About That Night

"I know." He smiled into my eyes, brushing another feather light kiss across my lips, making my nipples tingle even harder.

I stared at him, confused. "But how do you know who I am?"

"Because I make it my business to know whoever I'm dealing with," he whispered, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear.

I realized then that Kendra must have told him our names when she arranged for us to come to the party.

Nuzzling my neck with his lips, sending the most delectable shivers down my spine, he breathed against my ear, "I'm Sebastian. And for tonight, you're all mine, my sweet Alexa."

I know I should have been shocked. I should have told him he was crazy, but I couldn't. I just couldn't lie to myself. Because I wanted him, as much as he wanted me.

"Do you live here?" I asked, looking around for a doorway, hoping he had a room we could go to, to be alone.

His blue eyes looked so dark as he nodded his head and said, "Yes. I have my own wing, which is where we'll be spending the night."

Like some force had overtaken me, I was eagerly nodding my head in agreement, and sliding my hands into his hair, when he captured my face in his hands sank his tongue between my lips and kissed me. And holy smokes, what a kiss it was. I felt transported. Never in my life had I ever experienced such a deep, hungry kiss.

When we finally broke apart, my chest was heaving like mad, my nipples were throbbing and I was so wet, all I could think of was how much I wanted him.

Every inch of me was trembling as he slid his arm around me and led us through a doorway and up a dark winding staircase. Suddenly, I let out a gasp when I stumbled in my heels, but he quickly lifted me into his arms before I fell. I clung to him as he raced us up the stairs, holding me tight against him.

When we got to the landing, he marched us down a wide hallway to a tall set of double doors, with his lips on mine as he carried me into his suite.

My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest as he carried me through to his bedroom. When he laid me on his big king size bed, he just looked so determined I could barely breathe, thinking he was about to tear my clothes off.

But he surprised me when he flashed the most disarming smile and slowly traced a finger from my ankle up to my thigh, teasing me with soft little strokes, getting closer and closer to where I desperately needed him.

"I need you to tell me that this is what you want," he said, holding me captive with his stormy blue eyes.

Nodding my head, and anxiously licking my lips, that had suddenly gone dry, "Yes," I told him. "I really want this with you." And I honestly did. Though it seemed a little crazy, even to me, because I don't think I'd ever wanted anyone more than I wanted him at that very moment.

I could feel my pulse racing and my nipples getting painfully hard as a satisfied smile spread across his face as he got to his feet and began to slip out of his costume, making my eyes go wide.

And good gravy, the more he took off, the hotter he looked. I could tell he worked out, because he was nothing but lean, toned muscle, with a dusting of golden-brown hair covering his chest, that trailed all the way down to what I could see bulging in his black silk underwear.

Playfully, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt until he was standing in just in his open white dress shirt and boxers, staring right into my eyes, and looking hotter than any man had a right to look. My hands were trembling as I reached for him, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin.

He dropped onto the bed, supporting himself on his hands, and he groaned as I slid my hands over his warm, firm flesh, reveling in the feel of his body sliding under my fingers.

Raking my fingernails through his chest hair, and down over his washboard abs, I gently nipped at his bottom lip, making him playfully growl and softly chuckle.

He was so hard, I swore I could feel him pulsating against my belly, as he blanketed my body with his, and claimed my lips in a ravenous kiss, letting me know that we were done playing. His tongue stroking mine, just felt so erotic as I drew his tongue into my mouth and sucked on the tip.

Circling my legs around him, sliding my pussy against his erection, he groaned into our kiss, as I made him grow even harder.

He pulled back and hoarsely muttered, "I need to feel you, all of you. Now."

When he tugged my top down and my breasts popped free, smiling into my eyes, he flashed me the wickedest smile, like he'd found buried treasure. Dropping his head, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and feasted on me, till he had me nearly crawling out of my skin.

Even as he made my girls tingle like mad, I wanted to feel him pushing inside me so badly, I could hardly see straight.

Finally, he let go of me with a pop, and stared hard at my shimmery red costume. "How do I get you out of this?"

Breathlessly, I pointed a finger at my waist. "There's a zipper at the side."

His hands were shaking as he tugged down the zipper and worked my costume down over my body. But I noticed as he took his time sliding my fishnet stockings down over my legs, that his eyes seem to grow even darker.

