The Art of Seduction

by Kayla C. Oliver

  Chapter Fourteen

  Rob

  I glanced over at the calendar and sighed, thinking about how just four days before, I had been sitting on that island with Tiffany, no cares in the world. Now it was Thursday, and I was working frantically to finish up the marketing project that I had been working on for months. It never dawned on me when I stayed an extra night at the inn that I would have such a busy week afterward. From the moment I walked into the office on Monday, work had been nuts. I felt like I couldn’t get my feet under me, even when I tried.

  There were late night meetings Tuesday and Wednesday, and when I say late night meetings, I mean I might as well have slept at the office. Both of those meetings not only kept me up for days, they also kept me from going to Happy Hour to see Tiffany, and I was worried that it would severely affect the way that she looked at me.

  I knew that both of us had busy lives, and I knew it probably bothered Tiffany that I hadn’t shown up to see her, but there was nothing I could do about that. She hadn’t called or texted, and I hadn’t seen her since I left her sleeping that Monday morning. I knew I’d only spent a couple of days with her, but those days were the best I had ever had. Not hearing from her afterward was really starting to bother me. I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t reach out to me, unless she was upset.

  I had dated around, met women during my travels, and had a couple semi-serious relationships in the past, but none of them were anything like Tiffany. I had never felt that way about a woman, and I had only really spent good solid time with her over the weekend. I’d always thought she was cute and sweet, but until we found each other upstate, I’d had no idea what kind of woman she really was. It was times like these that I really wished my parents were alive; two people that knew me better than anyone, who could give me advice on what to do.

  I knew that I would have to figure out a way to see her. There was no way I could just let a weekend like that go by and not follow up on it. It had been torture to leave her there, still sleeping, but I had to get back to work. Nevertheless, I had promised myself that I would see where this relationship could go. All I could do was see her and hope beyond hope that she hadn’t changed her mind about me, especially since I’d pretty much disappeared. When lunch hit, I figured there was no better time than right then to reach out and make plans to see Tiffany. I closed my office door and called the bar.

  “Hey,” I said when they answered. “I come to your Happy Hour pretty regularly and there’s one bartender that I prefer. Would you be able to tell me if Tiffany is working tonight?”

  “Ummm,” the girl on the other end said. “It looks like, yes, she’s working the Happy Hour shift.”

  “Great,” I said. “Thanks a lot.”

  “No problem,” she said, hanging up the phone.

  So, Tiffany would be behind the bar, which was the perfect place to pin her down and make her hear me out. There weren’t any more late-night meetings on the books, since the project was pretty much complete. It was going to be launching very soon, and in fact, I had just sent it down to post- production. That meant my work with it was done until the launch, and nothing would keep me from heading down to Happy Hour that night and catching up with Tiffany.

  I went out to the lounge, grabbed a cup of coffee and granola bar, and headed back to my office. Once I was shut inside, I sat down in the chair and leaned back, thinking about what exactly I was going to say when I saw her. Nerves started to bubble up in my chest, realizing that I hadn’t really thought about the fact that I would have to be the one doing the talking and explaining why in the world I’d disappeared like that. I was never very well versed in things like that, which was probably why I was usually single. I always got tongue-tied and ended up saying something ridiculous.

  I knew I could go to Troy or Riley and talk to them about it, but I wasn’t sure if they would even know what to say. Their minds were on families, kids, and wives, not girlfriends and dating; they had already navigated that field. Most likely they wouldn’t be very much help at all. I would end up with some cheesy advice like “happy wife, happy life,” or something else equally as useless. I sat there thinking about different ways to explain to Tiffany, rehearsing the words like I was auditioning for a school play. I guess in a way I was auditioning, and I was hoping she didn’t think I’d blown it the first time around.

  After several minutes of talking to myself and getting frustrated, I decided that coming up with things beforehand was going to be a waste of time. What I was going to have to do was just go to her job that evening and talk to her without thought. Just put it out there, and hope that it worked out in my favor.

  When work finally ended, I tied up the last of the loose ends. It was always frustrating when you thought you were done with something and the next step landed on your desk an hour before the end of the day. I headed down to the bar, knowing that it was late, but that Tiffany would still be there for at least another hour or so; she usually stayed until the main crowd had gone and switched over right before the night crowd came on duty.

  When I got there, I walked in the door and saw her standing there at the computer, cashing out one of her customers. She glanced up at me and did a double-take, her cheeks turning red. She looked back down at the computer and tried not to get distracted from what she was doing. I didn’t mean to give her that reaction, but I guessed I would have done a double-take if I were her too. At that point, I would have figured that I was never going to come back to see me.

  I walked down the bar and sat in my normal seat, putting my hands in front of me and waiting until she turned toward me. She smiled at the exiting customer and then grabbed her towel, wiping her hands as she walked toward me. I could feel the nerves in my chest start to rise.

  “Hey,” she said, in her normal bartender greeting. “You want your usual?”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head and grabbing her hand. “I want to apologize for leaving you the other morning without saying anything. I had early morning meetings that I had forgotten about, and you looked so comfortable that I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “Okay,” she said, pulling her hand back and putting it on her hips. “Then where have you been since then? I haven’t seen you at all in four days.”

