Her eyes search mine, she’s trying to read me. She slowly raises her glass. “Thank you Mr. Draz… I mean Johnathan.”
I lightly tap the rims together. “Congratulations Faith, not many people catch my interest as much as you have. I look forward to a very prosperous and gratifying partnership for both of us.”
I throw her a full on smile, appreciating the slight blush that flashes across her face. My eyes lock onto her mouth, flaring with heat as her lips wrap around the rim of the glass. I follow suite, taking a small sip. I’m not crazy about champagne, I’m more of a whiskey kind of guy. I can’t stop the corner of my mouth from twitching as her eyes lock onto the lips as they rest on the rim of my glass. She doesn’t even realize she’s staring.
Setting my glass down. “Shall we.” I snap her out of her trance as I reach over and grab the cover off her plate. Setting both lids to the side, wafts of and Fettuccini Carbonara and steak filter through the air.
“Oh my God this smells terrific.” Her eyes flutter closed as she inhales sharply over her plate of pasta.
“So I chose well?”
“I love Fettuccini Carbonara.” I watch as she artfully twirls her fork, catching random strands of fettuccini noodles with bacon. Her hand stops in midair a forkful of pasta resting next to those perfect plump lips. “How’d you know?”
I hide a small groan as she wraps her lips around the fork. “Lucky guess.” My cock jerks to life in anticipation of her sucking me off.
Forty-five minutes later, we both sit back laughing and drinking. The more I get to know this woman the more she intrigues me. She’s smart, has a cunning business mind and is sexy as hell. She’s actually the first woman to intrigue me since Jessica left.
Slowly, studying her with my eyes, I find myself wanting to know her intimately, from the inside out. I’ll always love Jessica. If she called, I’d go back to her in a heartbeat. For now though, Faith will more than fill the void. One thing I know for sure, there’s so much more to Faith Winters than meets the eye.
“So tell me Faith, who’s the lucky guy in your life?” I finally asked the question I’ve wanted to ask her since I laid eyes on her.
I watch her eyes snap to her plate as she contemplates how to answer. Good there’s no one else. Even if there was, there wouldn’t be after I get done with her.
“No one, I like being single.”
I want to laugh out loud. “I find that hard to believe.” My voice drops and octave, my eyes stalking her body.
“What’s hard to believe?”
I set my napkin on the table and slide my chair back. As I slowly stalk her way I watch her slowly breathing change. Stopping behind her chair I lean over resting my hands on the back of her chair. I purposely lean a little too far, tracing my nose and lips along her cheekbone until my lips come to rest on her ear. “I find it unbelievable, that a beautiful, sensual woman like you doesn’t have someone in her bed.”
“Who says I don’t have someone in my bed.” Her voice sounds like sexy.
“Well if you do, you won’t want them after you’ve had me.” I thread my fingers through her long auburn hair tugging her head backwards and locking my lips against hers. I just can’t fucking wait anymore. At first her lips refuse only making me want her more. Running my tongue along her bottom lip, come on sweet heart open up for me. Finally she opens up to me, her tongue twisting with mine. Her lips are so fucking sweet, they fit perfectly with mine. I tug on her hair and I deepen the kiss. My cock hardens like a rock as a small groan escapes her throat. I wrap my other hand around her delicate neck, taking everything I want and giving her a taste of things to come. Tightening my grip in her hair, and flexing my fingers around her neck, “do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you?” I pull her mouth from mine, both of us panting for more.
“So fucking stunning.” My eyes follow my thumb as I slowly run it along her jaw to her full lips. Lips that are swollen from our aggression. “You have a beautiful mouth Faith.” I rub my thumb across her bottom lip, parting them roughly.
Her eyes sparkle with lust as she nips the top of my thumb sending a jolt straight to my balls. “Fuck,” I growl as I twist my hand even tighter in her hair. Forcing my thumb into her mouth, “Suck.” I demand.
My cock hardens, pushing against my zipper as she flattens her tongue around my thumb, sucking it deep. Seductively she runs her tongue the length of my thumb, tracing and then flicking the tip.