Once he'd cast everything aside, he shook his head when he got his first look at me naked, and murmured, "You really are perfection."

And so was he.

After that fiery kiss, and all the grinding we'd been doing, he had me so amped up, if he didn't get inside me soon, I was afraid I might actually implode.

"Please," I pleaded, anxiously pushing down at his boxers, desperate to see every inch of him.

Smirking, he got off the bed and my breathing stalled as I watched him shove them down and kick them aside, letting his magnificent cock spring free.

I let out a gasp when he tore off his shirt and I got my first look at him wearing nothing but a smile. Good god, the man had a body that I'd only ever dreamed of.

With his eyes locked on mine, and his lips curled up in a devilish smile, he reached down, slid his hands around my thighs and parted my legs, and slowly crawled up between them like a cat on the prowl.

As he tenderly kissed his way past my knees and up along my thighs, I slid my trembling hands into his hair, the sense of anticipation nearly killing me.

All I could think of was those perfect lips, and his talented tongue, and his long, lean fingers, working their magic as he spread me open wide, hungrily eyeing my hot little pussy.

"Every inch of you is perfect," he whispered, leaning in and pressing a hot open-mouth kiss to my quivering puss.

And then, holy smokes! He licked me.

My hands shot into his hair, holding him in place as he dragged his tongue through my folds, groaning at the taste of me sliding over his tongue.

"You're just so sweet," he whispered, lashing at me over and over with the heat of his tongue. Like a device of divine torture, he kept working my pussy from my tight back pucker, right up to my swollen clit. Where he circled and circled and circled, driving me right over the edge, till he had me throwing back my head and crying out his name. "Sebastian! Oh, please... please don't ever stop!"

Quietly chuckling, I could feel him smiling against my sex as he teased me with a few playful little licks. "As if I could," he murmured, sliding a finger inside me and working it in and out, till he found my g-spot and had me squealing like mad.

Shivering right down to my toes, I knew I'd never come as hard. Though I'd only been with two other guys, I realized that neither of them had a clue how to get a girl off. But Sebastian, wow! It was like he had a map of body and knew just what to do to make me scream his name.

When he murmured, "I'm clean."

I anxiously nodded. "Me, too."

Stroking his hand across my cheek, he smiled into my eyes. "I'm glad, because this first time we make love, I want to be skin to skin with you, with nothing between us."

My heart pounded, watching him slide up between my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him as he took hold of himself and eased his swollen tip inside me, spreading me open.

His eyes never left mine as he flexed his hips, making me gasp as he penetrated me, stretching me inside to take his girth.

But then for a moment he didn't move, and we just smiled into each other's eyes, blown away by the feeling of being so tightly connected, with him just lodged inside me.

Before he flexed his hips and thrust again, he stopped and whispered, "You, okay?"

Nodding my head, I smiled. "Yes."

Slipping his tongue between my lips, he pulled back and then sank his way in a little deeper, and quickly started pumping in a nice steady rhythm. Until I got impatient and dug my heels into his ass, which made him laugh, though he did pick up his pace and really started to ride me.

Swivelling his hips, clever man located my g-spot, and worked me into a climax that had me seeing stars.

Digging my hands into his shoulders, I hissed, "Oh, yessss!"

I could see perspiration beading on his forehead as he gritted his teeth, clutched my ass and nearly pounded me into the mattress as he got closer and closer to reaching the peak.

Hanging onto him tight, I came again in a blinding rush, just as he threw back his head and groaned, both of us shuddering as the most delicious wave overtook us, as we blissfully climaxed together.

His eyes on mine, looking a little surprised, he touched his lips to mine and muttered, "Wow!"

No kidding. I was so happy now that we'd snuck away from the party to enjoy our own private celebration in his room.

Careful not to crush me, he rolled to my side and reached for my hand. We were both breathing pretty hard, staring up at the ceiling, fingers entwined. Turning his head, he looked at me and said, "I'd love it if you could stay for the weekend."

"But I don't have any clothes."

His gaze slid over my bare breasts and he flashed a naughty smile. "I don't think that'll be a problem."

