Chapter 4

There were two more days until the Vampire Ball. I was getting excited. I had a feeling that Quillon would be there, plus I was looking forward to a night out with Christien. I spent most of the daydreaming and fantasizing about him. It was getting dark out, and I still had not heard from him. I decided to go out for dinner and then drop by his hotel to see if he was there.

I put on one of my new outfits: a short little black skirt and tight midnight blue top—very sexy, but not slutty—then headed out.

I ate dinner in a quiet little restaurant in the French Quarter before going to Christien’s hotel. No one answered the door. I was getting worried. I had not seen him in two days. He’d said he would see me that day. I was starting to get a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach. As I was walking out of his hotel, he was walking in.

“What are you doing here, beautiful?” he asked seductively, with that spectacular smile of his.

“Looking for you, what else?” I replied with a smile that belied the trembling I felt inside whenever he was around.

“I am so sorry I have not called. I just came to the hotel to take a shower, and then I hoped to meet up with you. I’ve had so much paperwork and so many meetings to deal with: lots of business to take care of and finalize. I was hoping this would be more of a pleasure trip, but too much of it has been consumed with business dealings. I am sorry all this business has been keeping me away from you. I have to get things taken care of, then there will be plenty of time for pleasure.”

“I understand,” I said to him, childishly wishing I was more important than his business.

“Good. Now, why don’t you come upstairs while I shower and change? Then, we will go out and have some fun. I will make you forget that I have not paid as much attention to you as you deserve.”

“Sounds good to me.” Alone in a hotel room with a hot, sexy, and wet naked man? It sounded really good. That would make up for the past two days of being without him.

I nosily poked around his hotel room while he was in the shower. I knew I shouldn’t be snooping, but I was trying to learn more about him. I couldn’t find anything except clothes. There was no paperwork, nor anything remotely personal. All the paperwork must be at his office, I thought. He did say he had an office here, right? I couldn’t remember.

He walked out of the bathroom dressed only in a towel.

Oh…my…God! I think I stopped breathing for a moment. Water dripped from his creamy skin, the droplets glowing in the soft light of the room. How could any man be so beautiful? And how could I be so lucky to end up in his presence? I suddenly felt blessed and unworthy all at the same time.

I watched, speechless and in awe, at the muscles in his chest and arms rippling as he reached into the closet to grab some clothes. I admired his lean, gorgeous body and the way his jet-black hair hung in wet waves around his face. He turned towards me to grab underwear out of a drawer. He dropped his towel to get dressed. Even soft, his penis was very large. I had to turn away so I didn’t stare. I wanted him so bad, yet I wanted to enjoy an evening out with him—doing something besides having sex. Of course, we can always have sex later, I thought. I wouldn’t complain—not one little bit.

After he dressed, we left the hotel. He took me to a club—so much for talking. We had a few drinks, then danced for a while. He seemed rather distant and cold; he didn’t hold me close or press his body against mine like he had when we’d danced before. Maybe he just has a lot on his mind, I thought. At one point, he excused himself and went to the restroom. He seemed to be gone a long time. When he came back, it looked like he had blood on his lip.

“What happened? You have blood on your lip.” Concern and desire clouded my thoughts as he got closer to me.

“Oh, I must have bitten it. I was a bit clumsy and tripped in the hallway.” He smiled sheepishly as he wiped the blood off his mouth. His teeth were so white and seemed sharper than usual. Wow, this obsession with vampires is getting to me, I thought.

The thought slipped away as he leaned over to kiss me. At first, it was soft and gentle. Then, his lips pushed harder, with more passion. He had a way of making me think only about being with him. My desire flared; I couldn’t wait to be alone with him.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” he said, in a way that instantly sent the blood racing through my veins.

“No arguments from me.” I was more than ready to be alone with him.

We went back to the hotel and, to my surprise and dismay, we talked for a little while. It was nice to learn more about him, but my desire for him was overwhelming my ability to listen. I discovered that he was making arrangements to purchase space to move his business to New Orleans. He was also trying to close on a house, so he could move back to the city he loved so much.

After listening to him for what seemed like hours, I decided to make the first move. I seductively placed one hand on his leg and began caressing his muscled chest with the other. He stopped talking and looked at me with a knowing smile.

His lips found mine as one of his hands found its way to my bare thigh. His full lips pressed against mine, heating my entire body, making me want him in a way I had never wanted anyone or anything before.

I trembled as his hand slid under my skirt, and his fingertip grazed my panties. His lips found their way to my throat and then trailed down my neck to my exposed cleavage. He kissed the tops of my breasts as he eased me back on the sofa. My shirt disappeared, and my bra soon followed. His lips were everywhere: warm, soft, trailing burning kisses over my half-naked flesh. His mouth found a nipple and greedily sucked it in as his hand slid back down under my skirt.

He pushed my panties aside and touched my heated core. He found the sensitive little nub of flesh and circled it with his thumb, sending exquisite sensations rolling through my body. I cried out with pleasure, arching my back and spreading my legs open wide for him. I cried out again and trembled as his finger slid inside me. His thumb kept up the maddening pace, swirling around my clit.

Suddenly, I shuddered as my body rocked with the explosion of an orgasm.

He continued to nuzzle gently at my breasts until I came down from that first intense wave. Then, he temporarily ceased his pleasurable assault as he guided me over to the bed. He finished undressing me and then undressed himself.

I didn’t think I could ever tire of looking at his naked body—so perfect, so amazingly beautiful.

He laid me down on the bed and positioned himself over me. I eagerly spread my legs, waiting for him to plunge inside. He grasped his shaft, poised to plunge it in. He glided the tip over my wetness—teasing, taunting, and making me want to beg. I lifted my hips: urging, inviting. I rolled my hips, undulating with need, until he finally fulfilled my desire and thrust himself into me.

He slid deeper and deeper as I arched my back and urged him to go farther. The pleasure was exquisite. So long and thick, he filled me completely, making me feel full, yet aching with need.

Christien’s lips were velvety and soft against my neck as he nibbled and whispered my name. His hot breath teased and tickled; his voice was thick and sexy. I trembled as I succumbed to his strokes. A strangled cry of pleasure erupted from me as liquid fire tore through my body. The climax was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. Shuddering under him in complete and total ecstasy, I was helpless.

The man seemed unstoppable. We continued to make love for hours until we fell asleep curled in each other’s arms. When I woke up in the morning, he was already gone. I usually was not a heavy sleeper. I wondered how he always managed to get out of bed and leave without waking me up. A note on the pillow informed me it was going to be a long day for him and not to worry if I did not hear from him. But tomorrow was Saturday, the Vampire Ball, and we would be seeing each other then.