Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
It’s been a long time since a man has touched me in any shape or form.
“Good, keep going,” he coaches me as his lips take mine again, the kiss lingers this time, a little more tongue. “That’s it.” He pulls me closer and our kiss deepens, his tongue swipes through my mouth and I feel my feet float off the floor.
“Excellent,” he breathes against my lips. “More.” My body completely melts against his as he really kisses me.
Good lord….
We pull out of the kiss and he steps back from me, his eyes locked on mine. “Very good, Elizabeth.” He smiles darkly. “I sense a tiger trapped inside of you.”
“You’re hilarious.” I turn toward the window and widen my eyes to myself in horror.
Lock it up, bitch.
“I think that’s enough practice for today,” I say sternly. “The conference doesn’t start until tomorrow.”
“Good idea.” He adjusts his dick in his suit pants. “Not sure I could handle any more today to be honest.”
I feel myself blush.
“Do you want to grab some dinner?” he says casually.
“I….” I hesitate, I do want dinner but not with him.
“Just food.” He smirks as if reading my mind. “I know a great restaurant not far from here.”
“Umm.” I shrug, I guess it couldn’t hurt. I have to see him all weekend anyway. “Sure.”
“Let’s say meet in the foyer in….” He glances at his watch. “In an hour?”
I nod.
He turns to leave and then turns back. “Oh, and Elizabeth.”
“Yes.”
“Wear the black dress and your new heels.”
I go to open my mouth to protest.
“And the black lingerie,” he adds.
“I really don’t think….”
“Stop thinking and do as I say,” he cuts me off.
“It’s just dinner between work colleagues,” I tell him.
“I know, but if you know how good you look in one outfit, why would you wear anything else? Stop hiding yourself, Elizabeth.”
My eyes search his.
“I’ll see you soon, wearing the red lipstick, in the black dress, the black heels and the black lingerie.”
“Nobody is going to see my lingerie, Thomas.” I sigh.
“You will, Elizabeth.” His eyes hold mine. “You will.” He tucks a piece of my newly blond hair behind my ear. “And that’s the only person that matters.” He smiles softly. “Wear it for you.”
Without another word he turns and leaves, the door clicks closed behind him and I stare at it for a beat.
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
A million emotions run through me, none of them corporate or innocent.
I rush to the bathroom and strip off my clothes and put a shower cap on over my newly blow-dried hair, I don’t want to mess this up. Lord knows it will never look this good again.
I stand under the hot water of the shower as my mind wanders back to our kiss and the way he pulled me closer.
A slow throb is beginning to build….
Stop. It.
Business transaction…nothing more.
The elevator doors open and I step out into the hotel foyer.
As requested I’m wearing my sexy new clothes. A black wrap dress with a plunging neckline, black strappy stilettos, and if I move the right way my black lace bra peeks out. Oh and who could forget the red lipstick?
For me….
Ha, who am I kidding? Me has nothing to do with this but I do like the pretense of it anyway, it won’t hurt to humor him a little.
“Wow.” Thomas smiles as his eyes drop to my toes and back up to my face. “Elllllizzzbeeeth,” he purrs. “Meeee-owww.”
I try to hide my goofy smile. “Stop it, you fool.”
He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you.”
“Shall we go?”
“Uh-huh,” He takes my hand in his and leads the way.
“We don’t need to practice holding hands.”
“Who’s practicing?” He smiles over his shoulder. “I’m showing you off.”
“Handsome and full of shit.” I roll my eyes. “You are the jack of all trades, Thomas.”
He chuckles and kisses my hand as it rests in his. “Master of none.”
We walk up the street and I concentrate on not wobbling in my shoes, it’s been a long time since I wore heels. “So where is this restaurant?” I ask.
“Just up here.” He gestures to the street. “The food is unbelievable.”
Like the night.
Who would have ever believed I would be in Paris at Christmas dressed like this with a man like him…. I know this is all a sham but damn it’s fun pretending.
We arrive at a small quaint restaurant; it has huge windows, and black wrought-iron chandeliers hang low. Thomas pushes through the heavy front doors and we arrive at the reception desk. “Bonjour, j’ai une table réservée au nom de Stone,” he says.
The waiter smiles. “Par ici, monsieur.” We follow him to a small round table near the window, two tall red candles flicker in crystal holders upon the table and it looks straight out of a movie set. Thomas pulls my chair out. “Thank you.” I smile as I take a seat and he does too.