emotions, there was no reason they couldn’t be intimate, right?
“Michael,” she said softly, “maybe just one time, to get it off of the table.”
Michael’s hand went up, “Check.”
Leaving the food and wine behind, Michael wrapped his arm over Natalie’s shoulder and flagged a cab. Was this a mistake? He didn’t know, and at this point he didn’t care. There was a beautiful woman who wanted to make love to him, and he wasn’t going to split hairs over it right now. He’d take her to bed, make love to her, and figure out the rest of the details later. His body wouldn’t have it any other way, now that they’d made the decision.
He wanted to throw himself on her in the cab, smother her with kisses, taste her sweet lips, but he held onto what little dignity he had left and waited until they made their way to his home. Paying the taxi driver, he led Natalie into the grand building, barely able to breathe.
The thought of stopping the elevator and taking her right there raced through his mind, but he knew they had surveillance cameras in them, and that wouldn’t be fair to her.
Holding her hand, leading the way, they arrived at his floor. Opening the door, she was met with a sweeping view of the city.
Michael’s place was minimalist, a white leather sofa, a simple black table in front of it. A picture or two graced the wall, blending more than contrasting. There were no mementos, no knick-knacks, no random photographs displayed. There wasn’t a trace of personality, just simple lines, and furniture that was more utilitarian than fashionable.
Michael wrapped his arm around Natalie’s waist, pulling her in close. The crackle of electricity was dancing between them. Natalie could feel Michael’s hot breath on her lips as he inched in closer.
Parting her lips, Mic hael pressed his mouth to hers. A loud thump, thump, thump came from the door. Natalie jumped back, startled.
“Michael,” a banging came from the door, “Michael, are you there?” Her voice was sloppy and drunk.
Sighing, he apologized and answered the door. He desperately wanted to ignore it, but he knew who it was, and she wouldn’t simply go away, she’d stand there banging at the door all night.
Opening the door the slightest bit and standing in front of it, Michael answered the door. “Now is not a good time,” he said.
“It’s a good time for me,” she pushed under his arm, and saw Natalie standing there. “Oh.”
Natalie stared at the woman like a deer caught in headlights, not sure what to do or how to react.
“Who’s this?” She said turning to Michael. “You didn’t call. You said you call. You always say you’ll call, and you never do. Does he do that to you too?”
“You should leave,” Michael chimed in, about to escort her out.
“No need, she can stay. I was just leaving,” Natalie said, slipping past him and out the door.
“Natalie,” he wanted to chase after her, but he had a situation to deal with. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. Leading the drunken girl out the door, his hand under her arm, he guided her out. “We’re through here, I won’t be calling anymore.”
She stood staring. “Whatever,” she said, stumbling down the hallway. “I’ve had better.”
The elevator doors were just opening, and if the drunken woman hurried she’d make it – only Natalie pressed the close doors button, seeing the woman and Michael coming at her. They closed just in time. She sighed deeply. She didn’t need this kind of nonsense in her life. She’d almost gone to bed with him – such a fool, such a fool, such a fool. No hanky panky, no sex, no kissing, she’d simply look good on his arm, but there’d be nothing else. She was almost grateful the woman showed up, she saved her from making a grave mistake.
Finally making it out of the building, she stood breathing in the night air. The doorman hailed her a cab, and just as she was getting in, Michael was bursting through the front door,
“Michael,” she said softly, “maybe just one time, to get it off of the table.”
Michael’s hand went up, “Check.”
Leaving the food and wine behind, Michael wrapped his arm over Natalie’s shoulder and flagged a cab. Was this a mistake? He didn’t know, and at this point he didn’t care. There was a beautiful woman who wanted to make love to him, and he wasn’t going to split hairs over it right now. He’d take her to bed, make love to her, and figure out the rest of the details later. His body wouldn’t have it any other way, now that they’d made the decision.
He wanted to throw himself on her in the cab, smother her with kisses, taste her sweet lips, but he held onto what little dignity he had left and waited until they made their way to his home. Paying the taxi driver, he led Natalie into the grand building, barely able to breathe.
The thought of stopping the elevator and taking her right there raced through his mind, but he knew they had surveillance cameras in them, and that wouldn’t be fair to her.
Holding her hand, leading the way, they arrived at his floor. Opening the door, she was met with a sweeping view of the city.
Michael’s place was minimalist, a white leather sofa, a simple black table in front of it. A picture or two graced the wall, blending more than contrasting. There were no mementos, no knick-knacks, no random photographs displayed. There wasn’t a trace of personality, just simple lines, and furniture that was more utilitarian than fashionable.
Michael wrapped his arm around Natalie’s waist, pulling her in close. The crackle of electricity was dancing between them. Natalie could feel Michael’s hot breath on her lips as he inched in closer.
Parting her lips, Mic hael pressed his mouth to hers. A loud thump, thump, thump came from the door. Natalie jumped back, startled.
“Michael,” a banging came from the door, “Michael, are you there?” Her voice was sloppy and drunk.
Sighing, he apologized and answered the door. He desperately wanted to ignore it, but he knew who it was, and she wouldn’t simply go away, she’d stand there banging at the door all night.
Opening the door the slightest bit and standing in front of it, Michael answered the door. “Now is not a good time,” he said.
“It’s a good time for me,” she pushed under his arm, and saw Natalie standing there. “Oh.”
Natalie stared at the woman like a deer caught in headlights, not sure what to do or how to react.
“Who’s this?” She said turning to Michael. “You didn’t call. You said you call. You always say you’ll call, and you never do. Does he do that to you too?”
“You should leave,” Michael chimed in, about to escort her out.
“No need, she can stay. I was just leaving,” Natalie said, slipping past him and out the door.
“Natalie,” he wanted to chase after her, but he had a situation to deal with. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. Leading the drunken girl out the door, his hand under her arm, he guided her out. “We’re through here, I won’t be calling anymore.”
She stood staring. “Whatever,” she said, stumbling down the hallway. “I’ve had better.”
The elevator doors were just opening, and if the drunken woman hurried she’d make it – only Natalie pressed the close doors button, seeing the woman and Michael coming at her. They closed just in time. She sighed deeply. She didn’t need this kind of nonsense in her life. She’d almost gone to bed with him – such a fool, such a fool, such a fool. No hanky panky, no sex, no kissing, she’d simply look good on his arm, but there’d be nothing else. She was almost grateful the woman showed up, she saved her from making a grave mistake.
Finally making it out of the building, she stood breathing in the night air. The doorman hailed her a cab, and just as she was getting in, Michael was bursting through the front door,
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