Truly, Madly, Deeply

by L. S. Scott

  “Natalie, this is Nina. You will be working with her for your housekeeping rotation,” Alan said introducing me to my cleaning partner.

  Nina was from Cuba and drop dead gorgeous. She had deep brown skin and big dark eyes. She had full lips and hips and every other curve was in exactly the right place. I immediately respected her deeply for working for a living instead of making easy money like other beautiful women in Vegas. She could have easily tripled what she made scrubbing toilets by taking her clothes off one night a week.

  On top of her outside beauty, Nina was also beautiful inside. She welcomed me into The Flynn family with open arms. Being the same age, we quickly became friends and I suspected that’s why Alan chose her as my partner.

  I had worked my way through college working in housekeeping at a hotel near the campus, so my first assignment was a piece of cake. Nina and I laughed and talked day in and day out as we made beds, scrubbed toilets and carried trash.

  I only caught sight of Mr. Flynn once my first week, while crossing the lobby. He was coming out of Alan’s office and heading for the front door. When our eyes met, he smiled genuinely and nodded to me. I smiled, blushed, and nodded back, before disappearing into the elevator. By the end of week two, I hadn’t seen or heard from him, and wasn’t sure if I was glad or sad. But work kept me happily distracted. I was sad that I would have to leave Nina, even though I was excited to be advancing closer to the management training portion of my internship.

  “You should come out with me tonight, Natalie,” she said in her heavy Latin accent that I loved. “I am meeting some friends at Havana’s, going dancing,” she purred as she stepped forward then back, swinging her curvaceous hips.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t danced in a long time.”

  “Do you not like to dance, Natalie Mills?”

  “Yeah, I used to. I, just..”

  “Then that is settled. You are coming with me to Havana’s. You will love it.”

  By the end of the day my plans were set. Nina advised me to wear my shortest, flirtiest dress and most comfortable heels, if such a thing even existed, and she would meet me in the lobby at eight o’clock.

  I hit the door of my suite at ten minutes until six. I opened the door to find a gift basket filled with, what I could only guess, was very expensive, gourmet chocolates, sitting in the middle of my coffee table. There was a simple message on the card.

  Two weeks down, good job!

  Connor

  I rolled me eyes and bit back a goofy smile and texted.

  TY

  Minutes later….

  YW

  At 7:45, I stood in front of the mirror, doubting myself. I was wearing a mini dress with black, spaghetti strapped bodice and aqua chiffon skirt that barely hit me at mid-thigh, with black suede booties. I felt like I was wearing a nightie and I had never went out in public in something so revealing. I had just made my mind up to change when there was a knock at the door. I checked the time to make sure I wasn’t late, thinking it must be Nina.

  I swung the door open, “Hey, I was…Nick. Oh my gosh. Back so soon.”

  “Yeah, just for the night though, leaving bright and early in the morning. Wow,” he took my wrists and held my arms out, “you look hot. I guess I caught you on your way out.”

  “Yeah, I’m going salsa dancing,” I rolled my eyes and smiled.

  “That’ll be fun. You’ll love it.”

  “You should come with us.”

  “I’d love to, but I can’t, maybe next trip. I’ll walk you down though.” He held out his arm. I grabbed my things, double checking for my card key, and let him lead me to the elevator.

  “Natalie, oh my goodness, look at you, you hot tamale. Grrr, look at those legs. I am so jealous. Me and my short, little Cuban stubs.” Nina was a whirlwind as usual.

  “Nina, this is my friend Nick. Nick, this is Nina,” I introduced.

  Nina’s smile softened and her lashes batted as she extended her delicate little hand to Nick.

  “It is a pleasure to meet you, Nick,” she purred.

  Nick held her fingers between his index finger and thumb and gently covered it with the other hand. He flashed his panty dropping smile and bowed his head slightly.

  “The pleasure is all mine.” Nina smiled coyly. Nick stood up right and released Nina’s hand. “You ladies have a good time tonight.”

