Heat Wave - Erotika Short Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women Series) (3 page)

“Yes, I’ve seen some of the tantrums. I think I know exactly
what you’re talking about it.” I surveyed the menu for a minute as the waiter
poured two glasses of sparkling water.

“Can I start you two off with a cocktail?” The waiter wasn’t
even looking at me. He was looking at Robert. Clearly, he was the VIP in the
room.

“Yes, bring me my usual,” he said.

“And for you miss?”

“I’ll have what he’s having,” I said. And that was one of
the best ways to increase propinquity. By having the same tastes and likes, you
automatically increase propinquity in the person you’re interested in. Of
course, whatever was dropped in front of me, I was going to love.

I looked back down at the menu. “What should we eat?”

“I don’t know about you,” he said, “but I’m starving.”

“Me too.” I smiled, and I would have thought it was quite a
genuine smile. I was pretty happy to be there with him.

“I’m tired of having the same things,” he said to the
waiter, who had now returned with the drinks. “Tell the chef to whip us up
something special.”

“Right away, Mr. Dorning.” The waiter rushed off on his
special mission to please the powerful and sexy, Mr. Robert Dorning. Oh, what I
would have done just to tear his clothes off right then and there at that
table.

“Something special?” I asked, as I smiled at him again.

“They know me here.” He smiled back. It was genuine.

“Looks like it,” I said.

The waiter dropped off the two drinks – scotch on the
rocks.

“Well, shall we do a toast?”

I picked up my glass, and raised it closer to his. “Yes,
what should we toast to?”

“To new beginnings,” he said. This time, it was more of a
devilish smile.

“I’ll cheers to that.” I carefully sipped the drink and was
pleasantly surprised at its contents. “Wow. Smooth.”

“Blue label. Are you a fan of scotch?” he quizzically looked
at me.

“Absolutely. One of my top three favorite drinks.” I thought
that was a pretty good response considering it wasn’t a full outright lie. And
of course, it was Blue Label, I thought. Now, even though I was more a fan of
vodka, than I was scotch, I wasn’t about to make that apparent. I lovingly
sipped every last drop of that drink.

After we were a few drinks deep, Robert began opening up
about his relationship to me. I heard things that I would have never guessed
were going on behind closed doors, because I only ever saw the “perfect” side
of marital bliss from Amy.

“And this plate here, is a Chilean Sea Bass, served with a slow-roast
sweet potato mash, and truffle sauce,” said the waiter as he dropped off the
main course, after several plates of appetizers.

“Wow,” I said, staring at the plate. “This looks amazing.”

“Chef Pierre does wonders here. The food is exquisite, isn’t
it?”

I smiled as I carefully placed a tender fork-filled morsel
into my mouth. “Mmm,” I said. I had to close my eyes for a moment to savor the
explosion of flavors in my mouth. As I opened them back up, he was staring intently
at me. I had him hooked.

Robert Dorning was four drinks in, and it was starting to
show. He was starting to loosen up, and I could feel the flirting coming on
pretty strong at this point. I had to think whether or not I wanted to reel him
in, or string him along for a little while longer. Either way, he was going to
be mine. It was just a matter of time. Then, I felt his foot touch mine. He
made it out to be an accident, but I knew exactly what he was doing.

“Sorry, about that. Didn’t realize your toe was there. I
thought it was the table leg.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” I replied. He wasn’t sorry. “I’m really
sorry about you, and Amy. I mean, if there’s anything that I can do to, you can
always let me know. I’m here for you guys.” That was a lie.

Just as we were finishing up the main course, desert was
dropped in front of us. Wow. It was a heavenly slice of chocolate ganache cake
with a rich cocoa butter cream. Calories! “Oh wow, this is too much. I don’t
know if I can.”

“We can share,” he said, cutting me off.

“Share?” I played coy.

“Yeah, I don’t usually splurge for desert either, but I
might need the food in me to counterbalance some of this booze. I think I’m
feeling a little drunk.”

It was okay for someone like Robert Dorning to be drunk in
the middle of the day. He was at the helm of a Fortune 1000 company, with no
one to answer to. “Easy for you,” I said.

