“Greetings!” he said cheerily and held the door open for me.
I had put in a lot of effort for the night. I’d picked out an inky blue silk, cocktail dress that clung to my curves, and high black heels. A white buttery soft shawl lay entwined around my arms, and for my makeup I had gone for the dark, smoky look. My curls were held up in as neat a bun as I could manage.
“Hello, Rhett,” I said to him and he gently swung his arm to my back to lead me into his house. We entered a room first that looked like a foyer, where a uniformed man who must have been Rhett’s housekeeper offered me a glass of cucumber water on a silver tray.
The decor of Rhett’s house was the same old fashioned, opulent style as his office. I looked about me in awe as he led me through the hallways towards the living room and I marveled at the paintings, the luscious thick carpets, the crystal chandeliers…
“You have such a beautiful home,” I said to him when we finally entered his living room.
It was an effective mix of all the modern technology he might need with a touch of old-school charm. Exactly to my liking. Rhett and I had more things in common than I had suspected.
“Thank you. Growing up I didn’t have much, and now that I have the means, I don’t plan on holding back,” he said and I followed him with my eyes as he walked over to the corner bar.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked, and stationed himself behind the bar like a bartender. I smiled and walked towards him.
“Are cocktails on the menu?” I asked him and Rhett returned my smile.
“I worked as a bartender in New York for two years. That’s where I met my friends Hunter and Owen in fact,” he said and reached for a steel shaker. I arched my brows and bit down on my lip.
“Would you like to be surprised?” he asked and I smiled, watching him curiously as he went about making me a cocktail that I couldn’t guess.
“So you were a bartender before starting this company with your friends?” I asked him, while he finally poured my drink into a glass.
“Yeah,” he said and garnished the glass with a peel of lime.
“And before that?” I asked him and he pushed the glass towards me.
“Try it,” he said, ignoring my question and I grinned at the rich, red colored cocktail in front of me. I picked it up and took a sip.
“This is delicious! What is it?” I asked him, tasting hints of lime and grenadine.
“If I tell you the recipe, then you wouldn’t be coming back to me for more,” he said and poured himself some whiskey in a glass.
“So are you going to tell me more about yourself or keep avoiding my questions tonight?” I asked him when our eyes met. Rhett smiled, that devastatingly handsome smile of his, and walked around the bar to come closer to me. I felt goosebumps prickle my skin as I saw him reaching for the small of my back. Gently, he started leading me towards the center of the living room where the couches and chairs were.
“I don’t intend on avoiding any of your questions, Heidi. But before I tell you about me, you have to tell me about you,” he said and he indicated for me to sit down on the couch.
I did and crossed my legs while he took a chair in front of me. We were gazing longingly into each other’s eyes. This was all a necessary formality because I wanted this man with a delicious fire in my belly. I didn’t even know that I could be filled with this kind of desire.
“What do you want to know?” I asked him and took another sip of my unnamed red drink. Rhett sat back in his chair, his gaze not for a moment drifting from my face or my body.
“How did you end up here in Brunswick? What happened with Jake?” he asked and I took in a deep breath. I hadn’t spoken about Jake with anybody before, but neither had anybody pretended to be my boyfriend to save me from a sticky situation before.
Rhett was staring into my eyes, and I was confidently holding his gaze because I had decided to tell him everything.
“He broke up with me because he was jealous of my promotion,” I said and took a large gulp of my cocktail. It was nearly finished now and Rhett was watching me with an amused expression on his face.
“Wow. He’s an even bigger jerk than I thought he was,” he said and knocked back the whiskey in his glass. We both broke into laughter.
Chapter Twenty
Rhett
I’d arranged for dinner to be served on the balcony, overlooking the infinity pool at the back of the house and with a view of the harbor in the distance. The night was warm enough for us to sit outside, and Heidi was sitting across from me now, her face a warm orange color from the glow of the candle between us.
“And you won’t believe this but this one time, chef got me to make something simple…like hollandaise sauce or something for eggs Benedict and Jake lost it. Just because chef had spoken to me directly,” she said, laughing at the same time. I shook my head and laughed too. I was enjoying watching her speak, watching her laugh and lose herself for the night. On all other occasions that I had met her, Heidi had been somber and rigid, now she was truly herself and nothing before had seemed more beautiful.
“And what did he do to punish you this time? Withhold sex?” I said and Heidi burst out laughing again, so hard that she snorted. Then she looked embarrassed and covered her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed some more.
“As if I’d be able to tell the difference if he did,” she said and I arched my eyebrows.
“That sounds boring,” I commented and sat back in my chair. We’d finished eating our dinner at least an hour ago, but we had remained sitting at the table, drinking some more and talking.
In my books, this had been the perfect evening. I had managed to distract her from asking me questions about my life but continuously asking her questions about hers. And now after a couple of cocktails in her system, Heidi seemed to have forgotten about the stuff she was meaning to ask me.
Not that I had a problem telling her about my life, but the period of those three years while I worked for Massimo was something that I wanted to avoid. The last thing I wanted to do was make things up and lie to her. I wanted to do this right. I wanted to treat Heidi right.
