Authors: S Michaels
You look delicious!
My eyes remain on my screen as my stomach
flutters I type a reply,
You look good enough to eat!
I hear him cough and test a glance upwards
a small smile lightly on my lips to notice Grant attempting to keep a grin off
of his face. It gives me courage and I send another one,
Can’t wait to taste you!
It is quiet and I glance upwards once again
to see his eyes darken with promise only there is no longer a smile on his
face. I take a breath in and attempt to convey a message back before his
colleague demands his attention once again. I sign my bill before standing to
leave, I notice Grant also getting to his feet I hear him inform his guests
that he will be right back. I sashay my rear end in my shorts aware that he is
directly behind me.
‘Hot’ I hear him mutter and I smile to
myself as I exit the restaurant. When we are out of view of the restaurant I
turn and smile at him.
‘Good morning’ I mumble as he stops extremely
close in front of me.
‘Well good morning yourself’ his eyes roam
down my legs before finding my eyes ‘did you sleep well?’
‘I did indeed, a room to myself after all’
a subtle way of informing him I was alone in bed.
‘Glad to hear it’ he mutters ‘although I did
witness your ex in action in the foyer late last night. I guessed he would be
sleeping elsewhere’ he raises an eyebrow I think searching for a reaction.
‘Well good for him’ I smile my insides
churning ‘you look very handsome today’
‘Why thank you, you just look….’ his eyes
darken ‘fuckable’
I take a sharp breath in as my sex clenches
‘so what are you planning to do about it?’ I whisper feeling suddenly wanton.
‘Oh Abi you have no idea’ he croaks his
hand in his trouser pockets I assume to hide his arousal, I am breathing heavy
my nipples pressing against my t-shirt. Grant’s eyes rest on my breasts and he
exhales a breath ‘Jesus Abi’ he whispers ‘I will finish this as soon as I can,
keep your phone close’ he backs away his eyes black with lust.
********
I decide to jump a cab and visit the local
premium outlet for a couple of hours and enjoy the morning wandering around
buying a few items including a new dress from one of the designer shops. It is
too short and barely covers my backside but I decide that Scott has changed me
enough, he doesn’t approve of me looking slutty and prefers longer dresses that
reach just above my knee. I however prefer to show my assets and my legs are
one of them, I have my red shoes with me anyway which will team well with my red
clutch bag and lipstick that Scott has forbidden me to wear. All on the credit
card of course.
Standing in front of the mirror at 7pm I
look more like the old Abi than the old Abi, I have my brand new lace nude
dress on with the red accessories, I have straightened my hair which is past my
breasts and added a substantial amount of makeup including my red lipstick.
Scott has been back during the day and taken out of our room all of his luggage
so whoever or wherever he is he is obviously planning on remaining there for
the duration.
I wonder whether I should even bother going
tonight or even whether I am welcome but I decide to walk down to the bar and
play it by ear. As I walk from the lift to the Piano Bar my phone buzzes I
stop and check,
You look absolutely stunning!
I smile before replying,
Where are you?
I continue towards the bar noticing a few
appreciative glances from men in the casino, it is then that I realize Scott
has zapped all of my confidence over the past year or so and I curse myself for
allowing it to happen.
I reach the bar and notice the crowd
gathered, Sandra glances up at my attire and I notice her eyebrows raise in
judgment, what is the problem with these girls most of them are late twenties,
early thirties why do they dress so old? I take a breath and move directly to
the bar, Scott saunters over his eyes regarding me distastefully, ‘what the
fuck are you wearing?’
‘It is called a dress Scott’ I utter
sarcastically my insides dropping, have we really reached this rock bottom level
in our break up?
‘Are you purposefully attempting to
embarrass me Abi?’ his eyes are cold and hard.
‘No, you are managing that all by
yourself. I am merely being myself Scott something that you have disapproved
of since the day we met’ I utter quietly. The barman approaches and I order a
glass of white wine.
