Dream, Dive, Daley?

Chapter 10(b)

Tom's point of view

The lift ended up on the fourteenth floor, the president suite. In the entrance you could see five large, brown, vintage Louis Vuitton suitcases and three smaller ones. The marble floor was newly polished and waxed. The suite consisted of a large queen-sized bed with quilted covers which was connected to the lounge-area and the kitchen. There were no doors nor walls in the entire suite, except from the glass wall which separated the bedroom and the bathroom. The shower fitted at least two persons, and was in a dark navy color. A smaller version of the crystal chandelier in the lobby hung over the tiny dining table. Outside on the patio, there was a large swimming pool and view overlooking London.

'Tom, would you be a dear and zip me down, please?' I turned around and faced Sutton's back. She held her wavy brown hair to the side and tilted her head. I zipped down her dress in what seemed like slow motion. For every single inch, it revealed more naked skin. The short sequin dress fell down to her ankles. She put her hair up in a ponytail. The ponytail reached the edge of her lace bra and swung from side to side between her shoulder blades as she walked across the room.

Sutton's point of view

Besides the cold breeze that hit my naked skin, I could feel Tom eyeing me from the other side of the room. I grabbed my silk robe and wrapped it loosely around myself. Honestly, I couldn't care less right now about how I looked. My dress was still somewhere in the hall.

'Do you want some chocolate cake?' I walked towards the steel grey fridge and opened it. Must have chocolate! The fridge wasn't a minibar, but an actual refrigerator. On the second shelf from the top there was a large piece of chocolate cake with white chocolate frosting. I took out two champagne glasses and looked up at Tom.

'Don't worry. I know that you don't like champagne' I grabbed the milk-carton and poured some milk in each of the glasses. We sat down by the small dining table in the dark. The only light source was the red sun which was about to come up in horizon of the large balcony window. 'Bon appetite!' We clicked our glasses together and shared the cake. All of a sudden, Tom started to laugh.

Tom's point of view

'What are you laughing at?' Sutton tilted her head, confused. I hinted to a piece of cake on her chin. After several attempts to wipe it off, she gave up. I bent over the small table and wiped the piece off with the inside of my thumb. Our lips were only few inches apart. Her breath smelled like fresh mint with a hint of alcohol. I glanced down at her rose pink, pouty lips and moved the gaze up towards her hazel eyes. The sunlight reflected in her eyes and made them a golden red color, as if they were on fire. Our lips met before I even noticed. Sutton had dropped her fork on the glass table, but I couldn't hear a single sound. It was almost like when I was diving; I shut the world out. Her soft lips tasted like chocolate frosting. It didn't take long before she responded. For the first time in a long time, I felt relaxed and lost track of where I was.

Sutton's point of view

Our tongues moved in synchronized motions, almost as if it was choreographed and practiced. It felt like we melted into each other. I rested my hands on his broad chest. My mind told me to pull away as soon as possible, but I refused. I knew it was wrong to play with his feelings, but am I really playing with his feelings if I started to feel the same? Just don't tell my agent. He will probably murder me. Rule #2 in the code: 'Never develop feelings', failed. The pace slowed down and we slowly pulled apart.

'That should have been our first kiss' Tom whispered as he stared deeply into my eyes. You know what they say; the eyes are the windows to the soul of the beholder or something like that. I just hope he doesn't see right through me.

'Agreed'