TRAPPED IN YOU (English)

Chapter 3

(Joy)

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IT all started with a black and revealing silk dress.

            It was in the after party of a successful fashion show by a designer named Anton Rump, the owner of the boutique where I worked. My co-workers and I were invited for a party that was exclusive for the models, production crew of the show and the VIP guests. Lizzy was also invited because she was one of the stylists who helped Anton for the fashion show.

            My plan for that night was to attend the party in my normal clothes. Jeans, pumps and a blouse created by Anton – a gift he gave to me for my one year anniversary as his boutique manager. But when Lizzy saw me she suddenly held my arm and dragged me to the nearest dressing room.

            “Take that off. Wear this one. Hurry so I can do your hair and make-up,” my friend told me.

            My eyes widened when I looked down at the dress she gave me. It was one of the outfits they used for the fashion show and also one of my favorites from our boutique’s’ new collection.

“Lizzy,” I gasped as I stare at the dress. It was a pretty and classy outfit. Plunging neckline and backless. The length is down to the ankles but the slits are up to the thighs. “Would this suit me?”

Lizzy gave me a warning look. “Shut up. It will be amazing on you. That dress is made for your body type,” she said and pointed at my breasts. “I want to see that dress worn by a woman with ample boobs. Besides, I want you to be beautiful tonight.”

“But why?” I asked as I began to take off my clothes. Lizzy is very persistent so I know she will not stop until I give in and do what she wants. Besides, I really love the dress.

“I will introduce you to James.”

I stopped and looked at her in amazement. My friend grinned. “It is time to do something about your obsession with him. And I want you to be so gorgeous he will not be able to resist you. You’ll never know, you might finally get a s*x life.” 

My face heated up but my heart skipped in anticipation. I was nervous to face and meet James but there is no way I will say no to Lizzy’s help. I took a deep breath. “Will he really notice me?”

“Of course. Leave it to me. I will introduce you to him as soon as we get into the party.”

But Lizzy wasn’t able to fulfill her promise. By the time we entered the club where the after party was being held a friend of hers dragged her away from me. I was left alone at the entrance and I got a little uncomfortable with the way men near me were staring at my body. I resisted the urge to cover myself. I don’t want to ruin the dress by doing that. I was still the manager of our boutique and even if I am no model, it was still my duty to make sure Anton’s creation looks perfect while I was wearing it. So I held my chin up and walked to the bar counter where I decided to wait for Lizzy.

I ordered a glass of martini. I sipped on the drink as I look around the sea of people dancing on the dance floor. As always, every time I know that we are on the same place my eyes ended up looking for James. I finished my drink without seeing even a strand of his hair.

What if he was with a woman somewhere?

I ordered another martini to erase that thought from my mind. After that I looked around again, focusing on dark corners.  My heart ached when I thought that I might see him in one corner because I was sure that if he really is in there he will not be alone. What if I saw him kissing a woman? What if they were doing more than that? I don’t know if I can survive seeing him flirting with someone else.

“Are you looking for someone?”

I almost choked when I felt instead of heard the low and seductive voice on my right. Butterflies flew on my stomach when I turned to see the man casually leaning on the bar counter, holding a glass of alcohol and only inches away from me.

James Salgado. He was so close to me that I thought I was dreaming.

He stared at my face, then his gaze slowly went down to my body. He took his time looking at my breasts that were barely covered by the thin material of my dress. My n*****s were already hard and aroused by the time his eyes went lower down to my feet. His gaze made my whole body warm.

Our eyes met when he looked at my face again. I caught my breath when a mischievous smile appeared in his perfect lips. “That looks good on you. I knew there was something missing with the model who wore that during the fashion show.”

May face grew hot. I was so happy to hear that from him so I smiled. “Thank you.”

“Do you want more of that?” he asked as he looked at the glass I was holding.

I looked down at the glass too. To be honest I am not a good drinker. The limit of my alcohol tolerance is just two glasses. But I don’t want our moment to end so when I looked at his face I smiled sweetly and said, “Sure.”

