I close my mouth quickly and slide my hand into his. His large hand engulfs my delicate fingers and it feels surprisingly soft and delightfully warm. I feel a jolt of energy as he gently shakes my hand.
“I’m Hunter. Nice to meet you.” He announces. The accent is clear to me now. He is Australian.
His soft, sexy voice combined with me entwining my hand inside his paralyses me and I stare at him for a few seconds. The tie is back on and I’m not complaining. It looks good on him.
He grins at me and I snap out of my trance, only managing to say, “I’m Scarlett.” I feel myself blushing deeper the longer he holds onto my hand.
He lets go abruptly and spins around saying, “Got to go, catch you later!” I am left standing in the lobby feeling slightly irked at our second interaction. I inhale deeply. His scent is still in the air. I make my hand into a fist and shake it, as though releasing him out of my system. I quickly head to my hotel room.
My workshop doesn’t start until tomorrow, so I have plenty of time to prepare and hopefully relax a little. I am still feeling hot and flustered and decide a refreshing cool shower is in order.
I am just stepping out of the shower when I hear a knock at the door. “Room Service!” I grab a towel quickly and wrap it around me, a perplexed look on my face. I didn’t order any room service?
Annoyed and still soaking wet, I rush to the door and open it. It’s him, Hunter. He looks me up and down with a smirk on his face. The tiny towel I have wrapped around me doesn’t leave much to the imagination and I fold my arms in a poor attempt to hide my obviously naked and wet body underneath.
I am shocked. “What are you doing here? How did you get my room number?” He chuckles in response which annoys me further. “I took a peek when you were checking in. I wanted to ask if you would join me for a drink later in the bar?” I soften and smile as it appears he is being genuine. We look at each for a moment. There is tension in the air. An unknown force takes a hold of me and I find myself reaching out to grab his tie pulling him closer to me. Our faces are almost touching. He gently pulls my hands down off the tie, backing away slowly. “He he, I’m not that easy.” He turns to walk away shouting as he does, “See you at 8pm!”
I silently berate myself for losing control once again, watching him walk away as he leaves me standing in the doorway half naked. I relax slightly as I look down the hallway watching his pert ass walking away. I smile to myself. Yes he is annoying, but damn he is sexy!
I go back inside and feel that familiar tingling between my legs, realising it’s not just my skin that is wet. I lay down on the bed, not caring that my hair is soaking the covers. I undo the towel and reach down between my legs. I am surprised at just how wet I am and cannot resist touching myself further. I caress my breasts slowly before moving my hand between my legs. I imagine him kissing and licking me down there as I rub my lips and clit gently. I close my eyes, grab hold of his thick wavy hair and push him into me deeper. My breath deepens as I rub faster, imagining him licking me harder.
My breath quickens and I am so close to climaxing. I open my eyes and whisper to myself. “No, no, no stop.” No stranger has ever turned me on this much. I want to enjoy the wait. The anticipation.
I rise up off the bed to get ready and decide to go for a little walk to clear my head. I feel a little naughty as I put on my undies, still enjoying the wetness between my legs from my encounter.
On the way to the exit I notice a sign that reads: Inspiration Room, a little arrow leading the way. I stop and grin to myself. Do I dare take a peek to see if Hunter is in there? I walk tentatively towards the room and before I have a chance to turn back I realise I am already in full view out of the glass windows of the meeting room. I stop and stare as I realise Hunter is leading the meeting. Damn he looks good. He notices me and stops talking. I freeze once more and can feel my face burning up. He winks quickly before returning to address the group.
Once again I am mortified and quickly leave the hotel to go on my walk. Even though I am embarrassed by my behaviour I cannot resist this guy. I know I’m going to go to the bar later. The throbbing between my legs tells me so.
He is waiting for me on a small sofa in a dimly lit corner of the bar. I take a moment to observe him. Looking at him gives me a burst of energy and my body tingles in a anticipation. I take a deep breath and walk over to sit next to him. He looks over at me smiling. “I see you had time to put some clothes on. That’s kind of a shame, but you do look rather sexy.” He beams at me confidently. I shake my head smiling in response, “And why are you still in that shirt and tie?” He looks at me and smiles, “Because I thought you would like to do the honours. You certainly seemed in the mood earlier.” I blush once more and look down.
I feel his hand on my chin slowly lifting my head up to face him again. His face is now serious. “Go on. Be my guest.” He gently picks up my hands and places them on his tie. The touch of his skin against mine sends shivers down my spine. I slowly unravel his tie, neither of us breaking eye contact. I slide it slowly from his shirt. He takes it out of my hands and hangs it over my neck, pulling me closer to him. His face is so close and I am desperate to kiss him. He leans over and nibbles my neck, I am melting into him and ready to grab his head to kiss him, when he stops and whispers in my ear, “Check my right pocket.” I reach inside and pull out a key card labelled Inspiration Room. He looks at me, a serious look on his face still. “Fancy getting some inspiration with me?”
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