by Becca Taylor
His hands squeezed my ass as I kissed him, pulling me closer onto his lap. His erection clearly evident as he throbbed against my crotch, my breathing became shallow as he unclasped the pearls around my neck and tossed them with his jacket, slowly kissing my neck as I unbuttoned his crisp white shirt.
He made quick work of the hook holding the straps of my dress up, letting them fall to my waist. I sat up as his hands caressed my waist and worked up to my black strapless bra, his hands molded my breasts as he leaned over to kiss me.
“You taste as sweet as you look Holly.” He whispered as he pulled me closer to kiss the swell of my breasts that were about to erupt from my bra, his kiss was so hot and sweet that it made my head spin. I laughed and sat up and quickly pulled off the killer heels I was wearing, flinging them to the pile behind me.
I leaned over and kissed his lips softly, then his cheek, then his chin, and turned his head to kiss his neck. I slowly kissed and licked up his neck to his ear, sucking lightly on his ear. His hands grabbed my hair and pulled me to look at him, pulling me in for a breathless kiss.
“Damn Holly you’re hot as hell.”
This was it; I was getting laid in a limo, with the sexiest man I’d ever met. Bucket list here I come!
I smiled at my sexy stranger and gave my hair a sexy flip, and immediately regretted it as the limo started to spin. I sat up quick and tried to recover from the foolish movement, but it didn’t work.
Oh hell!
Damn I can’t wait to have this beauty naked, her long sleek legs wrapped around me as I taste every inch of her. A boring evening has turned into a very hot car ride, I knew under that classic look and boring bun hairstyle was a minx waiting to come out. I knew it once I saw those shoes, she meant business. Once they ended up in the pile on the floor I knew we were on. She flipped her hair back, trying to look like a Victoria’s secret model. She didn’t need to; I thought she was fucking hot as she wiggled around in my lap. She leaned back and smiled until she laughed and flipped her head a little too hard and landing on the pile behind her.
“Holly?” I leaned over to check on the sexy woman before me, to find her passed out cold. I felt a strong pulse, and pulled the stilettos out from under her to make her more comfortable. She looked like a very sexy sleeping angel, her blonde hair spread out behind her like a halo. She had a peaceful look on her face and a small sexy grin as she snored just a little.
Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, revealing black satin panties. I bit my lip and cursed under my breath.
Damn I would have loved to have taken those off with my teeth, and tasted the heaven that waited inside.
I picked up her small sparkly purse, and looked inside for a driver’s license. I couldn’t find any, just business cards lipstick fifty bucks and a single key. I read the business cards, it was for a small bakery several blocks from here. I picked up the car phone, and dialed the driver.
Fuck me. Guess she couldn't handle her bourbon after all, now what do I do with her?
“Okay James, let’s head home.” I guess she’ll have to sleep it off at my place that will be fun to wake up to. I couldn't take my eyes off her, until we pulled around to the back entrance of my penthouse.
After all it wouldn't look too good to see me carrying in a passed out young woman through the front lobby, the press would have a field day. I knelt over and hooked the straps back around her neck, straightening the dress as James opened the door. I stepped out of the limo, and took Holly as James handed her to me and carried her to the elevator.
Once inside my penthouse I carried her to my bedroom, laying her across my king sized bed. Once James had left I began undressing her, I pulled off her stockings and rubbed them on my face.
Damn that would have felt great against my sides and my face while I tasted her.
I pulled off her dress, seeing the rips on the side I called for the doorman so he could take it to the seamstress.
She looked incredible lying there in her matching lacy bra and panties, her long legs spread wide from undressing her. I shook my head and laughed, then pulled her up in the bed and covered her in the silk sheets and comforter. I tucked her in, and kissed her cheek. She smiled in her sleep from the kiss, then rolled over and started snoring. I rubbed a hand through my hair, as I left the room I turned the lights off and laughed.