When I gave him a narrow-eyed stare, he laughed. "I'm sure I can find you something to wear. But for now --" He pulled me on top of him. "-- I love the feel of being like this, just the way we are."

I had to agree, it felt wonderful to be draped across the heat of his body, skin to skin, sliding my hands into his hair. Especially when he slipped his tongue between my lips and we started kissing again, and I started sliding up and down on him, making him roll his eyes and groan.

This time I decided, once he was fully erect, that it was my turn to ride him. Sitting up high, I loved the way his gaze kept shifting from my bouncing breasts up to my eyes, as I smiled down at him and rode him like a cowgirl.

Squeezing my inner muscles tight, I kept clenching around him, and it wasn't long before we were both moaning, with him thrusting up hard, as I thrust down, desperate to reach that peak again.

When he started to come, his chest heaved and his nostrils flared, as he dug his hands into my hips, and I could feel him pulsating as he filled me up.

Tugging my head down, he nearly devoured me as he kissed me. Still lodged deep inside me, I kept squeezing around him hard, till he finally laughed and said, "Alexa, I think you got it all." Heaving an elated sigh, I collapsed on top of him, both of us slightly trembling as he wrapped me in his arms.

It felt so nice to doze off with the feel of hands gently smoothing up and down along my back, till we both gave in and fell asleep, curled tight in each other's arms.

I don't think I'd ever felt as happy. I was so just overjoyed that we'd found each other.

In the morning, I was half-asleep when he pulled away, crawled out of bed and I heard him padding around the room before heading into the bathroom. I felt myself dozing off again, when I heard the shower starting up and I realized what he was doing. But after a while I opened eyes when I noticed that he'd been in there for a long time.

Then it hit me, that maybe he was hoping I'd be gone before he got out, which was why he was dragging out his shower. And also, why he never invited me to join him.

I turned my head to look for a clock. And I suddenly felt sick, when I saw that he'd left ten one hundred-dollar bills splayed out on the nightstand.

I realized then how naïve I'd been, thinking we'd made love, when for him it was nothing more than a business transaction. Just sex for money. Which was probably why when we first met, he had said that he liked to know who he was dealing with.

Not sure if I was more angry or hurt, I snatched my costume off the floor and raced to get dressed, while glaring at the bathroom door, hoping he'd stay in there long enough that I wouldn't have to face him again.

Of course, I left the money on the night stand, because no matter what he thought, I wasn't a tramp.

I managed to sneak out of the room, before he finished his shower. I was racing down the stairs, when just my luck, I stumbled and my heel snapped. Thankfully, I didn't twist my ankle or damage anything else.

Anxiously looking back up the staircase, I took off my shoes and ran the rest of the way down barefoot, till I made my way to the front foyer. Looking both ways to make sure that no one saw me, I slipped out the front door and hurried down the driveway.

I had to walk on the grass to protect my bare feet, as I headed down toward the road that would lead me home. To be on the safe side, I stuck close to the trees, hoping no one would notice me sneaking away.

Now I wished I hadn't listened to my friends who suggested we stash our purses in Mindy's trunk, so we wouldn't have to carry them around all night. But now I had no money and no phone. Which meant that I'd have to walk home, barefoot. The ground felt a little cool on my feet, but at least the grass was soft, if a little damp, whenever I could find a green patch to walk on.

I had plenty of time to think and to kick myself for being so gullible on the long walk home. Though I realized I was probably more annoyed with myself than I was with him. Because how on earth could I ever have thought that a man like him would ever be interested in someone like me, except for maybe a hookup.

Probably because of what I was wearing, a few guys blasted their horns as they drove by, and others shouted out some crude cat calls, which I ignored. I was already angry enough, without yelling back at them and starting something.

A few hours later, I was relieved to finally be walking up my street. Though I was tired, I picked up my pace when I noticed my land-lady Mrs. Chan struggling to haul a big, black industrial-sized garbage pail out to the curb. Forgetting about my sore feet, I ran as fast as I could to help her.

When I reached her, Mrs. Chan looked down at my bare feet, puzzled, and asked, "Why no shoes?"

"Oh, my heel broke, so I had to walk home barefoot."

Then she pointed up and down at what I was wearing, looking even more confused. "And why you wearing this shiny swimming suit? You coming from the beach?"