  “I know,” I said. “I tried to get down here the last couple of days, I swear, but I had a huge marketing project on the books. I actually just finished it up today and sent it to post-production. We were at the office until close to midnight the last two nights. The project was huge.”

  “Oh,” she said, looking relieved.

  “Look, Tiffany,” I said. “I haven’t been able to get you off of my mind since I left the bed and breakfast. I had an amazing time there, and I don’t want it to end. I don’t know where it’s going, but I’d at least like to have the opportunity to talk further about it and hear how you feel about things. Will you come back to my place after this?”

  “Yeah,” she said with a smile. “Yeah, I guess I could do that. I have to finish up with my change-out, but it should only take about ten minutes.”

  “Awesome,” I smiled.

  I sat there at the end of the bar and watched as she switched out drawers with the manager and went through her tips. She kept looking over at me and blushing every time she had the chance. Immediately, I felt better, thankful that she was willing to hear me out. When she was done, she walked over with her coat over her arms.

  “You ready?” she asked.

  “Sure am,” I smiled, putting out my arm for her.

  We walked out of the bar and grabbed my car to take us to the house. We rode along in silence and I glanced over at her as the lights from the city made her skin shimmer in the dark. She was so beautiful, and I barely knew what to say anymore. When we pulled in through the gate of the house, she looked over at me in confusion.

  “Not what you expected?” I laughed.

  “Not at all,” she laughed. “I guess I figured you lived in some high rise with golden elevators and
the penthouse suite. Don’t get me wrong; this is much better. It’s just surprising, that’s all.”

  “I wanted to feel like I was at home,” I said. “Like I wasn’t in the middle of the city for at least part of my day. So I bought this and fixed it up.”

  “Nice,” she said, getting out of the car and following me up to the house and inside. “It’s beautiful.”

  “Thanks,” I smiled. “Make yourself at home. The living room is to the right. Would you like a glass of whiskey?”

  “I’d love one,” she smiled, walking in the direction of living room.

  I went back to the kitchen and pulled down two glasses, nerves running through me. I poured us both some whiskey and took a deep breath before walking back. She turned and smiled at me as I entered.

  “These books are amazing,” she said.

  “Thank you,” I smiled, handing her a glass. “I have a thing for rare old books, so I started collecting.”

  “Impressive,” she said, taking a sip and setting the glass down on the table.

  “Tiffany,” I said, setting mine down too and walking over to her. “I’m really glad that you’re here. I’ve missed you the last couple of days.”

  “I feel the same way,” she said softly.

  I stepped forward, running my hands over her shoulders and down her arms. As soon as we touched, it was like a fire ignited around us. Her eyes went dark with desire as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She whimpered, leaning into the kiss, pulling her arms up and around my neck.

  I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into me. My pants were tightening, just feeling her that close to me. I couldn’t imagine that it could get any more lustful. But then she ground against me, and all of my willpower was lost.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tiffany

  Everything had moved so fast that night, and I barely knew how I ended up in Rob’s amazing home, wrapped in his arms, with lust blistering through my veins. In that moment, though, I didn’t care, I just wanted to feel close to him. To feel that same rush of ecstasy that I had during our weekend in the mountains. It had been the best trip of my life, and I really hoped that the passion carried over into his bedroom.

  He kissed me passionately as I rubbed my body against the stiffness in his pants. He groaned into my mouth, feeling my body pushing up and down him. He reached forward and untucked my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it to the side. All of the holding back that we had done up to this point was officially released.

  I groaned as he kissed down my neck, pulling at the clasp on my pants. Frantically, I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down over his shoulders, pulling my mouth away from his.

  “Take me to your bedroom,” I said breathlessly.

  He nodded and reached down, scooping me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him all over his skin as he carried me up the steps. We walked down the hall and to the bedroom door. He opened it and kicked it close behind him before setting me back down on my feet. Immediately, I lunged forward, kissing his lips and pulling his clothes off, one piece at a time.

  I stepped out of my pants and threw my shoes to the side, as he did the same. We lunged toward each other, our hands exploring every part of each other’s bodies. He growled, pushing me hard against his door as he cupped my hot pussy and massaged it. I leaned my head back and yelled out in pleasure, feeling the wetness in my panties. He grabbed me by both ass cheeks and lifted me up into the air, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing me back against the door.

  He reached down and pulled his boxers around his thighs, rubbing his cock up and down. His hands moved over to me and I moaned as he pushed my panties to the side and began to immediately thrust deep and hard into me. I could barely take what was happening, it was so erotic. I put my hands on his shoulders and screamed loudly with every push, feeling his breath against my neck.

  He pounded deeper and deeper into me, pushing me closer to orgasm with every movement. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and closed my eyes, focusing on how it felt when his big, bulging shaft slid through my juices, out, and then in again.

