Chapter 39: The Tryst

Ethan's phone rang around eight o'clock in the evening, waking him up from his slumber.

"H...hello," he heard a woman's voice on the phone.

"Yeah…" he said in a deep, low voice,

forgetting where he was for a moment.

"Ethan?"

"Hmmm…" he drawled. "Yeah, this is Ethan."

"Could you come to the Penthouse suite?"

His eyes flung open.

"Yeah, right. I'll be up shortly."

"Okay."

He got up quickly and freshened up. He wore a white T-shirt and a pair of faded blue distressed jeans.

The T-shirt clung snugly to the contours of Ethan's body, accentuating the well-defined muscles and sculpted physique.

The fabric stretches gently across his chest, arms, and shoulders, showcasing the strength and definition beneath.

He took a pack of condoms and kept it in his jeans pocket.

***

A light knock on the door made Jeanne a tad bit nervous. She was certain, she wanted to surrender herself to whoever was in front of her door.

"Come in, it's opened," she said.

It felt as though a breeze of fresh air entered her room with him. His appearance was delightful and overwhelming. He really did look like Adrian. She gave a satisfactory smile. The company did come through for her.

He strutted over to where she stood and planted a kiss on her cheeks.

"Hi," she greeted him. "Hope your journey wasn't too stressful?"

"It was but anything for you, Jelly Bean," he said, and took her hand in his and kissed it.

She chuckled in response to him referring to her as "Jelly Bean."

"Do you call your clients Jelly Bean," she asked with a smile, relaxing in his presence.

"Nah, just you."

"Would you like to eat? I ordered some dinner," she said, gesturing him to the dining area.

"I could eat," he said, and walked over to the table.

He pulled out a chair for Jeanne before sitting in one.

They started eating hot pizza and couldn't help but study each other.

The air appeared to carry a new energy, a tingling current between them. Her eyes locked on his with a spark, desire flickering within their depths.

He found himself caught in the currents of her stare, her attention focused on him with an intensity.

Her fragrance was a sweet savor that wrapped about him like a warm embrace.

Her movements got more antsy, her fingertips brushing against her hair and her lips, a subconscious invitation that spoke volumes.

Ethan felt his heart quicken, his awareness shifting as he began to decipher the unspoken language of her actions.

The exchange of glances became a dance, a silent conversation that didn't need to be uttered.

The room seemed to shrink, the space between them charged with electricity that was impossible to ignore.

His eyes lingering on her lips, her eyes and the hidden figure underneath her flimsy robe.

"So how does this work?" she finally asked when they were done eating and back in the living area.

"Anyhow you want it to do, anything you want.

"Anything?" she asked in a low voice.

He held her eyes with his and slowly moved to where she was standing. He brought his face close to her and whispered in her ears. "Anything."

She inhaled his masculine scent before letting out a breath.

"Make me forget him."

She closed her eyes and lifted her head up, exposing her neck to his lips, an offering of her body to him.

"Let me mend your heart, Jelly Bean," he whispered before kissing the nape of her neck and gently placing his hands on her shoulders.

He reckoned that she didn't want to be kissed on the lips, that was why she tilted her head upwards.

He undid the tie of her rope and eased it off her shoulders, leaving a see through nightie. Her skin was so soft, felt like velvet under his fingertips.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said softly against her skin, meaning every word.

She smiled, her eyes still closed and her skin tingling from his touches.

"Let me kiss you," he said, hoping his compliment will get her guards down.

It did.

She lowered her head and her lips met his waiting mouth. Their lips touched, and he immediately took control of her mouth. She was used to taking control, but Ethan took away any dominance she had.

She allowed him to subdue her, she needed a man to take absolute control of her that night, and Ethan here is a professional.

His tongue caressed hers in a sweet kiss; he took tiny breaks to suck on her full lips before deepening the kiss.

Her moan was the impulse he needed to proceed.

Ethan knew she was new to this, and he proceeded as gently as he could. The introduction of his touches and his body to hers would be subtle and had to be welcoming.

He grabbed a breast gently with one hand and held her close with the other hand. The fabric of her nightie was a temporary barrier that would eventually give way to skin to skin feel; according to her urges.