“Well, excuse me,” he said, “aren’t you in the same boat?”
He smiled.

“I guess.” I smiled back.

“Miss Sara Beckett, writer extraordinaire. Where do you get
all these ideas for the books you write?”

“I suppose they just come to me,” I smiled again. I couldn’t
stop smiling at him. Maybe it was the booze, but I was definitely feeling a
serious level of attraction. And as much as I wanted to tear his clothes off
right then and there, I hesitated with the thought for a moment. What about
Amy?

“Right. Well, the last one Amy read, I couldn’t tear her
away from for nearly two days. I don’t think she did anything but read your
book.”

“That’s funny, she never told me she read them, or that she
enjoyed my books.” I looked at him with this funny look. It was true, every
time I asked her if she had picked up one of my books, she would tell me she
promised to, but kept never getting around to it.

“Well, she raves about them to me, all the time. She’s read
every single last book that you write,” he said.

Now I was starting to feel bad. All this time I thought she
never really cared enough to read my work. Meanwhile, she’s been gobbling them
up and keeping it some sort of weird little secret. “That’s so strange. Why
wouldn’t she say anything to me?” I was drunk by now, and trying my best not to
slur my words, and trying to keep my composure, but he was sitting just inches
from me, and I wanted him so bad. It was pretty clear he wanted me, too.

“That’s not strange. That’s, Amy.”

The sixth Blue Label on the rocks was dropped in front of
him. “Here you go, Mr. Dorning,” said the waiter.

I wasn’t about to tell him to pace himself, but he
definitely needed to pace himself. But then again, it was the perfect excuse to
bed him – he was too intoxicated to think straight. But was he really?

“What do you say we head upstairs?” he quipped.

“Upstairs?” I was playing coy again.

“Yes, upstairs,” he looked at me like he was going to devour
me right there.

“Sure, where are we going?”

“Somewhere with a little bit more privacy.”

It was as if I was looking the devil in the eyes. I didn’t
think my plan would work out this well, but it really was going according to
plan. Although something was tugging at my heartstrings, the thought of
pressing his hard body up against mine sent me into a wet-dreamed fantasy
world.

“Sure,” I said.

On the 78
^th
floor, Robert
Dorning opened the door to the presidential suite of the hotel. Shock. Awe.
Stunning, sweeping views of the Manhattan Skyline and Hudson River welcomed us
in the entry. The soaring, two-story presidential suite was lined with ceiling
to floor glass windows. It was captivating. No, it was breathtaking. In fact,
I’m not usually very impressed, and although I’ve been a guest to some of their
very lavish parties, this takes the cake.

“What do you think?” Now he was the one being coy.

I smiled. “Well, it’s okay, I suppose, if you’re into this
sort of thing,” I said in return, throwing him a devilish grin. As I walked
through the grand entrance into the suite, I was blown away by the decor and
sweeping views. For the first time, in a long time, I was actually speechless.

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s okay.” He laughed to himself.

I was still enamored by the place. I clicked along the
marble entryway, made my way across the expansive carpet in the living area,
then to the soaring glass windows. Next to me, there was a black grand piano
that had been situated adjacent to a very large, all glass and steel, spiral
staircase. “Wow.” Okay, I was impressed. I guess I should let him witness it a
bit.

“That’s more like it.” He threw his suit jacket on the couch
as he drew closer to me, where I was still standing in complete awe of the city
beneath. From that high, the people just looked like little ants, scurrying
about their days, moving from one point to another. I could feel him eyeing me
up and down, and in my present state of intoxication, I was certainly not going
to dissuade him from doing so. I could see a partial reflection of him through
the soaring glass windows as he approached me, getting closer, and closer. I
could almost feel him breathing on me now.

But he just stood there for a moment, eyeing me up and down.
I was busy taking in the expanse of the city when he pressed up against me,
almost in an instant. He placed his hands on the glass windows spread far apart
as he nestled his head into my neck, and pressed his hard member firmly against
me. I shuddered and trembled at the mere act of having him so close to me.