  “We will. I hope you come back soon and we can have lunch or something,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck to hug him goodbye.

  Over his shoulder, my eyes met Connor’s baby blues as he looked on from his perch at the top of the stairs, his expression was blank.

  “You are a natural, Natalie Mills,” Nina said dramatically. “Are you sure you have never down this before?”

  “I’m sure. I love it! I have never had this much fun in my entire life!”

  And I hadn’t. The rhythm of the music and the steps of the salsa coaxed my body to move in ways that I never had before. My hips swiveled and my feet stepped in time as I danced with my newest friend Tommy. He was a handsome guy with a toned body and dark eyes. He and Nina were neighbors and friends and had known each other since high school. He was patient and light hearted as he taught me the basic steps of the dance and as the night progressed, so did my moves.

  Tommy would spin me and wrap me in his arms, pulling my back tight against his chest and our hips would sway as our bodies lowered then rose in time with the music. Then he would spin me away and pull me back. By the end of the night, I was totally hooked and couldn’t wait to do it again.

  So, after sleeping all day Saturday, I joined Nina and Tommy, along with several other new and welcoming friends, for another night of Salsa. Feeling more secure and comfortable in my new surroundings, I allowed myself to be a little freer with the alcohol, a little too free.

  So, when I got a text that simply said – hi

  I replied with – yes I am : )

  I thought it was hilarious and laughed out loud to myself, imagining the look on Connor’s face when he read it. It felt so good to be bad, without having to worry about being punished. It was empowering. I felt like the queen of my universe, and I decided, as queen, I was going to take control of the whole Mr. Connor Flynn situation. If he wanted to play, we would play, but on my terms.

  Ding, the elevator door slid open on the thirtieth floor around 1:15 a.m. I stepped out into the hallway and stumble in my high heeled leather booties. I leaned against the wall and removed my shoes, then continued down the hall. My hair clip was digging into my scalp, so I pulled it out and stuck it in my hand bag. I scrubbed my scalp with my fingertips, leaving my hair ruffled and wild. When I finally reached my destination, fueled by margaritas and whiskey shots, I didn’t think twice before pounding on the door.

  The door opened, just a minute after I knocked. There I stood, wild hair, shoes in hand, one strap of my dress hanging off my arm, at 1:30 in the morning at my boss’s door, just a little too intoxicated to care.

  My eyes narrowed as I looked him up and down. No shirt, soft, well-worn button fly Levi’s, with the top button undone, no shoes and a glass of something that resemble whiskey in his hand. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see me. I smirked arrogantly and reached for his glass. I downed the amber liquid and handed it back to him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind me.

  He pushed me up against the door and kissed me deep and hard. I let him in for a second, before sucking his bottom lip inside my mouth and biting.

  “Aaww,” he growled and pulled away, pinning my arms above my head and glaring down at me. I lifted my chin defiantly.

  He pulled me to him, grasping my ass and lifting me. He carried me to a long, low, gray sofa. Before he could sit, with me on his lap, I dropped my legs to the floor and pushed him into the seat. He leaned up and reached for me, grabbing my thighs under my skirt but I placed my bare foot in the middle of his chest. He wrapped his hands around my ank
le but I pushed him back on the sofa and pulled my leg free.

  His chest heaved and his eyes boiled in the glow of the lamp on the side table. The sound of low, moody music filled the space and pulled at my hips as they began to swivel and sway. A side effect of learning the salsa, I think.

  I climbed atop the large coffee table, running my hands through my hair and all over my body. Completely uninhibited, I danced right out of my dress. Connor watched with a cool and easy demeanor, one arm stretched across the back of the couch, the other propped on the armrest, his thumb running back and forth across his bottom lip.

  I reached my hand out to him and he stood. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him to me. I swayed and lowered my body as he dragged his tongue from my belly button to my bra then back up as I stood. He dug his fingers into my hips to hold me still as he pulled my panties with his teeth.