“You want to play Princesses. Those lips are going to look sexy wrapped around my cock.” I pull her up by the hair, tightening my hand around her neck and jaw. Slamming her against the pillar next to our table I take her mouth. Her fingers grip my hair as we lose ourselves, nipping, biting, sucking. Soft moans escape her mouth, egging me on.
“You want me princesses?” I growl in her ear.
“Yes.” Her voice is laced with need.
“You’ve been playing hard to get, haven’t you princesses.” I whisper in her ear, sinking my teeth into her earlobe.
“Yes. Oh God.” She gasps from the pain, then moans from the pleasure. I release her hair grabbing both her wrists and pinning them above her head. A low guttural groan escapes her mouth as she pushes her body against mine.
Pushing my body against hers, I can feel her hard nipples brush against my chest. She moans as my lips seal over her. My right hand slides under her shirt, my thumb catching the edge of her bra and pulling it down, freeing her glorious tit. “Fuck I can hardly wait to suck and taste every fucking inch of your stunning body.” I trace her nipple with the pad of my thumb, flicking it harshly with my fingernail.
I can’t stop the moan that escapes my mouth. She grinds her hips against my cock, needy, wanting. I twist her nipple hard between my thumb and forefinger making her scream. “That’s right Princess, feel how good the pain can feel.”
Releasing her wrists I pin her to the pillar with my body, trapping her mouth with mine. Her fingers wrap in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. Fuck. I slide my hands down her rib cage and over her hips reaching the hem of her skirt. “I bet you’re fucking wet. Yanking her skirt up, bunching it at her waist, I kick her feet apart, yanking on foot over my hip.
“Oh God please.” She moans grinding against my rock hard erection.
“Not yet Princess. You don’t get my cock on the first date, I’m not that kinda guy.” I chuckle low. I grab her wrists pinning them above her head again, letting my other fingers slide down to her soaked snatch. “You are so fucking wet.”
Her body arches as I circle her clit through the lace of her thong with my thumb.
“Oh Johnathan please.” Her hips grin and buck against my hand.
“Fuck Princess.” I slide her panties to the side, roughly circling her hard nub. “Greedy little Princes.” I pinch her clit hard making her moan and scream. “That’s it Princess, show me what you like.” I slide a finger deep into her folds, letting out loud moan. “Fuck you’re tight. When I fuck you Princess, and I Will fuck you soon, my cock is gonna make you beg.” I thrust two fingers in, rubbing her clit with my thumb while I pump my fingers into her greedily.
“Oh God please.” Her voice is needy.
“That’s right Princess, beg.” I feel her quiver around my fingers. “Not yet.” I pull my fingers out running her juices across her lips.
“Ah, no.” She immediately sucks my fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking hard, making my cock strain.
I pull my fingers from her mouth. “I wanna taste you on my tongue.” Our lips lock, both working to taste each other. Our tongues playing and dancing like old dance partners.
Suddenly my phone goes off on the table. I know that ringtone – Jessica. I step back, both of us gasping for air.
“Sorry, I have to take that.” I run my hands through hair, trying to catch my breath.
“What?” There’s a look of disbelieve on her face.
I stride over to my phone, picking it up off the table. “Jessica?” I whisper, eyeing th
e screen. “I have to take this, I’ll be right back.” I walk to the other side of the room, turning my back. “Hello, Jessica?” I turn back to motion to Faith, finding an empty room. Fuck!
Chapter Five
Faith
I let my finger mindlessly tap against the keys. My nails clicking softly, revealing their own form of morse code. Tap. Click. Tap - Tap. My brain shut down yesterday after Johnathan left me hanging to answer a phone call from his ex-wife. Really? Who the fuck does that?
Rolling my eyes, I can’t believe I let things get so out of hand. How stupid can I be, especially with a man like Johnathan Drazen. I snort softly, everything they say about him is true. Well thank god he’s on his way back to L.A. for the holiday. I don’t have to deal with him and I can get what I need out of his office.
