5. The Natural Outcome
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“So, do you mind telling me what you do for a living?” Xavier asked in between two bites of his entrée.
“I’m a writer,” Amira replied before smiling his way.
He let out an “Oh!” in exclamation before taking another bite of his mushroom omelet. “Interesting.”
“Well, it started off as a pass-time when I was fifteen,” she told him, almost as if she couldn’t stop herself from rambling. “It grew into a passion later on. And now, it has become my full-time job.”
“And what did you study originally in college?” He c****d an eyebrow at her.
“I majored to become an IT engineer,” she shook her head almost disbelievingly. “Can you believe that? This life I’m leading now isn’t what I signed up for before entering college. I had different dreams then, different goals…” she trailed off, the ghost of a smirk settling over her lips.
“Do you regret the path you’re on?” He sounded genuinely curious, and seemed interested in knowing the answer. He put both elbows on the table and leaned forward.
She gasped at the intensity of it all.
Good god, the last time she had gone on a date… it was such a distant memory, and such a bad one too.
Let’s not remember the past now, she admonished herself, and was pulled back to the present by him calling her name. “Amira?”
“Hmm, sorry. I zoned out. I tend to do that a lot,” she apologized, blushing to the roots of her hair.
“It’s okay,” he smiled at her.
“And to answer your question, no, I don’t regret the choices I made. I never do, not even my worst ones,” she said simply while chewing on her salad. “Regret just isn’t in my vocabulary.”
And it was the truth, not just some groundless talk. Good god, she had made such poor choices in the past, but she regretted none. They had made her the woman she was today after all.
“What about you? Tell me about yourself,” she asked softly.
And he obliged by telling her he had been born into a wealthy family, and that the chain of hotels was founded by his grandfather…
By the time desert arrived, they were laughing at each other’s jokes wholeheartedly, and they were almost in their own bubble, forgetting about all and everything else. Their chemistry was out of this world.
“Do you want to take this somewhere else?” He then asked.
“Sure,” she agreed readily, breathlessly, for the dark promise in his eyes was unmistakable.
When they exited the restaurant, Amira was almost panting, her panties wet with white-hot desire.
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The moment they entered his car, he reached out to caress her knee and then her thigh through the thin material of her dress.
Head heavy with desire, she didn’t stop him.
“I want you so damn much,” he said on a guttural groan.
She kept quiet and only clamped her legs shut, the anticipation killing her. Now would be a good time to tell him she was virgin, and stop this nonsense… but she didn’t want it to stop. She didn’t want him to stop touching her. She already felt like she belonged to him somehow, on some level, as if he had some claim on her.
When they pulled up outside a luxurious building she didn’t recognize, she guessed he must have taken her to his place downtown.
She turned to him, to put an end to it all, but couldn’t for the life of her say the words… as desire gripped her insides and made her a needy mess, she couldn’t help but moan when she saw his eyes almost endless pools of brown.
“You want this as much as I do, don’t you, princesa?” He asked in a demanding tone.
She could only nod in response.
“Don’t just nod at me, speak,” the way he commanded her to speak her mind was out of this world, and she found herself complying.
“Yes, I want you,” she said timidly, blushing anew.
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he did. It was such a simple gesture, and yet, she could have gotten down to her knees for him… all so she’d taste him, have him – all of him.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we won’t make it to the penthouse,” he said as he punched on the button for the elevator to come down. “I’ll take you in the damned elevator,” he told her in a husky whisper, near her ear, making a shiver of pure awareness run down her spine. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Her only answer was a needy moan.
As soon as they entered the elevator and its doors shut closed, Xavier turned to her, eyes dark with lust, and his lips attacked hers ferociously. It almost felt as if he had never had a woman before… or maybe had it been too long for him too.
Somehow, she doubted that.
He was such a fine specimen, and a wealthy one at that. She was sure he had no trouble finding willing partners whenever and wherever he wished.
And she was just another lay to him.
The thought was like a bucket of cold water on her.
When his tongue licked her lower lip, asking for entrance, and she denied him stubbornly, his hand rose to her chest and he pinched on her left n****e.
She gasped, and that was all it took for him to have access to her mouth.
Their tongues clashed, and danced together in a dance as old as time, while feverish caresses rained down her sides. She moaned into the kiss, giving in to his demands and to her flesh’s needs.
She knew it was unwise to let a man have his way with her on the first date. But she had never wanted a man as much as she did at the moment, common sense be damned.
When the elevator finally stopped, and he had to open the door of his penthouse, she contemplated once again telling him she was a virgin, but then decided against it.
She’d have a night she’d remember for the rest of her life, and then leave, never to return again, never to meet him again.
- Writer
