mouth on my soft, sensitive skin. I begin to squirm under him, enjoying the friction of him pressing up against me.
All of a sudden he stops and looks down at me with a weak smile and I can see pain in his eyes. He is almost panting—he is breathing so hard.
Sitting up he takes my both of my hands in his and I can feel the connection between us shift from intimate passion to distant and cold. Oh no, how can such passion disappear so quickly?
“Thanks for a wonderful evening , Sophia. I will call Alexi later and set up our next date.”
He slips off of the bed and points to the back bedroom. “Go ahead and change back into your other outfit or keep what you have on. There are shoes and other coats in that closet that you can have as well.”
I sit their dazed as to how strangely this has ended. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad that I touched him? I gather myself and nod. Perhaps I got too carried away. My body is still tingling from our make-out session and his scent lingers.
“Thanks , Mr. Hunter. I will just change back into my original outfit. I hope...um...” I stutter my words and I feel like we just met for the first time. Again he is a stranger to me. “Thanks for a wonderful evening and dinner.” Avoiding saying his name feels good. I feel rejected and hurt. What is his problem with me?
I walk back to the bathroom and gather my clothes and change as speedily as I can manage. I try not to sulk. I am a professional. I am used to guys treating me badly, so why should I care about how James ended the evening? He’s no different than all the rest.
I sigh deeply as I close my eyes and take a deep breath. But, for a moment it felt as though it would be different. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
Raising my eyes, I stare at myself in the mirror, taking inventory of my tousled hair and swollen lips. I can still feel him kissing me. That’s when I notice that he gave me a hickey on my neck. I stand there in the bathroom grinning.
Possessive men are known for marking a girl to claim their territory. I feel like a giddy school-girl.
I fold the jeans and sweater and slip them back into the Nordstrom bag. I am still wearing the Cosabella lingerie. I haven’t owned nice lingerie like this ever. He did say that I could keep them, right?
When I walk out to the main room he is not there. His butler is standing at the door and gestures to the threshold of the suite. “Ms. Noire, Mr Hunter had to leave suddenly. I will be escorting you to the elevator.”
The elevator door dings as it opens and I look up to see James. My mouth drops open and my heart is pounding out of my chest. For some reason I am struck with fear. Not of him but fo r him. James nods at his butler and Randy retreats and heads back to the suite.
James is standing in the elevator soaking wet. He motions for me to be quiet with a finger over his lips. His dark eyes are stormy and his strong masculine jaw is clenching.
I step in the elevator and the doors close. He speaks in a deep, dark voice, “I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodnight. I am sorry. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Oh.” That is all I can manage to say in response. I am trying to wrap my head around his unconventional behavior.
He pushes me against the door as the elevator stops suddenly and he kisses my cheek. I can feel his shaky breath on my neck . My knees go weak. Our cheeks are touching but we don’t kiss. The sexual tension is thick and I struggle with the appropriate response.
“Sleep well , Sophia. I will see you tomorrow.” He lips caress my hand and he backs out of view as I step out of the elevator. I turn around only to see the doors close and him nowhere to be seen. I miss him already.
I walked out across the marbled floor lobby the same way I entered. But meeting James Hunter has changed everything, myself
All of a sudden he stops and looks down at me with a weak smile and I can see pain in his eyes. He is almost panting—he is breathing so hard.
Sitting up he takes my both of my hands in his and I can feel the connection between us shift from intimate passion to distant and cold. Oh no, how can such passion disappear so quickly?
“Thanks for a wonderful evening , Sophia. I will call Alexi later and set up our next date.”
He slips off of the bed and points to the back bedroom. “Go ahead and change back into your other outfit or keep what you have on. There are shoes and other coats in that closet that you can have as well.”
I sit their dazed as to how strangely this has ended. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad that I touched him? I gather myself and nod. Perhaps I got too carried away. My body is still tingling from our make-out session and his scent lingers.
“Thanks , Mr. Hunter. I will just change back into my original outfit. I hope...um...” I stutter my words and I feel like we just met for the first time. Again he is a stranger to me. “Thanks for a wonderful evening and dinner.” Avoiding saying his name feels good. I feel rejected and hurt. What is his problem with me?
I walk back to the bathroom and gather my clothes and change as speedily as I can manage. I try not to sulk. I am a professional. I am used to guys treating me badly, so why should I care about how James ended the evening? He’s no different than all the rest.
I sigh deeply as I close my eyes and take a deep breath. But, for a moment it felt as though it would be different. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
Raising my eyes, I stare at myself in the mirror, taking inventory of my tousled hair and swollen lips. I can still feel him kissing me. That’s when I notice that he gave me a hickey on my neck. I stand there in the bathroom grinning.
Possessive men are known for marking a girl to claim their territory. I feel like a giddy school-girl.
I fold the jeans and sweater and slip them back into the Nordstrom bag. I am still wearing the Cosabella lingerie. I haven’t owned nice lingerie like this ever. He did say that I could keep them, right?
When I walk out to the main room he is not there. His butler is standing at the door and gestures to the threshold of the suite. “Ms. Noire, Mr Hunter had to leave suddenly. I will be escorting you to the elevator.”
The elevator door dings as it opens and I look up to see James. My mouth drops open and my heart is pounding out of my chest. For some reason I am struck with fear. Not of him but fo r him. James nods at his butler and Randy retreats and heads back to the suite.
James is standing in the elevator soaking wet. He motions for me to be quiet with a finger over his lips. His dark eyes are stormy and his strong masculine jaw is clenching.
I step in the elevator and the doors close. He speaks in a deep, dark voice, “I couldn’t let you leave without saying goodnight. I am sorry. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Oh.” That is all I can manage to say in response. I am trying to wrap my head around his unconventional behavior.
He pushes me against the door as the elevator stops suddenly and he kisses my cheek. I can feel his shaky breath on my neck . My knees go weak. Our cheeks are touching but we don’t kiss. The sexual tension is thick and I struggle with the appropriate response.
“Sleep well , Sophia. I will see you tomorrow.” He lips caress my hand and he backs out of view as I step out of the elevator. I turn around only to see the doors close and him nowhere to be seen. I miss him already.
I walked out across the marbled floor lobby the same way I entered. But meeting James Hunter has changed everything, myself
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