happened, was excruciatingly painful. I couldn't bear to be the last resort. No way.
When I arrived in Hong Kong I didn't even bother going to the bathroom. I knew he would probably just send one of his blokes to pick up the "delivery". So, no need to overdo it. I'd have plenty of time to wash and change at the hotel.
As I pushed my little trolley towards the exit, I just about choked (and fell onto the trolley) when I saw the tall figure detach himself from the crowd that had come to welcome the passengers.
Oh my God ... I looked like a slob. I hadn't even had time to shower before I left ... I started sweating and blushing at the same time, desperately trying to make myself small. I glanced to the right and to the left, carefully avoiding his direction. There was no way out. If I really prayed, maybe I would be able to completely disappear under the trolley!
Oh, woe is me...
I was totally panicked and made as if I was going to turn back, pretending to have forgotten something in the toilet.
"Liz? Liz? Yoo-hoo? Are you blind or what? Is something wrong?"
Sacha's stature dominated me. His jade-green eyes were planted on my flushed face. His raised eyebrow amplified his curiosity.
"Oh, no, uh ... sorry ... it's just that I thought ... well ... I didn't think you'd come in person ... I would have been a bit ... how should I put it ...refreshed, that's it ... refreshed ... if I had known that ... you'd be here..."
His laugh echoed across the airport hall like a rocket, making me jump!
"Liz, you're really ... uh, how can I say this ... priceless, that's it, priceless," he said mockingly, grabbing me by the shoulders.
I blushed even more and, apart from feeling terribly ridiculous, I just felt terrible.
He discreetly kissed me on the forehead. He would have to wait for a warmer reception! He stepped back, grabbed my trolley and said happily:
"Let's go straight to the hotel, I think you need a good bath!"
We took a taxi across the city. It was hot and humid. I kept my distance on the back seat where I was dripping with sweat, Sacha didn't seek any contact either. He was busy talking to a client on the phone. Wide-eyed, I took in every second of this nocturnal urban sight. The city was buzzing with men and women who moved like ants looking for sugar. Bright billboards hung on every corner of the walls and facades, giving the impression of an endless garland of fire, of a city never really knew the darkness of the night. I was blown away, enthralled by what was being offered to me. Hong Kong wasn't like New York. Hong Kong was unique.
The taxi stopped and I reluctantly tore myself away from the back seat. Sacha used this opportunity to bid his client farewell. I was dead tired from all the travelling, the jet lag and the rest, but I didn't want to miss a minute of this new adventure.
A porter opened the door and we entered a huge hall, done out entirely in marble and stained glass, reflections of the most luxurious establishments. Sacha led me to the elevator; we were still being escorted by a porter who carried my luggage. Even if he seemed unfazed, Sacha slipped a hand under my T-shirt in the elevator ... I felt an electric shock on contact with his palm and could not help my breasts from reacting. Sacha noticed this immediately, of course. Sacha, an elevator and me? It's true that elevators have always had a shocking effect on me.
As I expected, the suite was highly sophisticated, with a contemporary design and discreet luxury, like a cocoon. I felt at home straight away and walked in silence over to the huge bay window overlooking the sea. It was pitch black and it looked as if the sea was breathing. The reflections of the city made it look luminescent. The night ahead held many promises.
Sacha took leave of the porter and approached me from behind. I was about to turn around to face him and talk, but he placed a finger on my mouth...
"Shh!" he said softly in my ear, stroking the lobe. "From now on, don't say a
When I arrived in Hong Kong I didn't even bother going to the bathroom. I knew he would probably just send one of his blokes to pick up the "delivery". So, no need to overdo it. I'd have plenty of time to wash and change at the hotel.
As I pushed my little trolley towards the exit, I just about choked (and fell onto the trolley) when I saw the tall figure detach himself from the crowd that had come to welcome the passengers.
Oh my God ... I looked like a slob. I hadn't even had time to shower before I left ... I started sweating and blushing at the same time, desperately trying to make myself small. I glanced to the right and to the left, carefully avoiding his direction. There was no way out. If I really prayed, maybe I would be able to completely disappear under the trolley!
Oh, woe is me...
I was totally panicked and made as if I was going to turn back, pretending to have forgotten something in the toilet.
"Liz? Liz? Yoo-hoo? Are you blind or what? Is something wrong?"
Sacha's stature dominated me. His jade-green eyes were planted on my flushed face. His raised eyebrow amplified his curiosity.
"Oh, no, uh ... sorry ... it's just that I thought ... well ... I didn't think you'd come in person ... I would have been a bit ... how should I put it ...refreshed, that's it ... refreshed ... if I had known that ... you'd be here..."
His laugh echoed across the airport hall like a rocket, making me jump!
"Liz, you're really ... uh, how can I say this ... priceless, that's it, priceless," he said mockingly, grabbing me by the shoulders.
I blushed even more and, apart from feeling terribly ridiculous, I just felt terrible.
He discreetly kissed me on the forehead. He would have to wait for a warmer reception! He stepped back, grabbed my trolley and said happily:
"Let's go straight to the hotel, I think you need a good bath!"
We took a taxi across the city. It was hot and humid. I kept my distance on the back seat where I was dripping with sweat, Sacha didn't seek any contact either. He was busy talking to a client on the phone. Wide-eyed, I took in every second of this nocturnal urban sight. The city was buzzing with men and women who moved like ants looking for sugar. Bright billboards hung on every corner of the walls and facades, giving the impression of an endless garland of fire, of a city never really knew the darkness of the night. I was blown away, enthralled by what was being offered to me. Hong Kong wasn't like New York. Hong Kong was unique.
The taxi stopped and I reluctantly tore myself away from the back seat. Sacha used this opportunity to bid his client farewell. I was dead tired from all the travelling, the jet lag and the rest, but I didn't want to miss a minute of this new adventure.
A porter opened the door and we entered a huge hall, done out entirely in marble and stained glass, reflections of the most luxurious establishments. Sacha led me to the elevator; we were still being escorted by a porter who carried my luggage. Even if he seemed unfazed, Sacha slipped a hand under my T-shirt in the elevator ... I felt an electric shock on contact with his palm and could not help my breasts from reacting. Sacha noticed this immediately, of course. Sacha, an elevator and me? It's true that elevators have always had a shocking effect on me.
As I expected, the suite was highly sophisticated, with a contemporary design and discreet luxury, like a cocoon. I felt at home straight away and walked in silence over to the huge bay window overlooking the sea. It was pitch black and it looked as if the sea was breathing. The reflections of the city made it look luminescent. The night ahead held many promises.
Sacha took leave of the porter and approached me from behind. I was about to turn around to face him and talk, but he placed a finger on my mouth...
"Shh!" he said softly in my ear, stroking the lobe. "From now on, don't say a
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