I’m just biding my time until everyone leaves early for the holiday weekend. Today is the perfect day to get pictures of the China Hotel file. It’s the Friday before the Fourth of July and the office is practically empty. As my fingers slow, my eyes scan the large windows lining my office, revealing a floor that looks abandoned and unloved.
Pulling my fingers from the keys, I listen. Nothing.
Standing and stretching, twisting at the waist, I have to get a new freaking chair.
I pull open my bottom desk drawer and grab my burner phone from its designated pocket. I quickly tap in my access code, silencing the ringer. Quickly, swiping my thumb across the screen, I open the camera app made especially for my phone. I reach into the front pocket of my purse, grabbing the pick tools I’ll need for any locks I run up against. I slide them into my front pocket, with my phone.
I need to get this done - today. The head office has been hounding me for days to get them this information. You’d think they’d have enough with the computer files I sent them, but I guess there was nothing in them. Butterflies explode my stomach, fluttering nervously. Johnathan’s in his jet flying to L.A., this I have verified. I
I grab the New York file that Johnathan had given me earlier, using it as a decoy, just in case someone catches me in his office. I make my way to the door, and out into the hall - listening. Scanning the rows of cubicles, I make sure everyone is gone. Silently, I make my way across the hall to Johnathan’s office. His door sits open, inviting me in. This has to be fast.
Walking over to his desk I scan the top looking for anything marked China. I couldn’t get so lucky as to find what I want without having to dig. Carefully my fingers flip through the papers and numerous files that are strewn across his desk. For such a successful business man this guy really needs to get organized. Nothing.
I go straight for the drawer I know he keeps his files in, on the bottom right. Giving it a gentle tug — the drawer doesn’t move. Locked. Bingo.
My eyes quickly scan my surroundings making sure I’m still alone. Grabbing the picks from my pocket, I nimble work the two tiny steel rods, twisting and turning. With a slight click, I’m in. I grin. He really needs to replace this old desk with a new, more secure desk.
Sliding the drawer open, there laid out in front of me are numerous multicolor folders neatly labeled. Okay maybe Johnathan has some organizational skills.
Softly, I let my fingernails tick along the name tags until I come across two files labels China. Two? Grabbing both files I start with the one on the top. I flip it open, grabbing my camera and snapping pictures of both sides of the page. Quickly, and methodically I snap my way through the first file, flipping it closed. Opening the next file I stop short. Invoices and customs forms? Hmmm. As if on auto pilot I start snapping photos of every receipt and scrap of paper in the folder, making sure to replace them in the exact order I found them.
With one last click. Done. I sigh, tension escaping my shoulders. Now I just need to put these back, lock the drawer and get the hell out of here.
Suddenly, I hear a faint squeaking coming from down the hall. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I feel my pulse racing in my ears, I forgot about the cleaning crew. Quickly, I slide the desk drawer open, returning the folders to their designated spot. Locking the drawer, slipping my tools and camera back into my pocket, I step back and scan his desk making sure nothing is out of place. Sliding his chair back, I grab the New York folder. I hold my breath, making my way across his office. I’m about out, I pick up the pace. I’ll have to come back another time to finish searching his office. I find it hard to believe those are the only two folders on his China Hotel, but that’ll have to wait for another time.
Just as I step from his office Maria rounds the corner, pushing her cleaning cart. I slam into the cart, cleaning supplies scattering everywhere.
“Oh my, Lordy!” Her body jerks back as her eyes spring open.
A can of pledge rolls aimlessly in my direction. “Oh Maria!” I fake a gasp. “You scared me.”
“Lordy, Lordy!” She fans herself, gasping to catch her breathe.
I bend and grab the can of Pledge. “I’m so sorry. Let me help you with that.” I make sure to set the file in her sight, I want her to see the name ‘New York Hotel’ stamped across the front. If she’s ever ask, she’ll never know I was up to no good.
I squat, helping her pickup the cleaning supplies.
“Thank you dear.” Her eyes flicker to the folder then back to me. “You’re working late.”
I grab the folder, grinning to myself. “Yeah, Mr. Drazen needs this done by Monday.”