“Okay, I’ll be a good boy for tonight and sleep on the couch. Hopefully there’s a next time, and it ends better than tonight did.” I looked at her one last time and sighed, then shut the door and made my bed on the couch.
Chapter 2
I SNUGGLED UNDER the cool sheets, smiling at the silly dream I’d had last night. Imagine me in the back of a limo with an incredibly hot man, doing unspeakably hot things to him over and over again. It’s a nice dream, but I’d much rather keep company with Ben & Jerry they don’t judge you. I pulled the sheets up to my nose and snuggled deep in the pillow, maybe if I get comfortable in these silk sheets I can get back to my dream.
I sat up, quickly regretting it as my brain felt like it was playing ping pong inside my skull. The room was dark and cool; as I looked down I could see the beautiful red silk sheets on the massive four poster bed.
“Where the hell am I?”
“You’re in the penthouse, can I get you anything?”
I jumped at the voice across the room, sliding ass over head out of the bed onto the floor. I grabbed the sheet and covered myself as a woman rushed to the bed, and held out a hand to help me.
“Are you okay darling? I didn't mean to scare you, I was trying to clean and not wake you.”
“I’m fine, I think...” I wobbled and was caught by two strong arms as she slid me back to sit on the bed. “Okay maybe a little hungover.”
“Here, sit still I have a perfect hangover cure.” I watched intently as the shorter plump woman walked off, her dark hair scattered with sparks of silver and her walk hinting at someone who was on her feet a lot. She stopped and turned to smile at me, the laugh and smile lines on her face lead me to believe she was a woman full of life.
I looked around the fancy bedroom as I listened to her clinking bottles in the kitchen. It was decorated immaculately, very posh yet manly.
So this is Armani’s penthouse? I wonder how many women have ended up in this bed?
“Here we go doll, it tastes nasty but you’ll be right as rain in a few minutes trust me.”
“Do you make this for him too?”
“More than I’d like to.” She laughed as I cringed, held my breath and opened my mouth to drink.
I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and drank it fast. I thought it was coming up for a quick second, until she grabbed my hand and spoke to me again.
“Open your eyes, and breathe. It tastes awful, but if you close your eyes the room spinning will make it come back up.”
I looked at my guardian angel; she looked like she could be my grandmother if I still had one.
“You’ve drank it too?”
“Just last weekend, unfortunately.”
“What’s in this stuff...?” I said belching a horrid smell that made my eyes water, and my stomach lurch.
“You don't want to know.” She said laughing as she took the glass from me, then handed me a large glass of water. I sipped slowly, and looked out the large floor to ceiling window. It was a sunny and beautiful day, I’m late.
“What time is it?”
“Half past ten I think.”
“Oh lord, I’m really late I have to get dressed and get to work.” I looked all around the bed, parading around in my bra and panties as I looked for my dress.
“It’s not here; he had me send it out to be dry cleaned and repaired.”
“Repaired from what?”
“I don't know darling, I just did what his note said.” She smiled and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to me.
Please tell Holly that it was a very memorable night. Please send her dress down to be cleaned and repaired, I
had an outfit and shoes sent up for her to wear home, it’s perfect for her.
“If you give me your address I’ll have the cleaners send your dress and things over once their ready, and have the car take you home.” She handed me a bag that had black leggings and an Audrey Hepburn-esque turtleneck inside in pale green and black flats. I laughed at the reference to the only name he’d called me so far, Holly.
“Thank you Mrs.?”
“Just call me Anna, and you’re very welcome. I’m sorry again if I scared you earlier.”
I slipped the tight pants on, and smiled at her as I pulled the light cashmere sweater over my head.
“You probably get tired of taking care of his women.”
“No, actually it’s been a long time since I’ve met one of his women. He never brings them here; you must be different than the rest.”
Different, I wonder how I'm different to Armani. I wonder what all happened last night, and who he really is? Here I was dressing in a strange man’s penthouse, and I had no idea who he was what he did or even his first name.