  In one downward swipe, my panties were around my ankles and his hands were kneading my naked ass. He tortured me with his mouth, the same as I had down to him. Licking and sucking and biting all around the spot that I needed him most, his finger-tips just grazing the outer edges as he squeezed and pulled at my behind.

  I fisted my hands in his hair and jerked his head back. I bent down and crushed his mouth under mine. I one motion we fell back onto the couch, with me a straddle him. I reached under and jerked his buttons loose and he lifted his hips to push his jeans off into the floor.

  I pinned his arms to the couch and taunted his mouth with my tongue, pressing my clit into his hard cock. I began a slow, steady rhythm, rubbing my slick juices up and down the length of him. I pulled his head to my chest and he hungrily sucked a nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” I moaned as he teased and sucked my tit and I grinded against him.

  I pulled him away from one nipple and guided him to the other. He gave it the same treatment while squeezing the other with his hand. My pace quickened and I began to pant as the head of his cock rubbed against my clit just right. He clutched my ass and pressed me hard against him as I began to buck. The second my orgasm stopped I pulled up and sit down hard, impaling myself and taking in every inch of him.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned deep, throwing his head back against the cushion.

  I gasped as all the air left my body. The sensation of his thick length filling me all at once sent one last tremor of ecstasy through me. I clenched around him before I started the slow circular motion of my hips, pulling him in and out of me. His fingers dug deep into my thighs.

  My hips rocking steady, I ran my tongue up his neck and around his ear, nibbling and sucking his lobe. When I finished teasing, I sat up and grabbed the back of the couch for support. I clamped my thighs down around him and began rocking my hips back and forth, setting a furious tempo.

  “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” soft little whimpers left my body each time I slammed myself into him. Deep inaudible groans rumbled from his chest.

  “Ooohh, Natalie I’m gonna come,” he warned breathlessly. But so was I, and I wasn’t about to stop.

  His nails dug into my back and I arched against him. He pulled my body down hard against his as we shuddered and came unraveled at the same time. I held onto the back of the couch with my eyes closed and his face buried between my breasts until my body came completely under control.

  With Connor still inside me, I lowered myself and rested on the tops of his thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair and lifted his face to look at me. His blue eyes were gray and foggy and his jaw was clenched tight as his nostrils flared with heavy breathing. Cupping his face I ran my thumb across his bottom lip. His mouth opened and he pulled my thumb in. My breath hitched. My body clenched and I felt him swell and harden inside me.

  After our fifth round of orgasms, we collapsed onto the king sized bed in Connor’s enormous master suite.

  “What time is it,” I asked my voice hoarse.

  Connor rolled to his side to look at the bedside clock. “It’s almost four.” He rolled back to me. I sat up in the bed beside him.

  “Hey,” he said, reaching up to pull me back down to him.

  I caught myself and turned to sit on my knees, crouching over him. My hair hung down and surrounded him. I kissed him playfully on the lips, then each cheek then his forehead.

  “I should go.” Before I could jump up he grabbed my arms.

  “What’s the rush? You could stay for breakfast.”

  “No,” I answered abruptly. His brows stitched together in a deep frown.

  “Are you ok?”

  “I’m better than ok,” I whispered. “Thank you,” I kissed him and left him lying in bed.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  The next two weeks of my internship were to be in the kitchen. Somehow, working my way through college, I managed to avoid the food service industry and after three days in a hot, busy, noisy kitchen I came to one conclusion, it SUCKED!

  I hit my suite and went straight for the liquor cabinet. I stripped out of my clothes that smelled of food, fixed me a stout Crown and Sprite and started some music, before retiring to my soaker tub for a long hot bubble bath.

  I sipped my drink and let the lavender bubbles caress my body as the hot water rose around me. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. About ten seconds from being asleep..

  “Tough day?”

  I jumped, my head almost went completely under the water and I knocked multiple bottles off the tub into the floor.

  “CRAP!! Connor! You have got to stop doing that!”

  He chuckled and crossed the room, handing me a towel for my eyes. He picked up the bottles and placed them back on the tub, popping the cap and smelling one.

