paying his child support. Moving slightly I realize I am pinned between his arm and chest. My head is draped across his upper body. He smells of citrus, fresh air and a hint of chlorine.
“Hey sleepy, are you hungry?”
As I stretch, he releases his grip on me. The absence of his touch creates an emptiness I can’t explain. “Yes .” My stomach growls in agreement.
“Good because I ordered us dinner.”
“Why are you always ordering for me?”
“I was just trying to be helpful. Does it make you mad? It sounds like you’re mad.” He looks hurt by my reaction.
“The first day that you ordered lunch for me, that made me mad. I think it was because everyone was being so mean to me and I felt like I was losing control. Since then you have proven to be a good judge of food and beverages so I am happy to eat whatever you have ordered. What are we having?”
“Snails and frog legs ,” he says boldly.
“Your joking right?” I am looking at him with my nose and mouth scrunched up.
“We are having roasted chicken, potatoes and green beans. I have also ordered a bottle of white wine. Will that be acceptable to you?”
“That sounds great, I am going to freshen up before dinner. I need to brush my teeth.”
I can hear him talking to someone at my door. It’s the food. I know this because I can smell it through the door. What is it about food today? Entering my room I follow the aroma to the table where it has been set up with china and wine glasses. If we only had candles it would seem like an actual date. This isn’t a date of course, it’s just a dinner between a client and a designer.
“Tony came back with your package, I had him leave it on your desk. I hope you don’t mind , but I browsed through your magazines while you were sleeping.”
“No that’s fine, I am glad you helped yourself. Sorry I fell asleep on you.”
Grinning at me he says, “That’s two times in a week, I am starting to get a complex.”
Getting ready to correct him, I remember the plane ride and decide to keep quiet. He laughs as we dig into our chicken. The skin is crisp , but the meat is moist and succulent. The potatoes are mashed and the green beans are cooked in butter and garlic. Picking up one green bean at a time I suck the garlicky butter off of each bean before I eat it. “Mmmm these are so good.” Michael has stopped eating and is staring at me. His eyes have darkened with passion.
“I could watch you eat all day.”
“Oh, shut up and eat, have you tried the green beans yet?”
“No, I think I am going to save them all for you.”
Picking up a green bean, I place it in Michael’s mouth. He pulls the green bean into his mouth until he reaches my fingers. Slowly, his tongue circles my fingers. The intimacy of the act almost makes me climax.
“Whew it’s hot in here, mind if I turn up the air conditioning?”
“It’s not hot in here Karlie.”
“Maybe it’s the wine.”
“It’s not the wine either.”
Michael stands and walks slowly to me. His hands move through my hair. He caresses my face. Surely he’s going to kiss me. Leaning towards me, he lightly brushes his lips against mine. He steps back and looks longingly into my eyes. I can see the hunger there. It matches my own. He grabs my hand and begins to walk me toward the bed. Oh my God this is going to happen. As we approach the bed he turns right and walks me to my door. Standing there he leans into me and brushes my lips again with his tender kiss. His mouth moves to my ear where I hear him whisper, “Close and lock the doo r Karlie, I will see you Monday,” and then he was gone. Don’t let him go! As the door closes I let out a scream of frustration and in return I hear him laugh his wonderful sexy laugh.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. Every time I opened my door I saw Tony or his replacement. Occasionally I saw Lloyd. My thoughts never strayed far from Michael and the feel of his lips on mine.
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“Hey sleepy, are you hungry?”
As I stretch, he releases his grip on me. The absence of his touch creates an emptiness I can’t explain. “Yes .” My stomach growls in agreement.
“Good because I ordered us dinner.”
“Why are you always ordering for me?”
“I was just trying to be helpful. Does it make you mad? It sounds like you’re mad.” He looks hurt by my reaction.
“The first day that you ordered lunch for me, that made me mad. I think it was because everyone was being so mean to me and I felt like I was losing control. Since then you have proven to be a good judge of food and beverages so I am happy to eat whatever you have ordered. What are we having?”
“Snails and frog legs ,” he says boldly.
“Your joking right?” I am looking at him with my nose and mouth scrunched up.
“We are having roasted chicken, potatoes and green beans. I have also ordered a bottle of white wine. Will that be acceptable to you?”
“That sounds great, I am going to freshen up before dinner. I need to brush my teeth.”
I can hear him talking to someone at my door. It’s the food. I know this because I can smell it through the door. What is it about food today? Entering my room I follow the aroma to the table where it has been set up with china and wine glasses. If we only had candles it would seem like an actual date. This isn’t a date of course, it’s just a dinner between a client and a designer.
“Tony came back with your package, I had him leave it on your desk. I hope you don’t mind , but I browsed through your magazines while you were sleeping.”
“No that’s fine, I am glad you helped yourself. Sorry I fell asleep on you.”
Grinning at me he says, “That’s two times in a week, I am starting to get a complex.”
Getting ready to correct him, I remember the plane ride and decide to keep quiet. He laughs as we dig into our chicken. The skin is crisp , but the meat is moist and succulent. The potatoes are mashed and the green beans are cooked in butter and garlic. Picking up one green bean at a time I suck the garlicky butter off of each bean before I eat it. “Mmmm these are so good.” Michael has stopped eating and is staring at me. His eyes have darkened with passion.
“I could watch you eat all day.”
“Oh, shut up and eat, have you tried the green beans yet?”
“No, I think I am going to save them all for you.”
Picking up a green bean, I place it in Michael’s mouth. He pulls the green bean into his mouth until he reaches my fingers. Slowly, his tongue circles my fingers. The intimacy of the act almost makes me climax.
“Whew it’s hot in here, mind if I turn up the air conditioning?”
“It’s not hot in here Karlie.”
“Maybe it’s the wine.”
“It’s not the wine either.”
Michael stands and walks slowly to me. His hands move through my hair. He caresses my face. Surely he’s going to kiss me. Leaning towards me, he lightly brushes his lips against mine. He steps back and looks longingly into my eyes. I can see the hunger there. It matches my own. He grabs my hand and begins to walk me toward the bed. Oh my God this is going to happen. As we approach the bed he turns right and walks me to my door. Standing there he leans into me and brushes my lips again with his tender kiss. His mouth moves to my ear where I hear him whisper, “Close and lock the doo r Karlie, I will see you Monday,” and then he was gone. Don’t let him go! As the door closes I let out a scream of frustration and in return I hear him laugh his wonderful sexy laugh.
The rest of the weekend was uneventful. Every time I opened my door I saw Tony or his replacement. Occasionally I saw Lloyd. My thoughts never strayed far from Michael and the feel of his lips on mine.
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