“Ms. Noire, you can stop calling me Mr. Hunter and start calling me James. No need for formalities.” He emphasizes the “Ms.” to make a point. He doesn't skip a beat. I see a little twinkle in his eye as he says, “Leave the door open if you'd like. Your choice.”
I am sure that once we have sex that he will lose interest in me quickly. He may love the chase, b ut I am going to speed this cat-and-mouse game up and get the heck out of here as quickly as possible. But do I really want to get this over with? I could stay with him forever if this is how he treats me.
I leave the door open and slowly undress in front of him. Bending over in full view, I roll my stockings down and slide my lace thong down my hips practically begging him to come in the bathroom. Hopefully he will storm in and take me right here on this marble floor. I imagine his rough hands grabbing my hips as he pushes deep into me from behind, and I can almost feel his breath on my neck whispering my name. Powerful and commanding, he cups my ass and pushes deeper into me as I moan uncontrollably.
Whoa! Stop that day dreaming , Eva.
I can feel James watching me and I flip my hair over my shoulder and give him my sexy bedroom eyes. Okay, this has to work. He is not going to be able to handle this seduction, right? Let's do this, Mr. Hunter. The longer that I am here the faster I fear I will fall for him. There has to be something wrong with him. He’s not perfect if he had to pay for my services, I remind myself.
He smiles and says, “How's the temperature of the bath? Too hot?” Damn him! I smile back and nod, “It's perfect.” I finish undressing without any peep show theatrics. Apparently he is immune to me. Hmmm...perhaps he isn’t into my looks ?
I am about five foot five with long, dark chestnut hair and hazel eyes. I am on the curvier side and definitely have a womanly body. No skinny butt here. Nope. I work my curves as best I can and most men seem to like my shape. Maybe he doesn't ?
I step in the hot bath and squirm a little before settling in and getting used to the temperature. As I close my eyes, I try to relax. I can barely hear his conversation on the phone. I slap the bubbles surrounding me trying to stop their buzzing around my ears so I have a better opportunity to hear.
“She's here, yes…I don't know….uh huh…” I can hear him talking, and apparently it's about me. I perk up a bit more and really try to stretch my hearing.
“Absolutely. She's taking a bath now....No, I will not do that!” His voice slightly raises and I can tell that his voice is straining a bit, trying to keep it to a whisper.
I hear nothing more. Hmmm? What is he up to? I really don't feel like I am in danger with him, so what is his story?
I hear the hotel phone ring and he calls to me, “Dinner is on its way up. There are some clothes in that Nordstrom bag in the connecting room to the bath. Go ahead and put something on. I got your measurements from Alexi.” I feel a bit of relief; anything coming from Nordstrom can't be too bad. I was picturing some leather S&M outfit I would be forced to wear. Phew!
I step out of the bath and look at myself in the big double vanity sink mirror. I can’t help but admire how good I look with the bubbles running down my naked body enhancing all the right curves. My breasts are pink and plump from the hot water and my nipples are hard from the contrasting shock of temperature now that I am out of the bath.
I run hands my from my neck, down to my breasts and slide down to my sex. I can imagine what his hands will feel like and my stomach clenches anticipating him. I feel my soft skin around my hips and imagine him firmly holding them as he bends down and kisses me down to my thighs.
Snap out of it , Eva! Whoa, he has me twisted!
I walk out of the bathroom stark naked, nothing but bath bubbles and wet glistening skin, and stand in
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