family and I loved her with all my heart. She had picked up the pieces after my parent’s death and patched me together the best she could.
We got into his car, some sleek sports model worth at least six figures more than my shitty Corolla, and headed off to whatever the evening held. Our small talk was easy, we were natural with each other and he got my jokes. All of them. I was more than impressed by the time we pulled up in front of a towering building on Seattle’s waterfront and a valet leapt to his feet to whisk the car away.
We walked through a lobby straight out of Architectural Digest. I was silent as we strolled arm in arm, my heels clicking on the marble floors and my feet silently screaming at me for night two of abuse. I was so glad I didn’t slide on my old leather flats though, even in heels and a little black dress I felt shockingly underdressed.
“You look like you’re going to throw up, love,” Isaac whispered as we got into the elevator, “ don’t be nervous, I promise I won’t bite. Much.”
“I’m okay,” I replied, my nervous smoothing of invisible wrinkles in the fabric of my dress must be giving me away.
“Yes, you’re always okay,” he said and smiled. Suddenly he reached out and hit the emergency stop button. The elevator lights went dim and an alarm sounded.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
“What I’ve wanted to do since you opened the door,” he replied. He stepped towards me, cupped my face in his huge hands and leaned down to kiss me.
It was one of those god damn feel it from the end of my hair to the tips of my toes kind of kisses. His lips were soft but persistent, his tongue seeking mine and conquering it with ease, I was completely pliant against him and willing to do anything at that point.
A speaker on the control panel buzzed and a voice broke through our bubble to ask, “Excuse me, is there an emergency?”
Isaac didn’t stop his kisses, but I stiffened up, pulled back and buried my head in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. “They’re probably watching,” I whispered against his broad muscled embrace.
“Let them watch,” he replied and kissed the top of my head, paused and inhaled. “You smell so fucking good I could devour you right now, no matter who was spying on us.”
I felt a jolt of excitement course through me, a small thrill knowing that he didn’t care who might see what we were up to.
Then my good sense kicked in and I said, “I know, but I’m…not shy exactly…a hermit perhaps? That’s probably the best word for it. I’m sorry, I’m just not used to this.”
He touched my cheek with his hand, held it there and looked at me. “I’m the one who should be sorry,” he replied, “I forget that you’re not used to this. I was raised in the spotlight and have lived under the public’s scrutiny since I left home. It’s all a part of life for me, but not for you.”
He reached down and pulled the emergency stop button out. The lights flared, the alarms went off and the elevator started moving again.
He kissed me one more time before we made it to the fifth floor. This time I didn’t notice the doors open until he let me go. I blushed furiously when I caught the angry sideways glance of a beautiful, glamourous older woman. She and her husband pushed past us as we exited, they must have gotten a little show when the doors had opened.
“Such displays,” she muttered under her breath, “so crass.” She nudged her husband and he looked down at her.
“Lucky guy,” he said as the doors closed. Isaac and I laughed and he took my hand in his as we approached the maître d. On the way to our table I had a spare moment to catch my breath and take in my surroundings.
And check out his fine body as I followed him.
And I have to tell you, it was fine indeed.
Chapter Ten
The restaurant was built overlooking the water, the lights from the city twinkled all around us, and our table was close enough to
We got into his car, some sleek sports model worth at least six figures more than my shitty Corolla, and headed off to whatever the evening held. Our small talk was easy, we were natural with each other and he got my jokes. All of them. I was more than impressed by the time we pulled up in front of a towering building on Seattle’s waterfront and a valet leapt to his feet to whisk the car away.
We walked through a lobby straight out of Architectural Digest. I was silent as we strolled arm in arm, my heels clicking on the marble floors and my feet silently screaming at me for night two of abuse. I was so glad I didn’t slide on my old leather flats though, even in heels and a little black dress I felt shockingly underdressed.
“You look like you’re going to throw up, love,” Isaac whispered as we got into the elevator, “ don’t be nervous, I promise I won’t bite. Much.”
“I’m okay,” I replied, my nervous smoothing of invisible wrinkles in the fabric of my dress must be giving me away.
“Yes, you’re always okay,” he said and smiled. Suddenly he reached out and hit the emergency stop button. The elevator lights went dim and an alarm sounded.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
“What I’ve wanted to do since you opened the door,” he replied. He stepped towards me, cupped my face in his huge hands and leaned down to kiss me.
It was one of those god damn feel it from the end of my hair to the tips of my toes kind of kisses. His lips were soft but persistent, his tongue seeking mine and conquering it with ease, I was completely pliant against him and willing to do anything at that point.
A speaker on the control panel buzzed and a voice broke through our bubble to ask, “Excuse me, is there an emergency?”
Isaac didn’t stop his kisses, but I stiffened up, pulled back and buried my head in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. “They’re probably watching,” I whispered against his broad muscled embrace.
“Let them watch,” he replied and kissed the top of my head, paused and inhaled. “You smell so fucking good I could devour you right now, no matter who was spying on us.”
I felt a jolt of excitement course through me, a small thrill knowing that he didn’t care who might see what we were up to.
Then my good sense kicked in and I said, “I know, but I’m…not shy exactly…a hermit perhaps? That’s probably the best word for it. I’m sorry, I’m just not used to this.”
He touched my cheek with his hand, held it there and looked at me. “I’m the one who should be sorry,” he replied, “I forget that you’re not used to this. I was raised in the spotlight and have lived under the public’s scrutiny since I left home. It’s all a part of life for me, but not for you.”
He reached down and pulled the emergency stop button out. The lights flared, the alarms went off and the elevator started moving again.
He kissed me one more time before we made it to the fifth floor. This time I didn’t notice the doors open until he let me go. I blushed furiously when I caught the angry sideways glance of a beautiful, glamourous older woman. She and her husband pushed past us as we exited, they must have gotten a little show when the doors had opened.
“Such displays,” she muttered under her breath, “so crass.” She nudged her husband and he looked down at her.
“Lucky guy,” he said as the doors closed. Isaac and I laughed and he took my hand in his as we approached the maître d. On the way to our table I had a spare moment to catch my breath and take in my surroundings.
And check out his fine body as I followed him.
And I have to tell you, it was fine indeed.
Chapter Ten
The restaurant was built overlooking the water, the lights from the city twinkled all around us, and our table was close enough to
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