  “I don’t think it’s very funny. You about gave me a freaking heart attack.” I spat.

  “I’m sorry,” he said, still stifling his laughter.

  “Hmph,” I snorted. “You can’t just keep barging in on me like that. What if I had company in here,” I said, bobbing my head snootily.

  “That would be awkward, possibly ugly,” he mumbled the last part of his statement.

  “This is awkward,” I pointed out.

  He sat down on the side of the tub and began rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

  “Why is this awkward?”

  Too tired to continue, I closed my eyes and shook my head before dropping it back.

  “So, the question was, did you have a bad day?”

  I took a deep breath and let the air fill my cheeks before releasing it.

  “It’s been a bad week. My back hurts, my feet are killing me and I have multiple burns on the tips of my fingers. There is a good reason Jaron never let me cook.”

  “What’s that,” he quizzed, referring to my last declaration.

  “Nothing. I’m just not a good cook. I have no business in a kitchen.” I laughed at myself.

  He reached into the water and pulled my foot into his lap. I opened my eyes and looked at him, frowning suspiciously, until he began kneading my sole with his thumbs. My head fell back and my mouth dropped open.

  “Oh my God, that feels good,” I groaned.

  “So you hate the kitchen, huh?”

  “Yes! It has to be the seventh level of hell. I’ll be so glad when next week is over. Oooh.”

  He dug deep into the center of my foot.

  “Hmph, you’ll be fine.” He reassured.

  “If you come rub my feet every night, I might make it,” I said smiling sheepishly.

  He spent a good ten minutes on each foot in silence. When he set my foot back in the water he slid his hand up my leg under the bubbles.

  “Is there anything else you need me to massage, Miss Mills?”

  Before I could answer, his hand cupped me between the legs. Reflexively, my legs opened and I tilted toward him. He slid his fingers up and down between the folds a few times before sliding two fingers inside me.

  “Oohh,” I whimpered.

  His fingers curled inside as his thumb pressed on my clit and made tiny circle
s around it.

  “Aaaww,” I moaned.

  “Right there,” he asked in a half whisper.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Right there, don’t stop.”

  “I won’t baby. I want to watch you come for me.”

  My toes pushed against the end of the tub and my hands gripped his wrist. My pussy clenched around his fingers. He pressed his palm into my clit and let me grind out each spasm as I came.

  “Oh, that’s it baby,” he coaxed.

  When my orgasm was over and my body released its hold on him, I closed my thighs around his arm and rubbed them together. I leaned up and reached for his belt but he pulled my hands to his lips.

  “No, you’re tired. You should get some rest,” he said, kissing the tips of my burned fingers.

  “But what about you?” My eyes darted to his obvious erection.

  He pushed it down, adjusting it to the side. “I’ll be fine. I just wanted to help you relax. Have you eaten? Do you want me to order room service before I go?”

  I propped my chin on my arms on the side of the tub. With my sweetest puppy dog eyes, I looked up at him with a puckered lip.

  “Will you stay and eat?”

  He smirked, I increased the pucker. “Sure, I’ll stay and eat. What do want, I’ll order.”

  I sat back and smiled triumphantly. “Something lite, maybe a small chef salad and some fruit.”

  “Ok, finish your bath,” he splashed some water at me and strolled from the room.

  I sat cross legged on the couch eating, while Connor laughed next to me, at my animated tales of kitchen blunders and mishaps.

  “So who’s Jaron,” he asked nonchalantly.

  My breath hitched and my fork stopped mid bite, a reaction that did not go unnoticed. Experiencing a sudden loss of appetite, I set my fruit cup on the table.

  “Mmmm,” he nodded. “He must be the ex you’re still crying over six years later.”

  My eyes narrowed and I felt my heart rate picking up. Connor gauged my reaction closely, knowing he had struck a nerve.

  “Why do you have to dig,” I bit.

  “I’m not digging, I’m just asking,” he said shrugging.