I pulled my hair up into a bun, securing it with the bobby pins Anna gave me. When I came out of the bathroom she smiled and shook her head.
“I can see why he calls you Holly, you look like a blonde version of Audrey from Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
“Thank you that was my mother’s favorite movie. She made the black dress I had on last night; it was her homage to Audrey.” It had taken her a month to get everything just right on that dress, it had to be perfect like Audrey. Like my mother.
“Don’t worry; the seamstress down stairs is very good. I’ll call down and tell her to take excellent care of that one of a kind dress.”
I reached over and kissed her on the cheek and smiled.
“You are a gem, thank you very much. Did the note say anything about my shoes and necklace too?”
“No, it just mentioned about the dress. I didn't find any shoes or necklace, but I will talk to James and see if he knows where they are.”
“Thank you Anna.”
Minutes later we were downstairs as she put me into his car, about to be shuttled home. Before I shut the door I looked at her and smiled.
“Thank you, you’re very sweet.”
“So are you, maybe I’ll see you again.” She smiled and waved at me as the car pulled away.
I doubt that, if I'm lucky I won’t have to see him ever again and be reminded that with a little liquor in me that I’ll go home with anyone and do god knows what with him. I looked around the spacious limo and smiled, at least the man I picked had money. It could be worse I could be sharing the cab of a beat up old pick-up with an ugly stranger and two smelly dogs.
Once I made it to the bakery, I raced past the front door and ran to unlock my apartment door and sprint upstairs. The bakery had already opened thanks to my assistant Chloe and Glenna scheduled to work this morning, so even though I was incredibly late I had a couple minutes to take a quick shower and freshen up
The hot shower felt great, and scrubbing the handful of styling gel from my hair made me feel back to my old self. After dressing quickly and a fast blow dry I threw my hair up it in its usual pony tail, dressed and ran downstairs to apologize to everyone for leaving them alone.
As soon as I walked inside Chloe and Glenna looked up, smiled and gave me a round of applause laughing and grinning widely.
“Somebody got lucky last night.” I shushed Chloe as a regular customer looked at me and grinned, then went back to his pastry and coffee.
“Stop that Chloe; you’ll give the customers the wrong idea about last night.” I held my head as I talked to her, the hangover gone except for that headache. Chloe raced from the back of the bakery to my side, and then whispered.
“Well then why were you three hours late for work?”
“Later Chloe, please.”
“Yes boss.” She giggled and handed me a bottle of aspirin then walked back to the dough table, mumbling under her breath as she kneaded a batch of dough. I laughed at her and looked to see what needed to be done, and then jumped in making more donuts. It was Sunday, and we always sold more donuts after the church crowd came in.
I smiled as I looked around at my little bakery, it was perfect for me. It wasn’t a large bakery and we were pressed for space, but the open floor plan let customers watch us work behind the pastry counter, display cases etc.
The walls were painted a light lilac, with my Enchanted Bakery logo on the walls. Cinderella’s carriage in sparkling paint and her fairy godmother holding her wand over a large cupcake next to it. It was perfect, and it was mine. Well, mine and the banks.
Pine Valley West Virginia was a small, family oriented town nestled in the scenic landscape of eastern West Virginia. Its full green pine trees, rolling hills and close proximity to scenic wonders and attractions made it a perfect place to raise a family. It was Ella’s first and only choice to open her bakery, her hometown where she grew up with wonderful parents in a town where everyone knew your name. She’d left Pine Valley when her father had remarried years after her mother’s death and they moved across the river to what he’d called greener pastures.
Crystal Springs was across the river, and boasted more opulent surroundings. It was more corporate America, with large office buildings and exclusive shops and boasted a thriving nightlife scene. It was Pine valleys polar opposite and Ella didn’t fit into that lifestyle, she crossed the bridge whenever possible to come home.