‘I don’t know why you are here really Abi,
you aren’t welcome’ he snarls.
‘It is a bar, I am enjoying a drink Scott’
I murmur feeling homesick, why am I here? He shakes his head and turns towards
his friends as I lift my drink to my lips and anxiously gulp a huge mouthful.
Sandra bounds over out of pity I imagine, ‘do you want to join us Abi?’ she
checks her eyes sympathetic.
‘No I am fine thank you for asking Sandra,
I am just finishing my drink and am leaving’ I smile at her thankful for her
invite, she returns a smile.
‘I am sorry Abi, take care’ she whispers
and I nod. I glance over and notice a woman who I have never seen before
hanging onto Scotts arm whilst he is smiling down at her. I shake my head, why
did he encourage me to join him in Vegas?
‘Hey’ a gentle voice murmurs from beside me
and I turn to face Grant.
‘Hi’ I give him a small smile grateful for
his company.
‘I think he has chastised you enough don’t
you?’ his eyes regard the crowd with cold distaste, ‘let’s go!’ he demands
throwing some bills on the bar for my drink before taking my hand and pulling
me towards the exit. I notice Sandra frowning with her mouth hanging open and
I offer her a small genuine smile, Scott turns as someone mumbles something to
him and appears shocked before sending daggers my way.
We continue past the casino my hand still
entwined in his as I note his attire, he looks hot in a light grey suit with a black
shirt, he also appears extremely angry and I tug on his hand. He stops and
turns to face me, ‘you ok?’ his eyes warm slightly.
‘Yes are you ok?’ I test frowning at him.
‘No, I am furious’ he exhales a breath
‘what the fuck are you doing with a prick like that Abi?’
‘Well I am not with him’ I murmur quietly
aware of our surroundings, I feel ashamed at Scott’s treatment of me and lower
my eyes.
‘No!’ he demands ‘don’t you dare, he has
the problem not you’ he tips my chin up towards him his eyes sparkling with
anger. I stand gazing up into his beautiful face my insides fluttering as the
shame turns to lust, the air is filled with sexual tension and I can hardly
breathe, his eyes darken and he takes a breath,
‘Let’s get out of here’ he croaks.
We exit a door and walk pass the swimming
pool area he doesn’t speak or touch me but guides me to a side door leading off
of the hotel to a parking area. The same driver from yesterday appears in a
limo this time opening the door as we approach. I bend to enter the car aware
that my backside is probably hanging out as I do but not bothering to care.
I hear him gasp before he informs the
driver, ‘it is ok I have it from here’ I smile to myself as the driver moves to
his door. Grant follows me in before closing the door on us, the middle window
is closed and we are entirely alone. My heart is beating hard against my chest
as I gaze over to him, ‘hi’ I murmur croakily my voice shaking slightly with
apprehension.
‘Hi’ he whispers his eyes appraising me
‘you are beautiful’ he announces and I flush, my skirt is just covering my
pants as I sit but I feel desirable which is something that I have forgotten.
‘I have thought of nothing else today but this moment’ he informs me as the
driver pulls out of the hotel.
‘Me too’ I murmur lustfully.
‘You didn’t wish to spend the evening with
those people did you?’ he enquires ‘I cannot believe how he addressed you Abi’
he shakes his head.
‘I think I should endeavor to locate a
flight home tomorrow’ I sigh ‘he has succeeded in making a fool of me’
‘He has made a fool of himself, the guy is senseless
you look striking’ he is regarding my legs his eyes softening.
‘He never appreciated the way I dressed he
thought I appeared slutty’ I shrug.
He regards me for a while before leaning
over and tilting my chin towards him, he places his lips on mine and gently
tastes me stroking my lips with his tongue, I open my mouth and allow him
entrance as my hand locates his hair. Once again we are caught in the spell of
tongues and groans as he pulls me across his lap his hand stroking my thigh
gently up and down his thumb grazing my inner thigh. I groan loudly as it
locates my moist pants.
