FRIDAY
“The Venetian, mm goi,” he said to the taxi driver. His warm, tenor voice filled the car, giving Natalie butterflies in her stomach.
“Ah, you know a little Cantonese?” she observed, striking up a casual conversation for the drive across the bridge to the island of Cotai.
“Just a few basic phrases,” he answered with a small smile. “I do a lot of business here, so I’ve tried to learn at least a few courtesies and greetings. Have you learned any since you moved here?
“Not much,” she admitted. “My roommate does all my translating for me. I can tell the taxi driver where I live, and that’s about it right now.”
“What is it that brought you to Macau, anyway?” he asked curiously, turning his gaze onto her. “It’s not everyday you meet an American here.”
“I moved here for work.”
“Casino industry, I take it?”
“Yeah,” she said vaguely, averting her gaze to her lap.
“Oh really?” he replied, seeming genuinely curious. “Which one are you working at?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t say,” she answered in an apologetic tone. “I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
The last thing she needed was another client of hers who expected to blur the lines of professionalism at work. She had made a choice to sleep with this mysterious stranger, so she would refuse to take him on as a client, no matter how much money he had.
“You’re a wise woman,” he said softly, his eyes glinting in the light of the streetlamps on the bridge.
A silence fell between the two of them as the view of the peninsula’s skyline came into view across the bay. As their taxi drove across the bridge, the glittering lights of the skyscrapers and casinos lit up the night sky through the window on their right. The lotus-shaped structure of the Grand Lisboa towered high above the city, stretching toward the stars. Natalie instantly recognized the Wynn Macau, whose architecture offered a sense of comfort and familiarity in this foreign city.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
Natalie turned her gaze back onto the mysterious stranger beside her. His deep, brown eyes appraised the skyline with a sense of reverence as it grew smaller in their rearview window.
“It is,” she agreed.
The closer they got to the island, the flashing lights of the Cotai Strip came into view. The Eiffel Tower at The Parisian sparkled brilliantly as they drove past the palm trees and shrubs that lined the main street. Familiar Las Vegas casinos mixed with Asian brands panned past their windows before they pulled up into the driveway of The Venetian Macao.
Her mysterious acquaintance pulled out his wallet, handing their driver the fare in Macanese patacas. He stepped out of the cab and came round to help Natalie climb out, once again gently taking her hand as they made their way to the front entrance. Renaissance-style art was painted onto the ceiling of the massive portico, shielding tourists from the elements upon their arrival in style. Bellmen with carts glided by as people milled in and out of the entrance of the casino.
“It’s practically identical to the one back home,” Natalie said, her eyes surveying the hotel lobby as they walked inside. “These hotel developers have zero imagination. They just copy and paste whatever worked for them in Vegas.”
“Agreed.”
Natalie glanced over at him and noticed a playful smile tugging at his lips, but he didn’t say anything further on the subject. He seemed to know something that she didn’t, but she shrugged it off and walked hand-in-hand with him past the magnificent golden lobby fountain.
Stepping into one of the elevators, a couple of other hotel guests followed in after them to fill the cab. Natalie pressed her back against the back panel, and an awkward silence fell over the occupants as the doors closed with a ping.
She noticed her acquaintance release her hand to press the button for the very top floor. She gave him an impressed look as the elevator began to rise. He gave her a smug look in return, and she tried to stifle a giggle as they flirted silently back and forth with just their gazes. His relaxed expression seemed to grow more intense, and it made Natalie’s heart skip a beat in her chest. His fingers reached out to entwine with hers, his fingertips grazing across the palm of her hand in exploratory movements. Her lips parted as she took in a sharp breath at his contact, locking her eyes with his.
The elevator pinged, and the other occupants exited the cab, leaving the two of them in a moment of tension that left Natalie unable to breathe. Her heart was pounding in her chest as the elevator doors came to a close, letting out another ping before lifting them into the air once again.
Suddenly, his mouth came crashing down upon hers, his lips moving insistently against her own. A soft moan escaped her throat as he pushed her back against the wall, his hands finding her waist to grip her steadily in place.
And thank goodness he did, because Natalie felt completely unsteady on her feet as a heady mixture of alcohol and lust consumed her, clouding her mind and leaving her body trembling with excitement.