I laughed. "No, it's a Halloween costume. I was at a party last night."

"And you just come home now?"

I winced, feeling a little embarrassed at having to do the walk of shame in front of my landlady. "Yeah. It uh, went on pretty late."

I put my shoes down and with the two of pushing our shoulders against it, we managed to get the big heavy bin to the edge of the curb.

Sounding a little breathless, Mrs. Chan patted my arm and said, "Thank you, Alexa."

"No problem. Now I'd better get upstairs, grab a shower and change."

"You come down later, and I make you some breakfast."

"Mrs. Chan, you don't have to do that." It was awfully sweet of her to offer, but I didn't like to take advantage of her kindness.

She looked me up and down, shaking her head. "You look so skinny in that suit. I think I better feed you something to fill you up."

Realizing there was no point in arguing, I just laughed. "Okay, thanks. I'll be down soon. Oh, and would you mind if I used the extra key to get into my apartment, I don't have my purse."

Heading upstairs with the extra key in hand, I was so looking forward to having a shower, hoping I could wash away everything that had happened. Though I knew I'd have a hard time getting a certain someone out of my head, even if he had tricked me into thinking that what we'd shared was something that it wasn't.

Well, so much for my magical night, I thought as I unlocked the door and stepped into the reality of my tiny boring flat.

Of course, I should have known better, because things that special never happened to people like me. I mean, I'm just a worker bee, and he's probably something like the king of the world, living in a place like that.

After I'd showered and changed, feeling slightly refreshed, I really enjoyed the scrambled eggs, bacon and toast Mrs. Chan set in front of me. Though I was a little surprised by how hungry I was. But of course, walking for hours could give a girl an appetite.

I thought it was sweet that she even put a little Halloween treat beside my plate. A chocolate marshmallow broom, that I guess she gave out to the trick or treaters who came around last night.

Once I'd finished my tea and enjoyed my little marshmallow broom, I got up and mouthed, "Thank you," since she was on the phone, probably with her son, asking about his new baby.

She smiled and waved as I left, though I knew she'd be annoyed with me when she saw the money that I'd tucked under the plate to cover the cost of my breakfast. But I never liked accepting handouts, even from her.

***

Monday morning, when I got to work, using the couple of dollars I had stashed in my apartment to take the bus, I stopped at the reception desk to see how Kendra and the other girls enjoyed the party. Fingers crossed; I was hoping that the rest of them made out better than I did with my so-called date.

She smirked when she saw me and handed me my purse, which I was glad to get back. "So, fun party, huh?"

"Yeah, it was great. So, everyone had a good time?"

"Oh, yeah, we danced all night." She leaned in so no one else could hear. "At midnight they put out another buffet with the most incredible sweet table. But I noticed you and your date had disappeared by then."

Rather than explain where we went, I asked, "So, did you meet anyone at the party?"

She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows. "Yep. And I'm meeting him again for dinner tonight, right after work."

She held up a finger, as two lines lit up and she scrambled to answer both. Seeing she was busy, I gave her a wave and headed toward my office.

I had just tucked my purse away under my desk and was about to fire up my desktop when my boss Bruce, the head of marketing, stepped into the doorway and tapped his watch.

"There's a status meeting in the boardroom in five minutes, Alexa."

I grabbed my purse and picked up my tablet, and followed everyone to the big executive boardroom down the hallway.

Bruce sat next to me and offered me an encouraging smile, since this would be my first status meeting. And I wasn't too sure what to expect.

Thankfully, no one called on me for anything. Though, I paid close attention as each department head got up and gave us all an update on how they were doing.

I was feeling a little parched by the time the meeting was winding down. Since it was almost ten-thirty, I was looking forward to heading to the break room to grab a coffee and a cold bottle of water.

I heard the door open behind me and I noticed everyone turning their heads and watching wide-eyed, as someone walked in. Bill Brady, the head of sales jumped up with a big, smile on his face.

My jaw almost hit the floor when I saw him reaching out to shake - Sebastian's hand!

My heart was pounding, and I felt a little shaky when he turned and looked me straight in the eye, over the shorter man's head. And I couldn't believe that he looked annoyed, like I was the one who had done something to offend him.