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waves of ebony hair. “You can sit down,” she said, shyly. He pulled
the chair and seated himself gracefully, never taking his eyes from her. “You
are exquisite,” he sighed. She cast her eyes down modestly.
    “Thank you for coming to see me again,
Nina,” Tomas continued, “I'm sure last week must have been a very strange
experience for you.” She gazed back up, a bit warily. “I seem to be remembering
things that could not have actually happened,” she said, trying to keep her
voice even, searching his face for a reaction. His gaze remained unflinching.
“They did happen, Nina. I showed my true nature to you, and you gave yourself
willingly. And came back to me willingly. I hope, anyway,” he added, suddenly
seeming like a bashful boy.
    What a charmer! He had a sparkle in his
eyes, but was it attraction, or just amusement? Was it danger? Nina didn't feel
threatened; she felt chemistry, connection. “There are no marks on me, Tomas,”
she said. “I can leave them, if you want,” he said, leaning toward her
conspiratorially, eyes flashing, and then chuckling at her horrified expression
and adding, “It's easy for me to heal you, though. I'd better do it this time
before you fall asleep; that way you will understand.”
    They enjoyed their drinks and chatted about
their jobs, he was in the business of importing furniture and handicrafts from
Eastern Europe, operating out of Belgrade, Sofia, Tirana and a number of other
cities she found very exotic. He taught her how to say “Pleased to meet you” in
Serbian ” Drago mi je ”, she repeated, to his delight. She told him about
the advertising business, and he was very impressed to find that she had
created advertisements that had appeared on television, for brands he recognized.
“Maybe you can create some advertisement for my business,” he purred in his
delicious dark voice.
    They were leaning together intimately, and
their eyes met in a moment of silent intensity. Nina was overwhelmed with
desire. Tomas stood, left a fifty dollar bill on the table and swept her from
her seat and out of the bar. They said nothing on the elevator ride to the
room; he just held her close against him as they breathed each other's
intoxicating scent. Unable to resist any longer, he buried his hands in her
hair as their mouths met, his cool and seeking, hers warmer and receiving, lips
and tongues at play. Her heartbeat quickened, and she felt desire throbbing
through her body.
    The elevator chimed as they stopped on
their floor, and the doors slid open as they reluctantly withdrew from each
other, but only for as long as it took to get inside the room. Tomas removed
his jacket and Nina's wrap, and then drew her back against him, kissing her
deeply. She unbuttoned and removed his shirt, making him stop kissing her for
just a moment so she could pull his tee shirt over his head, and then he
murmured, “Let's go over to the table.” She wondered about that, but as she
accompanied him over to the carved wooden table, she noticed that it faced a
mirror. He turned her to face the mirror, so she could watch herself being
taken.
    Tomas stepped behind her as she stood in
front of the table, looking into the mirror. His shirtless torso rippled with
muscle as he reached up and slipped the dress off of her creamy white
shoulders, rolling it down over her body until it fell to the floor. He admired
the sexy bra and panties, then kissed her neck gently as he unfastened the
clasp of the lacy bra, freeing her lush breasts. He slipped the lingerie off as
well, and she stood in front of him, her skin glowing luminous in the lamplight
from the nearby desk.
    He kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear
as he slid his hands around her full breasts, squeezing them and rolling the
nipples between his fingers, making them stiffen in reaction. Nina moaned
softly and leaned back against Tomas as she gave in to the pleasure; she
reached behind herself with one hand and sought out his erect member,