I moaned a little.

“Some view isn’t it?” he asked while still pressed firmly up
against me.

“Sure is.” I moaned again. My left check was now pressed up
against the glass as he pushed into me.

I didn’t know if I was too afraid to turn around, or I just
wanted to keep him waiting in anticipation, but we remained like that for what
seemed like an eternity. It was just me, and Robert Dorning, pressed up against
the soaring 30-foot high glass windows of the presidential suite on Fifth
Avenue. Who would have knew it? The whole world was down there below us just
going about their days, not realizing the scandalous nature of what was about
to occur on the very top floor of the hotel.

“Can I get you another drink?”

I didn’t want to spoil the mood, but I replied, “Sure, what
should we have?” I was hoping he wouldn’t say scotch, but whatever it is he
said, I would vehemently agree to.

“In the mood for some red wine?”

I was over the moon. “Red wine? Why, you just said the magic
words. I would love to have some red wine.”

“Well, we have quite a selection of reds here.”

Apparently, he had taken the liberty of arranging all of
this before our little lunch rendezvous, which made me realize that he had been
secretly planning this for quite some time now. “How about a Cabernet?” I
asked.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking. I have a few bottles
here of some very rare reds from the late 1990s.”

“Where from?”

“Napa Valley. These wines are exquisite. The owner of the
winery is a personal friend of mine.” He popped the bottle of red open with a
fancy automated wine bottle opener.

Of course he is, I thought to myself. What billionaire
wouldn’t have a friend that owns a sprawling winery in Napa Valley? “Sounds
good to me,” I said.

“Here, take a sip of this,” he said as he walked over to
hand me an enormous wine glass filled half way with the decadent elixir. I took
the glass from him and gave it a quick sniff and a swirl. I had to look the
part considering it probably was a very, very expensive bottle of wine.

“And?”

I sipped the wine ever so slowly, allowing it to flicker on
my tongue. The wine had these incredible tannins, and as it made its way down
my throat, it felt like a smooth velvety concoction lingering for just long
enough to symbolize perfection. It was inexplicably good. I looked at him
intently after that first sip, giving him an eyeing approval in my lustful
stare. “Incredible.” That was all I could say.

“I thought you would think so. At three thousand dollars a
bottle, it better be,” he said very coyly. He was certainly good at playing
this game of push and pull.

I tried not to choke up the mouthful of wine that I had in
my mouth after he said it. Three thousand dollars, I thought to myself. I mean,
I have expensive taste, but that takes the cake. “Worth every single last
penny, if I might say so myself.” As I looked over at the bar, he had two rows
of the bottle lined up. It looks like we were going to be in for some night.

*****

As the wine bottle wound its way down, and he opened the
second, we made our way into the bedroom. “This was it,” I thought to myself.
He was finally going to be mine. All mine. I had been waiting for this moment
for so long that my legs were quivering just thinking about it. I hadn’t felt
this kind of lust for a man in years, and like a vulture circling his prey, I
was looking to make my kill.

As we walked into the bedroom, just as we were entering
through the door, he forcibly grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, and
gave me the most passionate, loving kiss. His tongue caressed its way into my
mouth, as it did a dance with mine in a perfect synchronized manner. We were
entangled, against the wall, and he grabbed my right leg, reaching under my
skirt and lifted my knee to his chest. I was in heaven.

I moaned.

He moaned.

He ran his hand up my ankle, around the inner part of my thigh,
then slowly made his way down, and down, until he reached the wet, pulsating
flesh behind my panties. All the while, he was kissing me in the most erotic
manner, and I thought I was going to explode right then and there. He came back
up to meet my stare and I threw my arms around his neck, and dove further into a
rapturous kiss.

I moaned.

I started undoing my blouse while we were still slammed up
against the wall and he was kissing me deeply, and I exposed my large supple
breasts that were still harnessed by my bra, and he dove in like a child
starved for his mother’s milk. It was incredible. He kissed in and around my bare
breasts, pulling my bra just far enough so he could suck on the nipple every
now and then, and I was yearning for more.