“Do you live close?” Jean asked as soon as they stepped outside, and she was hit with the sweet smell of cold night air.
She felt tipsy already and knew she had to move fast.
“No.” He answered, looking at her curiously, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips.
Jean let out a small sigh.
“Well, there’s a hotel close by.
Do you…?” “Do I what?” He asked, clearly amused.
Jean rolled her eyes.
“I’m not here with cash, you see.
So unless you’re… not interested, you’re going to have to pay for a room.” “Lead the way,” He said.
Jean started to move, and she realized that she was swaying slightly on her feet.
Before she could do anything about that, the stranger slid his hand into hers and held firm.
His hand was bigger than hers and was warm.
She felt a tingling sensation in her belly and assumed that it was the alcohol.
Jean led the handsome stranger, hand in hand, to a hotel that wasn’t very far from the club they had just left.
It was the hotel she was supposed to go to with fat David, the fifty-eight-year-old lawyer.
The stranger handled their bill at the reception, and when he unlocked the door to their room, he held open the door for her to step inside.
He locked the door behind him immediately after they were in, and Jean’s heart skipped a beat as she turned around slowly to watch him.
It started to dawn on her that going into a room half drunk with a stranger might have been a terrible idea.
Surprisingly, the stranger wasn’t pouncing on her as most men would.
Even Jeff could never contain himself whenever they were behind closed doors, but this guy… She could see the desire in his eyes; if he tried to hide it, he was doing a very poor job.
It was written all over him and in the way that his eyes slid from her thin shoulder strap to the curve of her waist and lingered there before sliding downwards to her long legs.
Jean took great pride in that and sat on the edge of the bed, watching as he stood with his back to the door.
He hadn’t moved an inch since they entered the room.
“What’s the matter?
You’re not shy, are you?
Never been with a woman before?” Jean purred, taking off the strap of her right shoulder before doing the same for the left.
Slowly, very slowly, she pulled the gown lower till her breasts were out, firm for him to see.
She watched, amused, as he struggled to swallow or take his eyes off her.
He wanted her, that much she was sure of.
She could not understand why he wasn’t making any move, though.
Without wasting more time, she pulled the gown lower and removed it from under her.
She sat there fully naked; the only form of clothing she wore was her sandals.
“So?
If you don’t know what to do, I could teach you.” Jean spoke very softly, as though she were speaking to a teenager.
The stranger was young, but not that young.
She was sure that he was above twenty-five.
“You’re clearly under the influence.
I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you.” He finally spoke, and Jean had to admit she was impressed.
“How very noble of you, but I assure you, I am very well aware of what I am doing, and if it is my consent you require, I give it.” His eyes twinkled with renewed desire and lust, and Jean lowered her head to hide her grin.
She leaned forward to undo the strap of her sandals, but he was in front of her in a flash, kneeling and taking hold of her hand.
“Let me,” He said, his voice commanding.
Jean’s heartbeat sped up at that, and she watched as he undid the strap of both sandals delicately before setting her feet back on the ground.
He raised himself and towered over her, and as he moved to unzip his jacket, Jean figured it was her turn to make a move, so she got to her feet and put a finger to his chest.
“Let me.” She mimicked in a seductive tone, and she noticed how much more handsome he looked when he smiled.
Despite being tall herself, Jean still stood several inches shorter than the handsome stranger, and she liked how he stood, towering over her.
It thrilled her immensely.
Slowly she slid the zipper down, and when she reached the end, he shrugged the jacket off, revealing the plain black shirt he wore inside.
Before she could speak or move, he pulled the shirt off his head, and he was standing before her with his chest bared.
Jean let out a small breath of appreciation and took a step back.
He really is beautiful.