Her eyes scan the folder and smile warmly. “Well don’t stay to late dear. It is a holiday weekend you know.”
Sadness slams into my gut. I was trying not to remember the holiday. While everyone is celebrating with sparkles and fireworks I’ll be drowning my sorrows in a bottle of something eighty proof.
“No worries Maria. I’ll be taking this home with me.” I throw her a playful wink. “I’ll be able to get it done over the weekend.”
I walk with her as she makes her way down the hall. “Well don’t work too hard dear.” She pushes her chart past my office.
“You either Maria. Enjoy the fireworks.” Those words burn my tongue as my pleasant wishes leave my lips.
Walking to my desk, I toss the files in my briefcase and lock my desk. I stop scanning my office, making sure I have everything I need. I walk from my office into a holiday that I wish had never existed. If I drink enough, I won’t remember the day. That’s what I usually do.
Chapter Six
Faith
As I step through the security door, I smell him before I see him. Cloves, fresh pine and a crisp woodsy smell tickle my nerve endings making them dance with delight.
Slowly, I make my way up the stairs, revealing my very handsome neighbor sitting in the hall. A metal ashtray sitting on his right, a bottle of wine on his left.
“Ciao.” His warm voice resonates through the hall. He aggressive tamps out his cigarette, while releasing a thin wisp of smoke through his plump lips. That’s what smells like cloves, Italian cigarettes. His warm voice ripples through the air causing my nerve endings to crave his touch. Damn he’s hot.
“Um - hello.” My apprehensive voice falls at his bare feet. My eyes travel from his dark brown eyes to the fire extinguisher hanging above his head, to the no smoking sign hung above the extinguisher. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be smoking in the hall.” I point to the sign and the obvious extinguisher.
His head tilts back revealing his masculine jaw dusted with day old stubble. His eyes scan the sign. “You always do what you’re supposed to?” His lips twitch with humor as his eyes flare with double meaning.
“Excuse me?”
My eyes widen as this hunk of a man stands to full height in front of me. Holy shit. He grabs the wine and throws me a sexy grin.
“What’s that?” I point to the wine. Well that was a stupid question.
“I’m the welcoming committee.” His voice is playful.
I throw him a confused look, cocking my head to the side. “Welcoming Committee?”
“You know.” He spreads his
arms wide. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” He chuckles.
“Umm. I think you have that backwards. I was here first. So I should be bringing you a bottle of wine, welcoming you to the neighborhood.
His eyes twinkle. “Come voui tu.” He thrust the bottle of wine in my hand.
Heat rages through my system. I could listen to his accent all night long.
“Fine. You bring the wine. Come over and welcome me to the neighborhood.” He turns and grabs his ashtray off the floor. Looking back over his shoulder, “throw your things in your apartment, I’ll leave the door open.”
I just stand there, my mouth hanging open. What the hell just happened? I watch as he disappears through his door, leaving it wide open. My eyes flicker from the bottle in my hand, to his door and back. Do I actually want to have a glass of wine with him? Yes! My subconscious screams!
Suddenly his face appears in the door way. “Are you coming?”
Not yet. Stop it! I screw my eyes shut counting to three. If he’s still standing there this isn’t a dream. One, two, three. Slowly I open one eye, yay, he’s still there?
“Are you okay?” His lips twitch playfully.
My eyes lock onto his lips, god I wonder what they feel like. A small moan escape my throat.
Suddenly, I see his eyebrows shoot upward.
Oh god I moaned out loud. I feel a hot blush race across my cheeks. Shit. “Yes, I’m fine.” I snap into action, unlocking my door and setting my bags inside the door. I flick my feet, flipping my shoes through the door into the middle of the living room. I snatch my phone from my purse, locking my door. Turning on my heels, I need a drink. “Let’s drink!” I happily announce as I stride into his apartment.
I stop suddenly as I notice the candles flickering softly in the breeze. His patio door is open with two cushy chairs sitting next to each other. A little wooden table with two wineglasses perched on top, sits in front of the chairs.
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