“Oh I think our merger is a sure thing,” I reply as I step inside my house and stand aside so Natalie can enter.
She laughs and twiddles a strand of her silvery blonde hair around one finger. She looks down for a second and then looks up at me through her lashes, her smile widening.
“How about the tour first?” she asks.
“Sure,” I grin.
I would have preferred to have gotten straight down to business so to speak. It’s not like Natalie was going to be anything other than a one night stand. Why does she want to see every room of my house? The only room she needs to see is my bedroom. Still, it won’t take too long. Why not?
“So what’s down there?” she asks, pointing to a door off the hallway with a set of wooden steps leading down to a basement.
“Oh that’s where I keep the bodies of those who have double crossed me,” I laugh.
“No seriously? What’s down there?” she pouts. “I bet it’s a flashy wine cellar isn’t it?”
“Not exactly,” I laugh. “I’m more of a bourbon man.”
When it’s clear to me she isn’t going to relent and just let me whisk her off to the bedroom, I bite back the sigh and lead her to the stairs. I lead her down, pulling on the light as I step inside the door. Natalie laughs when we reach the bottom of the stairs and she sees the room.
The basement covers the entire length and width of my house in one room, and I’ve made it into a games room. There’s a full size pool table, several pinball machines, a dart board and a few video game machines. There’s also a well stocked bar in the corner, several high stools lining it, and half a dozen bean bags scattered around the room. I decide to make the most of the tour. I head for the bar and pour out two large bourbons. I hand one to Natalie who sips it and makes a face and then laughs.
“It’s strong,” she says.
“What can I say? I thought I’d get you drunk and take advantage of you,” I grin.
“Works for me,” she laughs.
I begin to relax a little as I sip the bourbon. Natalie is a sure thing. She hasn’t asked for the tour because she’s having second thoughts. She’s just nosey. I can deal with nosey.
“So, do you want to continue the tour or do you want me to kick your ass at pool first?” I ask.
She glances over at the pool table and then she smiles and shakes her head.
“The rest of the tour sounds good. I can do without the humiliation of being thrashed at pool,” she says.
I lead the way back upstairs.
“Yeah people say I’m pretty good with my balls,” I say, looking back over my shoulder and winking at Natalie.
“Oh I bet you are,” she grins back.
I reach the top of the stairs and take her into the lounge. It’s a reasonable sized room, with brown leather sofas, an entertainment system, a coffee table, and little else.
“Wow you like the whole minimalist thing don’t you?” Natalie remarks.
“What more would I need in here?” I ask, genuinely curious as to what she thinks is missing.
“I don’t know. The little things that make a house a home,” she says. She smiles. “This is such a bachelor pad. You need a woman’s touch.”
“The only place I need a woman’s touch is …” I trail off, nodding towards my crotch.
Natalie laughs and shakes her head, but she moves closer to me. I can smell the bourbon fumes on her breath when she whispers into my ear.
“That can definitely be arranged.”
“You know what?” I say. “Let’s finish the tour right here. The kitchen is a kitchen. Normal. Boring. My office is a no go area. So we may as well just head upstairs right now.”
I don’t wait for her to respond. I turn and walk from the lounge, heading for the stairs. I know she’s following me, eager to get to the good bit herself now. I reach the top of the stairs and lead her along another hallway.
“Bathroom. Linen closet,” I say pointing out doors as we pass them. “Spare bedroom. Another spare bedroom.”
“You know if you get bored of the corporate world, you would make an excellent tour guide,” she laughs.
“I aim to please,” I reply.
I reach the end of the hallway and stop outside of the final door. I throw it open with a flourish.
“And the only room you really wanted to see. My bedroom.”
Natalie gives me another one of those lust filled grins that makes my cock twitch, and steps into the bedroom. She looks around for a moment and then nods her approval. Obviously the addition of a wardrobe and a chest of drawers makes this room more suitably furnished to Natalie’s tastes. She misses the point in my opinion. It’s all still practical stuff. There is nothing in this room that distinguishes it from a soulless hotel room.
“Are you going to stand in the doorway all night then or are you coming in?” Natalie asks.
She downs the last of her bourbon and puts the glass down on the chest of drawers. I step into the room and kick the door closed behind me. The moonlight streaming in the window gives us enough light to see by and I don’t bother switching the light on. I down the rest of my own bourbon and stand my glass beside Natalie’s.
I go to her and pull her into my arms. My lips find hers and it’s like my kiss breathes life into her. She wraps her arms around me, her hands running up and down my back. Her mouth is hungry for me, her tongue probing into my mouth as her hands make their way beneath my shirt.
I run my hands down Natalie’s body, feeling the curve of her hips. I move one hand