When her laughter subsided, she took a large sip of her drink and placed her glass back on the table. A soft breeze had been blowing and it had made her hair come slightly undone. Strings of strawberry blond curls had fallen over her shoulders and they were the same color as her cheeks. She still had a smile dancing on her lips, and I couldn’t help but smile at her.
“I’m having a good time, Rhett,” she said and I nodded my head.
“Me too,” I told her and we looked at each other, trying to communicate with our eyes. I had told her that nothing else had to happen, that this night would be all about getting to know each other and sharing a meal together. But we both knew what was on each other’s minds. The chemistry and the spark was undeniable. This whole night had been about more than just two people eating dinner and having a few drinks…it was about our bodies, how we made each other feel.
It was still confusing for me. I wasn’t accustomed to feeling this way about someone, and a part of me was a little terrified of what it could lead to. I had always seen myself as a happy single bachelor. I didn’t want a family, the burden of responsibilities and I didn’t think I deserved them. I was living a luxurious, successful life and had a notorious past behind me. I didn’t want someone else, a girlfriend, a wife or my future children to ever have to find out the things I had done as a teenager. I was ashamed of myself, and that shame led to pushing away the possibility of ever settling down.
Now that I had met Heidi, all those thoughts were completely messed up and warped in my head. What could this dinner lead to? A few more dinners? Holidays? Her moving in with me? Talking about getting married? I was falling for her, that much was evident…but did I actually want all those things too? Couldn’t I just admire her from a distance?
“You look like you’re far away,” I heard her say and her sweet melodic voice interrup
ted my thoughts. Heidi’s green eyes were twinkling and large, her smoky eyelids, the pale orange lips, the smoothness of her skin, the slenderness of her neck…every inch of her was beautiful and I wanted it all.
“I was just thinking about work, stupid of me,” I said and she pursed her lips at me.
“Well, it’s getting late anyway,” she said and stood up abruptly from her chair. I stood up too, my heart stopping at the prospect of her leaving. I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.
“You’re leaving?” I said and she must have heard the pleading tone in my voice because she smiled and stepped towards me.
“I will if you want me to,” she said, and her heavy eyelids fell down, her cheeks had turned red…she was shy of what she had said.
“Stay,” I breathed the word out hoarsely and placed a hand on her hip. Heidi looked up at me and wrapped her arms around my neck and drew herself closer.
“Just the thing I wanted to hear you say,” she whispered, lifting herself up just a little to speak into my ear.
“I didn’t invite you to dinner for this, Heidi, you should know that,” I blurted out, even though my cock was already responding to her nearness…to her scent.
“I know that, but I want it now,” she said and I yanked her to me and our bodies collided. Our breath was falling on each other’s faces, her eyelashes fluttered, my breathing grew harsh…our lips were drawing closer together, till I couldn’t resist any longer and I kissed her.
Chapter Twenty-one
Heidi
Rhett’s hands found my breasts, and he squeezed them roughly while our lips were fused. I gasped and pulled away from him gently, and he leaned forward to kiss my neck.
It felt strange being touched like this by him outdoors, with the breeze in our hair…but it was exciting at the same time.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your body,” I heard him growl, as his lips left a wet trail down my neck, my cleavage and then he looked up at me. His blue eyes were bloodshot and looked dangerous. I had weaved my fingers through his hair, holding him tightly to myself.
“I’m going to take your dress off now,” he said and with his eyes holding my gaze, he slowly pulled down the zip on the side of my dress. I was holding my breath, as my dress slowly and gently fell apart and then slid down my body to the wooden floor of the balcony.
Rhett stepped away from me, to admire my body, and I felt shy under his gaze. But there was nothing but admiration in his eyes, which encouraged me to step towards him.
“Your turn,” I said hoarsely, and with a devilish grin forming on his face, he started unbuttoning his shirt. His jacket came off, then his shirt and I saw the rippling chiseled muscles carved on his torso. His skin was a light bronze and a faint tuft of dark hair peppered his chest that I wanted to run my fingers through. His waist was rigid and narrow and I watched him with heaving breasts as he started undoing his pants.
I was standing in front of him in nothing but my black lace lingerie and he was looking at me like he had never seen a naked woman before.
Rhett’s pants slid down and now he was naked too, in only his gray boxers and then he stepped towards me.
“You’re beautiful,” he groaned and grabbing the back of my head, he pulled me to himself again and started kissing me. My hands flew to his chest and I could feel his rough skin under my fingertips. I found his washboard abs, his flat stomach and then I found the courage to reach for the bulge in his boxers.
I felt Rhett’s muscles stiffen when I held him. He was throbbing and enlarged, aroused enough for me and my body shuddered at the thought of having him inside me again. While kissing me still, Rhett found the hooks of my bra and he undid them. My breasts were exposed now and his thumb found the stiffened sensitive peaks, which he began slowly massaging and playing with. With his other hand he started pulling down my panty, eventually flinging it behind him.