She pushed her hips forward to meet his, and in response his hands moved around her waist to slide down her back, gripping the flesh of her bottom as he pulled her closer against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck to keep from falling over, surrendering what remaining control she had over her faculties to her desire.
As his hand slid down further toward the hem of her short dress, the elevator doors pinged open once more, revealing a line of hotel doors on either side of a red carpeted corridor.
They broke apart, their ragged breaths filling the small space between them. With a charming, mischievous smile, he grabbed Natalie’s hand and sped down the hallway at a brisk pace without a word.
Natalie’s heart was pounding in her chest as she gasped for air. Their elevator rendezvous left her with a ravenous hunger that she needed to satisfy, and she could feel her own arousal already anticipating what was yet to come.
Her mysterious lover stopped in front of one of the doors, and he pulled his key card from his wallet to slide it into the card reader. A green light flashed as the lock clicked, and he grabbed Natalie’s hand once again to pull her into the hotel room with him.
Natalie barely caught a glimpse of the massive suite, which had a spectacular view of the glittering Cotai Strip through the windows behind a sitting area and dining room.
His hands immediately found her waist, pulling her roughly against him as their lips discovered each other once again in a passionate, frenzied dance. Natalie gently nibbled on his lower lip, eliciting a low groan that rumbled in his broad chest.
He leaned back, and a mischievous glint twinkled in his deep, brown eyes. Stepping away from her, he gazed unblinkingly into her eyes as he began to undo his tie. He continued to back away from her, but his eyes were challenging her to follow him as he moved closer toward an open door, which led into an attached bedroom.
Kicking off her shoes, Natalie kept her gaze trained on him as she followed him slowly through the suite. He shrugged off his coat, letting it fall to the floor beside his tie as he began to undo his belt.
Natalie’s fingers slid under the hem of her dress, peeling it off slowly to reveal her black, lacy lingerie set. She let the dress fall to the floor as she followed him barefoot through the door into the dark bedroom.
Her eyes devoured his body as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his broad, muscular chest. The lights of the casinos in the distance were the only lights that allowed her to watch him as he tugged his pants and underwear off, letting them fall to the floor in a bunch around his ankles. His massive erection sprung forth, and an involuntary moan of desire escaped her throat.
She unclasped her bra, her eyes trailing back up his body. Her gaze roved over his chiseled abs up to his chest, finally landing on his gaze once again as her bra fluttered to the floor. He stepped out of his pants slowly, examining her body with fire in his eyes, landing on her womanhood as she stepped out of her panties.
Both of them stood completely naked before each other, their eyes taking their time to explore each other’s bodies as Natalie felt herself become slick with arousal. He reached his arm out toward her, clasping her hand gently as he guided her slowly onto the mattress.
Natalie climbed onto the bed and let him push her easily backward onto the pillows. He pressed himself against her side, leaning down to nuzzle and suck at her neck. Natalie’s head rolled back to allow him better access, her arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer.
As he nibbled gently on her earlobe, she felt desire explode inside of her, and she needed to act now to fill the ache in her lower abdomen.
With a sudden, forceful movement, Natalie pushed him to the side, rolling them both over so that she was straddled on top of him. His eyes were wide with surprise, but he seemed to enjoy that she was taking control.
Guiding him to her barrier, she lowered herself onto his hard erection, sinking low until he was fully embedded in her sheath. They both moaned at the sensation, and Natalie’s head rolled back as she started to grind her hips back and forth. His hands came up to grip the flesh of her ass, guiding her as he began to thrust upward in rhythm with her movements.
Together, they started to increase their speed as they began to rock with more insistency. Natalie worked herself against his shaft to find her sweet spot, and their bodies moved with a sense of frenzied desperation as they chased their mutual release. Their moans crescendoed in the quiet space of the bedroom as the headboard began to knock against the wall, acting as the metronome for their rapidly accelerating tempo.
Natalie emitted a cry of pleasure as she fell over the edge, blinded by ecstasy. She barely noticed as her nameless lover shifted her backwards quickly to withdraw himself, releasing his seed onto the sheets below just in time. His moans of pleasure mixed with Natalie’s as their bodies stilled, basking in the bliss of their satiated hunger.