‘Oh Abi, you are so wet, I want to fuck you
so bad’ he murmurs against my lips ‘all I can think of is being inside you’ I
am molten hot, my sex is burning at his words, ‘this morning when you walked
into that dining room I almost spontaneously combusted. It didn’t help that my
colleague made it clear what he would like to do to you’ he growls.
‘I want you’ I moan as he bites my neck
gently, teasing, I am panting as he cups my sex ‘oh god’ I gasp as he moves my briefs
aside and strokes my moist core slipping two fingers inside my entrance, ‘yes’
I moan against his mouth tilting my hips up to meet his thrusts.
‘Oh you feel so good Abi’ he whispers his
thumb tracing my aching nub applying pressure as I pant.
‘I want you inside me’ I demand as he
thrusts in and out slowly. I feel my insides tightening for release, the waves
build higher and higher before I cry out as they wash through my body my sex
clenching his fingers into me.
‘Fuck Abi’ he is panting nibbling my throat
‘I need you in my bed’
‘Yes please!’ I moan against his neck and
he chuckles.
‘You are so loud the poor driver’ I feel
his grin as he drops a kiss on my head.
‘Oh no!’ I am mortified ‘can he hear me?’
‘Honey, I think the whole of Vegas heard
you’ he nips my neck and I groan ‘god you are fantastic’ he mumbles.
We walk into The Wynn Hotel and move to the
restaurant, we obviously have a reservation and are shown to a remarkably
private area where we are seated. Grant is regarding me intensely and I smile
at him shyly, ‘there is absolutely no point in the reticence now Abi’ his lips
twitch and I flush glancing down at the menu deciding on the fish, I place the
menu on the table and take a deep breath to steady my insides.
‘You look all flushed’ he murmurs quietly
‘just an aperitif I assure you’ and my insides clench. The thought of a bed
and some privacy appeals to me tremendously my face must convey this as he provides
a slow promising grin, I can hardly breathe I am so sexually attracted to this
man.
The waiter arrives and takes our order,
‘let me pay for this please’ I ask ‘you paid for drinks yesterday’
‘Absolutely not, you are my guest besides
yesterday was purely some nibbles you wasn’t hungry’ I probably couldn’t afford
it here anyway ‘don’t sweat the small stuff Abi’ he hands me a glass of wine
and tips his glass to mine, ‘to new friends’ and we smile at each other across
the table.
‘You really are stunning’ he searches my
face and I flush, he shakes his head smiling ‘Where do you live in London?’
‘Well as from when I return, I am on my
best friend’s sofa, but I was in Notting Hill. What about you?’
‘I am in Canary Wharf’ he replies ‘I have a
few properties for rent if you need any help?’
‘Oh no, thank you’ I close down.
‘Why?’ he frowns.
‘Because it is my responsibility, my best
friend is organizing something for me as we speak. She let my room out when
Scott talked me into make or break, biggest mistake of my life’
‘What is your surname?’ he requests.
‘Stephens, why?’ I glance up surprised by
the shift in conversation.
‘You are very suspicious Abigail Stephens’
he muses.
‘What is yours?’ I probe.
‘Fitzgerald’ he shrugs and I smile.
‘Excuse me’ I raise and he stands too, what
a gentleman! I grab my bag and walk deliberately to the restrooms I sense his
eyes penetrating my back which encourages me to smile as I flick my long,
straight hair over my shoulder. How can it be that Scott can make me feel so
dreadful about myself and Grant so great? Did Scott ever promote such a sensation
even in the beginning? No, I don’t think I have ever felt good enough for
Scott. I glance at my reflection, I look happy even if it is short lived I am
going to relish this fling.
When I return Grant is ending a call on his
phone and sends a smile towards me, ‘ok thank you Mike’ he presses a button and
enquires, ‘you ok?’
‘Yes thank you’ I grin at him ‘everything
ok? I hope I’m not monopolizing your time’ he is here to work after all.
‘Not at all’ he replies politely ‘I am
where I wish to be’