It was too much for my body to take. I was reeling from all the sensations. The insides of my thighs were dripping wet with my juices by now and I thrust my hip towards him. Trying to indicate through my body that I just wanted him to take me.
Rhett broke away from me and lowered his face to my breasts. He took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked. I gasped again, my skin tingling with goosebumps, my thighs quivering. I stroked his cock through his boxers harder. I could feel it growing in my hand and coming alive to my touch. Rhett’s mouth on my nipple was too erotic…I cried out and he pulled himself away from me.
With his brows kitted together, he looked up at me quizzically.
“I want you, Rhett,” I explained to him and in the next moment, I was squealing because he had grabbed me by the waist and thrown me over his shoulder. In a few large strides, he had reached the railings of the balcony where he plonked me down. I was facing him with the wrought-iron railing digging into my flesh while Rhett towered over me.
“What Heidi wants, Heidi gets,” he said and with our eyes locked together, I felt Rhett reach for my left knee. Gently he pulled it up so that my leg was now stretched upwards, supported by his hand. My wet hot core was in full view of him now and he looked down to better admire it.
“You’re going to be all mine,” Rhett said in a low guttural voice, while with his free hand he pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang into view, engorged and throbbing.
“I don’t have protection on me,” he said, staring at me wildly and I parted my lips.
“I’m on the pill,” I told him and I didn’t have to say another word to him as he had thrust himself into me.
I screamed, from the shock of having his cock inside me and from the sensation of the folds of my wetness being smoothly stretched with his size. He groaned when he had pushed himself deep inside and I closed my eyes. Having Rhett inside me was the most beautiful sensation I had experienced.
“Look at me, Heidi. I want to see your eyes,” I heard him say and with one hand he kept my leg folded up in position, and with the other he was holding my hair lightly as he began to pump into me.
I felt Rhett deep inside me. I could feel every move, every inch of the friction that his cock was causing. He had found the spot he needed to find, the one that I knew would make me come almost instantly. He stroked me; slid in and out with force and in quick, rhythmic motions. I gripped his muscular arms, digging my nails into his flesh as I tried to hold back, just a few moments longer. I didn’t want this to end.
“Don’t hold back, Heidi. Let yourself go my darling,” I heard him say and those words were all I needed to hear. I felt myself explode with force, and a cry escaped my lips. I was calling out his name, begging him to not stop and Rhett didn’t. He pumped into me, our bodies colliding and separating, my back digging into the railing, my hair open and flying around my face now…I was crying and laughing at the same time. My toes had curled, and I was gripping him even tighter. This was an orgasm like no other and my body soared for longer than ever before.
Rhett came just seconds after me, thrusting into me with an increased force and his face hardened. I kept my eyes open just as he asked and I saw the darkening of his pupils…how his face turned a deep red and how he groaned repeatedly as he emptied himself into me.
It felt like more than just sex. It was more than just him inside me…
Chapter Twenty-two
Rhett
We had both sunk to the floor and were breathing heavily. With our backs to the railings, we were sitting cross legged, looking at each other. Heidi’s face was flushed; her hair was tousled and everywhere. Naked still, she looked beautiful in nothing but the moonlight and I felt lucky that she had chosen to spend the night with me.
She bit down on her lip and had a mischievous glint in her eye like she was trying to suppress a giggle. I reached for her face and tucked in a stray curl behind her ear and she smiled. We were both happy and satisfied, and I couldn’t wait to get back my energy to ravish her body again.
“I wish we didn’t have to stop,” she said and I laughed.
“We don’t have to. We’re just taking a break now,” I said and I reached for her hands and pulled her towards me. She fell on me, resting her cheek on my chest and I gathered her into my arms, onto my lap, and we sat like that for a few minutes longer, in silence.
“It’s going to get very late,” I heard her say and then she looked up at me. Her green eyes were large and trained on my face. I could tell that she was trying to see how I might react to that statement. It didn’t bother me one bit, because I knew exactly how I was going to react to it. I was going to ask her to stay, spend the night with me…be the first woman I sleep in a bed with.
My new cellphone was on the table we were eating at and it rang, startling us both. I knew it was close to midnight by now, and I wasn’t expecting any calls. Massimo.
“I have to get this, sorry,” I said to Heidi and stood up and went to my phone hurriedly.
It was my mother calling, which was even more astonishing.
“Mom?” I said into the phone.
“Rhett. You have to come quick, son!” mom sounded agitated.
“What’s going on? Did something happen? Are you okay?” I could feel my heart quickening again.
“I’m fine…but I was out for dinner and came back to see that the house has been broken into,” she said and I could tell she was on the verge of crying.
“Have you called the cops?” I asked her, running over to where my clothes were lying discarded on the floor.
“I can’t…not yet. You should come here, son,” mom said.
“Give me ten minutes,” I told her and hung up.
I was already buckling my belt, when I looked up to find Heidi sitting where I had left her. Her back was straight and she was staring at me with a serious expression on her face.
“Another meeting huh?” she said and I stopped halfway while buttoning up my shirt.
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