His eyes shone with delight. I drank the last drop of martini from my glass. His gaze on me didn’t waver as his tongue licked his lower lip. Heat washed over my whole body. I could not help myself from staring at his lips. If it was another man who did that, I could have been disgusted. But when James did it I got aroused. Anticipation made the hair at my nape rise.

When he asked the bartender for another drink he almost didn’t look away from me. For a long time we talked about impersonal topics. When other women approached him and asked him to dance he didn’t really pay attention to them. He just smiled at them and politely refused. And when some women became persistent James slightly moved closer to me until I can almost feel the heat emanating from his body. That was when the women finally went away, disappointment and envy written all over their faces when they looked at me.

With that simple gesture James sent a message. Tonight he chose me.

“Is it really okay that you didn’t join them? Are you sure?” I asked, my breath caught in my throat.

He looked at me as the corner of his lips lifted knowingly. “I never do anything I’m not sure of.”

My heart beats faster. I can feel myself shaking with expectation. James stare and smile are already enough to bring a tingling sensation in every pore of my body. My n*****s are erect and I feel moist between my legs. He was not even touching me yet. Even when he came near me there were still a few centimeters between us. But the way he looked at me made it seem as if he was touching my body inside his head.

 “Are you not going to drink that?” he asked pertaining to the new glass of martini in my hand.

“I’m at my limit already.”

“Such a good girl,” he said every word slowly.

“It depends on your definition of ‘good’.”

His eyebrow arched as he leaned closer to me, our faces only inches apart. “Are you flirting with me?”

Oh God, yes. If this was a different situation, if it was not dark or if I didn’t have a drink, I might not even dare. But there was something about that night, maybe the s****l tension that I have been feeling since the first moment we talked, that made me brave.

“Do you want me to?” I asked in the most seductive voice I can do.

Instead of answering he just rewarded me with a sexy smile. I gasped when I felt the light tad of his fingers against my side, slowly touching me there. Then he leaned even closer and whispered in my ear. “Do you want to do what I want?”

I closed my eyes because of the sensation brought by his hot breath against my skin. “Yes.”

“Then drink that. I want to see you swallow it all down,” he said in a low voice, his lips almost pressed in my ear.

I drank the martini too fast. I got embarrassed when I felt a drop of the liquid sliding from my lips down to my chin. I was just about to wipe it with my hand when –

“Let me,” James said. I did not understand what he meant at first. I looked up at him. Then my lips parted in surprise when his thumb landed at the side of my lips. He sensually wiped the drop of martini from there and then down to my chin.

“Thank y –“

The words got caught in my throat when he put the thumb he used to wipe the martini off me inside his mouth. He was staring at my lips while he slowly sucked at it, as if savoring the taste of martini – or was it really?

I unconsciously squeezed my thighs together. But the silk against my skin only made me feel more sensitive. And I can see in James’ eyes that he knew what was happening to me. In fact he looked like he was enjoying it. After he sucked his thumb he slowly rubbed his lower lip.

I swallowed as I stare at his lips. “What else do you want me to do?” I asked.

A slow and sensual music suddenly played inside the club. James put down his glass in the bar counter, stood up and offered his hand. “Dance with me.”

“Is that what you want?”

He nodded. No playful smile on his lips. His stare so dark and intense. “This is what I want.”

I smiled. I inwardly sighed. At last! I put down my glass and stood up. I raised my hand and he grabbed it. He linked our fingers. Then he pulled me to the center of the dance floor.

There were so many people in there. Just a little move and a sweaty and hot body will touch the other. That situation was precisely the reason why our bodies are almost touching. We didn’t talk in words, only our eyes. We were face to face in the dance floor. James pulled me against his hard body. His hand at my waist, sensually touching me to the rhythm of the music; up to the underside of my breasts, then down to my hips, again and again.

I closed my eyes to savor the sensation; every stroke makes me lean into him more. I moaned softly when the next time we moved with the music I felt his thigh between my thighs. The slit of my gown opened. I knew my legs were fully exposed now, but I started not to care. I looked up to see his serious expression as he gaze at me.  

I really cannot escape anymore. I was totally captured by James Salgado. It was his eyes. Magnetic and scorching hot.