It had taken her several years once she moved back to get the bank to even discuss a loan for her bakery, even after she put up every bit of her inheritance. But after a good look at her well formulated business plan, references and work history they relented and gave her the loan.
Especially after working in the bakery she was planning to buy, once her boss planned to retire. The letter of recommendation from the original owner, and her testament to her work ethic, dedication and desire to expand and bring life back to the bakery had sealed the deal for her. The fact that the bank manager was cousins with the original owner, gave her letter merit and high honors from the perfectionist and upstanding lifelong town council member.
The town had embraced her bakery, and business was great. They loved her energy, enthusiastic younger staff and her incredible desserts had people lining up every morning for her donuts. It was a busy, time consuming job but she wouldn’t trade it for anything….ever.
I saw the worksheet for the day, and the birdwatchers regular order for decorated bird cookies. I saw Chloe’s note that they were in the oven, so that job was half done.
Thank heavens, then I just have to decorate them before she picks them up.
She was a regular customer, who ordered these cookies every month for her meeting. She was the current president, and she had to have perfect cookies to pass out to her members. And every month she had them, and they were always perfect.
I worked my dough, and had three dozen glazed donuts in the proofer. Next, I’d mix up the stained glass icing for the bird cookies, this month it was celebrating the peacock. I felt my hand cramping up just thinking about icing those cookies by hand, the detail took a while by brush. We’d pulled half of the cookies out of the oven, and they looked great. I made the template of my design while they cooled, smiling as something went right this morning. The last two sheets of cookies were in baking, Chloe was frying donuts and everything was working well.
“Ella! The big oven is on the fritz again, the cookies are burnt.” Chloe’s excited voice stabbed my brain, bringing more bad news to my morning. First I had apparently had sex in the back of a limo with a strange man I don't know, and then I awoke in his penthouse scared shit-less by his housekeeper who probably thinks I'm some kind of slut. Next my dress is ripped, my shoes and bag are missing and now the damn oven is broken.
“Did you jiggle the knob like I told you to?”
“Yes and the damn thing fell off in my hand.”
“Damn! I can’t afford this now
.” I picked up a hammer like Jake my handyman told me, and smacked the side of the oven. His reason was that this would un-stick the knob, but all it seemed to be doing was denting the shit out of my oven. I pulled the trays of hummingbirds out of the large convection oven; they now looked like crispy ravens that had seen better days.
“Those were Miss Weller's painted bird cookies; you know how picky she is about those things.”
“That figures, if we lose her to that mega mart bakery were history. She buys those every month, and if she goes she takes a bunch of her bird loving friends with her.”
“Now what? Should I call Jake?”
“First let’s get these out of here, and open the back door and get some fresh air going. I’ll call Jake, he couldn't make it any worse right. Split the rest of her cookies up in the small ovens, I’ll stay late to get them finished by tonight.”
“Ella you need to get out and have some fun every now and then, you spend all your time here.”
“I’m the boss, that’s what you’re supposed to do.”
Yeah I’m the boss. It may be a small bakery, but its mine. Well actually it’s the banks, until I pay the mortgage off someday. But until then I have to work my ass off to pay the bills, make a little for myself and maybe have another date some day.
Date, oh my. I thought about last night, I remembered straddling Armani’s lap in the limo last night and kissing the hell out of those sweet lips of his. I closed my eyes and could smell his expensive cologne, feel his warm hands as they rubbed my back. His deep brown eyes as he watched the straps of my dress fall off my shoulders, then his smile as I tossed off those tall heels.
I opened my eyes and cringed as I thought about those shoes. They were Abby’s shoes, they were designer and expensive. Oh yeah and she hadn’t even worn them yet, and I tossed them aside like dollar store flips flops.
“She’s going to kill me.”
“Who’s going to kill you Ella?” I jumped to find my assistant Chloe standing behind me, her bright green eyes looking genuinely concerned.