“I stay here, at the hotel when I’m in the city,” I tell her, wondering where I’m going with this, why I’d even bother to tell anyone.
Because I want to take her up to my room and have my way with her now. Enough with coffee, food, superintendents, truck drivers and real estate… I want what’s mine now…
I’m not surprised at my impatience, but I think Trudi is a little.
“What are you saying?” she asks, trying to hide her coy smile, blowing on her coffee and making me groan to myself as I feel myself shifting to full attention all over again.
“I’m saying after coffee I’d like to show you around…”
The rim of my dick…
“The room. My room…” I stammer.
Our room.
“I’m done!” She pipes in over me, almost squealing, barely giving me time to even think of a reason we’ve hardly touched anything. She’s surprised me and beaten me at my own game of thinking I have her all figured out. I think she wants what I want to give her as much as I need to give it right now.
The waiter returns, alarmed I’m leaving so soon.
“Is everything alright, Sir? I mean… if we can do anything else…” he stammers.
I’m standing now, covering myself with my napkin, which I decide to take with me.
“It’s fine, really. I… we really just have to go, that’s all.”
CHAPTER NINE
Trudi
“I’ll be filling you in tomorrow…” he says in his low, smoky voice while we wait for the elevator.
“Filling me in?” I ask, trying to sound sexy but falling short.
“About the real estate thing…. For now, for today. You’re mine, remember?” He growls and he guides me into the elevator with his huge hand, not even trying to keep his distance any more, which is fine by me.
I hope we’re not going up to his room to just look at the view.
Shit! This is really happening… okay, don’t panic… Kane’s nice. He’s really into you… just let him be into you…
I roll my eyes, groaning aloud, drawing a confused look from Kane as we step into the empty elevator.
“Never mind,” I whisper, realizing I have a lot of work to do in the suave sexy department, whereas Kane’s just a damned natural at it.
I feel his eyes on me the whole way up, what feels like six hundred floors. I feel myself getting wetter than ever too, wishing I’d packed a pillow instead of just changing panties.
Being in any enclosed space with Kane is unbearable, like having him so close and not touching him seems unnatural somehow.
Having him not touching me seems so unbearable.
“This is us,” he announces, taking a special key out of the controls as the door opens. I expect to see a hallway, maybe a lobby of some sort with other rooms, other doors. But it opens directly into what looks like a palace.
A freakin’ stadium.
Kane has to coax me out of the elevator, he’s having a little fun at my expense I can tell but it’s alright.
“I don’t get many visitors,” he confides, and seems to disappear around one corner before reappearing, “come through,” he says warmly and I do.
I’d follow him anywhere.
The whole floor must be taken up with his penthouse. There’s rich carpeting, velvet curtains and plush furniture. Stylish but not overcrowded. Everything looks too expensive to touch.
“But you don’t stay in this part, do you?” I ask him figuring I have him figured out, at least a little bit.
He holds out his hands, palms up and I go to them, go to him without hesitation.
“No, I don’t stay in this part. It’s the original rooms I think. Most of what’s up here is either a work in progress, or storage for things I have on the go, things planned that never panned out… or…”
“Or what?” I ask him. But he doesn’t answer, he just leads me through to another section of the top floor, up a few stone steps and we’re in what looks like a Spanish villa style place. We could be in Mexico or Madrid, or anywhere that’s not downtown.
Stone, earthy colors. Lots of timber and woolen rugs. A man’s man’s house, with a huge open kitchen overlooking a sparkling rooftop pool with what looks like an orchard of a garden on one side and the most breathtaking views of the city, sky and sea on the other.
“It’s beautiful…” I stammer, looking around me but not daring to take my hand from his. I feel him squeeze my hand gently as he takes us through, showing me around some more. There’s not a hundred rooms, just plenty of space and lots of clean, bright surfaces with killer views out every single one of the floor to ceiling windows.
“Beautiful,” I say again out loud.
“It sure is… just perfect,” he says and I turn to see he’s been staring at me the whole time, not even registering the view.
I can sense how he’s feeling now that we really are alone. I’m his, almost. And he’s relishing the experience as much as I’m uncertain about it all still. If I was nervous and excited before, it’s off the charts now. I’m not trembling, much.
I want Kane, I do. But I just don’t even know how a girl like me can translate those feelings into something someone like him will enjoy. I’ve never even kissed a guy, the very thought of it, with him makes me dizzy with excitement and fear all at the same time.
But Kane’s not scared, he’s got the situation well in hand, and mine is still in his.
“Still having a rotten day?” he asks, his mouth turning up at one side and I feel my head shaking, then feel him pulling me closer to him.
“Me neither,” he whispers, and he leans in, touching my lips so gently with his that I make another little sound, like I’ve landed on another planet and everything’s made of Kane.
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