the pictures hanging on the wall were of him.
In one picture, he was standing on a beach, looking off into the distance. In another he was standing in front of a NYC cab, and in another he was lying against a city park bench.
He was young in all of these photos—his eyes held a more boyish charm, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he looked happy. Extremely happy.
In between all of the larger photos, were small wooden blocks in the shape of an entwined “E” and “H.” At first I thought that the “A” for Andrew’s first name was simply missing, that one of the pieces would bear it, but that wasn’t the case: In the last frame at the end of the hall there was a photo of a huge “E” and “H” that were solely compiled of pictures of New York.
“E” and “H”?
I continued walking down the hallway, smiling at the more “esteemed” photos he’d hung of himself. I stopped when I heard the sound of running water and followed it into a massive bedroom.
Everything was cloaked in black—the sheets that covered the king sized bed, the long silk curtains that hung over the balcony’s French doors, and the plush rug that sat atop his polished wooden floors.
I walked over to his armoire and pulled out the first drawer.
“What are you doing?” Andrew was standing right behind me.
“I was...” I stalled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “I was looking through your stuff.”
“Looking for anything particular?” He kissed the shell of my ear from behind.
“I’m looking for where you keep all my panties.”
He let out a low laugh. “They’re all next to my bed.” He slid his hand underneath my skirt and stalled once his fingers reached my bare pussy. “Since you’re not wearing any, do I need to give them back to you?”
I rolled my eyes and he let me go.
“Is this better than a hotel room?” he asked.
“Depends.” I turned around. “How many other women have you had here?”
“None.”
“None?” I couldn’t believe that. “In six years?”
“I like to keep my fucking life separate from my home life.” He clasped my hand.
“So, I’m the exception to the rule?”
He didn’t answer. He simply led me across the bedroom and into an all-white en-suite where the water from the shower was still running.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up...” He looked down at me.
“Because you want to watch movies together?”
“Because I want to fuck you in the shower.” He pushed my back against the wall and looked into my eyes. “Because I want to fuck you all night.”
I moaned as he wedged his knee between my thighs and pulled my shirt over my head. He slipped his hand behind my back to unclasp my bra, and as it fell to the floor he trailed his tongue across my nipples.
“Take off your skirt...” He backed away from me.
My hands went to my zipper, but my eyes stayed glued on him as he started to undress himself.
I’d fucked him numerous times in his office, recklessly rode his cock time and time again, but I’d never seen him completely naked.
He pulled his white V-neck shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner—exposing a set of chiseled abs and a small cursive tattoo that was etched onto his chest.
I tried to read what the words said, but then he unfastened the drawstring of his black lounge pants and let them fall to the floor.
I could see that his cock was hard through his briefs, and I waited for him to take them off, but he walked back over to me.
Grabbing my hand, he placed it against his waistline. “Take them off of me.”
I slipped my thumb underneath the elastic, but he stopped me.
“With your mouth.”
My eyes widened as I looked up at him, seeing the sexy smirk on his face.
I bent down slightly and trailed kisses across his waist—hearing him take in a sharp breath as his hands slipped into my hair.
I gripped his thighs for balance and tugged at the hem of his briefs with my teeth. Pulling the fabric down a few inches, I used my fingers to move them further, but he pulled me back by my hair.
“ Only your mouth.” He warned.
I gave him a look of understanding and he let me go. I once again grabbed the briefs with my teeth and slowly slid them down his legs.
I looked up and saw that his cock was standing at attention, rock hard and ready for my pussy like always, and from the look in his eyes, I knew he was going to pull me up and fuck me against the wall.
Before he could get the chance, I sat up on my knees and gripped his cock with my hand. I pressed my lips against it—trailing my tongue across every thick inch. I wrapped my mouth around his tip and slowly massaged it with my tongue.
“Aubrey...” He threaded his fingers through my hair and looked down at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m...” I felt my cheeks heating. “I’m sucking your cock.”
He blinked, letting a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re not sucking my cock...You’re kissingit.”