  After a few moments, he started to slow his pace and pulled me away from the door. He carried me over to the bed, his lips pressed against mine, and sat me down. I pulled my panties and bra off and threw them in the floor, scooting back on the bed and looking him seductively in the eyes. My hands slid down between my legs and I rubbed my wet mound as he took off his boxers and watched me for a moment.

  “You want me?” I teased.

  “Fuck yes,” he growled, climbing toward me on the bed.

  As he approached, I spread my legs further, welcoming him into me. He wasted no time, pushing as hard into me as he could. I arched my back and fell back onto the bed, pulling my legs up to his sides. He sat up on his knees and grabbed my waist and began to thrust. I screamed out in pleasure, feeling it building higher and higher with every second.

  He reached his hand down and rubbed my clit hard and fast as he pushed into me with force. I gritted my teeth and growled, grabbing onto the bed. He pulsed his hips fast and hard, rubbing just as fast with his fingers. As he looked down into my eyes, heightening the experience, I screamed out in climax.

  My whole body went rigid and I closed my eyes, unable to do anything but lay there and take it. Every inch of me writhed as he continued to fuck me, hard and fast. Waves of pleasure blew through my body like nothing I had ever felt before. He groaned, feeling my juices explode over his shaft. I panted loudly as my body began to relax back into the bed. I shook my head back and forth and giggled, breathing heavily.

  “Turn over,” he groaned.

  I bit my lip and smiled, watching him pull back and stroke his cock. I rolled over and pulled myself up on all fours, looking back at him and grinning as he moved forward. He slapped my ass cheek hard and rubbed it fast, mixing the pleasure and pain. He moved forward, pushing his cock deep inside of me and grabbed onto my waist. He wasted no time jolting his hips forward, and I watched his chest muscles flex and release as he pounded into me over and over.

  I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, gasping at the enormous amount of pleasure that I was feeling. It was unlike anything that I had ever felt before and I could barely breathe. He groaned, watching me as I already pushed myself to the edge of another climax. He slapped my ass again and I exploded, my body shaking around his big hard cock.

  I could hear him grunting as he pushed hard and deep through my juices. After a few moments he pulled out and jerked his cock feverishly, his hot seed spilling out over my ass and up my back. It was the best sex that I had ever had in my life.

  When he was done, he went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel, cleaning the both of us off. I laid down on the bed and curled up next to him, putting my head on his shoulder as he draped his arm around me. I glanced up, could see him nodding off, and figured there must be truth to how hard he said he had been working. I pulled the covers up over us and let him drift off.

  He pulled his arm around me and turned on his side, fast asleep almost immediately, and I lay there, just watching him. He was so sweet, so caring, and I had never had a lust for someone like did for him. I had almost gotten used to the idea that he wasn’t going to come for me when there he was, standing in front of me at the bar. It had blown me away, and all the emotions I had tried to suppress immediately came rushing back to me. It was confusing all over again, and lying there watching him sleep wasn’t making it any easier. I was terrified; I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was terrified that I had fallen for a man that was not at all a fit for the future I had imagined for myself.

  I had gone all of these years staying away from anything that could upset the course I had set for myself, and then out of nowhere, Rob came walking in. I’d done what I had told myself not to do, and I had done it with no thought and no self-control. Even that night should probably have never happened. Men like him, they didn’t want a woman like
me; they wanted a woman to live in their expensive houses and go wherever they needed them to be. I was not that kind of girl, and the last thing I wanted was to become the significant other of a billionaire business man. I would be left to wander around New York City for the rest of my days, spending too much on designer clothes, hobnobbing with people that didn’t even know what a kayak was. I didn’t want to live in the world of the rich and famous; it wasn’t me, and never would be.

  I had plans for the future, plans that I had been working on pretty much my entire life. I’d always known what I was meant to do—I just had to figure out how to get there. That was what I had been doing all of that time. I’d protected those plans that whole time, and now that I had found Rob, I was setting myself up for failure. I couldn’t let something like an impossible relationship with a man that would probably never be happy with me derail me from the future I knew I was supposed to have.

  I turned over on my back and put my arm to my head, staring up at the ceiling. Everything had been wonderful. I wouldn’t take that away from him, but that didn’t mean that it was right. It was reckless of me to just jump on board with the whole thing and not think twice about the fact that my own ambitions would never let me see it through to the end. I sighed and put my hand down, looking over at him for a moment before carefully scooting out of the bed and onto the floor.

  I quietly went around the room grabbing my clothes and then tiptoed into the hallway and down to the living room where my shirt was. I got dressed and stood there, looking around for a moment.

  Then I made my way to the kitchen and found a piece of paper and a pen. I stood there for a moment, trying to decide what to write, not wanting to hurt him, but wanting him to know how I felt. When I was done, I read it back to myself.

  “This has been amazing,” I wrote. “Last weekend and last night was beyond anything I imagined happening in my life. I had a really great time. That being said, I know that I can’t continue to do this with you. I have a life and goals that are completely opposite from yours. I think it’s better that we cut ties now, before it gets too hard. I wish you all the luck in the world. Tiffany.”