Only You

Chapter 6

Alexey

My hands are braced on the low sink as I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, wondering why the hell Elora, of all clients, is the one I'm freaking out over. Maybe it's because I've caught myself wishing things were different with her. Maybe I'm hesitant to leave this bathroom because I know what comes next. Dinner, hotel room, done. And I never see the person again.

I've never minded. Not until now, apparently. Of course, this lovely young woman had to swoop in with her brilliant smile and her witty comments and mess with my head. Not to mention that laugh of hers, uncontrolled whenever I managed to catch her off guard, so unlike the careful way she carries herself.

I can't fucking figure her out and it's driving me crazy. I still don't know why the hell she'd order an escort. After having talked to her, I know there must be men lining up for a chance of a date- or whatever else she might want- with her.

I really need to go back outside before she starts wondering what the hell I'm doing in here. To be quite truthful, I needed a second away from her to clear my head. On our way up here, I finally got a good look at her, all of her. All 5.3 feet- if I had to guess- of smooth, full curves in that sinful red dress of hers, topped off with a face innocent enough to confuse all my senses and instincts.

Her skin looks soft as hell, just like the rest of her, and I swear her full hips are begging to be squeezed. Not to mention her tummy. Hell, but I'm a man that can appreciate a good, soft tummy and Elora has a fine one.

In short, I had to get away from her before I lost my mind and scared her off.

If I had seen her at a bar, I would have assumed her to be a maneater. Yet, as I walked next to her I couldn't help but notice how cautious she seemed. Her heels never quite clicked on the marble floors, as if she was trying to make as little noise as possible and take up the least amount of space she can while still maintaining her straight and proper posture.

It's as if she's trying to be as discrete and unnoticeable as possible. At which she's still failing, of course. No matter what she'll try, I'm sure people will always turn their heads for her.

When I finally return to the main room, I find Elora on the couch, frowning at her phone.

"Sorry, that took so long. What's gotten you scrunching up that pretty face of yours?" I ask, figuring I could step up my flirting game since we both know where we'll eventually end up. To my satisfaction, she puts her phone away, blushing once more as she tries desperately not to smile.

"I was just googling how to explain to the police that my date was swallowed by the toilet but I guess I'm no longer in need of a good answer. Lucky me, the internet truly let me down this time," she replies quickly, her eyes twinkling playfully.

That is enough to startle me into a laugh. "You wouldn't have tried to come after me yourself? I am wounded!" I exclaim, feeling strangely satisfied when Elora's hand pats my shoulder. We're sitting side by side but our upper bodies are turned so we're looking at each other, close enough for me to see the different specks of gold in her eyes but not quite close enough to kiss. God, if I don't want to kiss her right now.

Not sure I remember the last time I genuinely wanted to kiss anyone, but it's been long enough for me to feel unsettled.

For a beat, Elora and I stay silent, our eyes locked and the tension rising. Then, she looks away and excuses herself to the bathroom, asking me to put on music as she goes. She, other than me, only spends an appropriate amount of time there. Enough for me to dim the lights enough to make the room look more intimate, turn on the radio on the desk nearby and settle just a little closer to the center of the couch.

When she comes back, she sits down closer than she was before. Close enough for me to get a whiff of her perfume. Something flowery and summery, though not sickly sweet. I like it.

Our eyes lock again and the tension around us is enough to make my skin heat. I've taken off my suit jacket before but I'm suddenly itching to take off my damn dress shirt so I can feel some air on my blazing skin.

Almost by accident, my eyes drop from Elora's face as I check her out once more. The shadow of her jaw, the curve of her neck, the swing of her shoulders. My eyes dart to her collarbones and back up to the hollow of her throat, marveling at how smooth her skin looks. Damn, but I'm suddenly dying to get a taste.

I catch myself staring and drag my eyes back up, willing myself to stop coming off so strong. When our gazes lock again, my voice sounds husky even to my own ears. "I'm glad you weren't swallowed by the toilet," I tell her in a weak attempt to lighten the mood.

She merely swallows and nods, blinking up at me so good damned sweetly my blood hums. That's when a strand of hair falls forward to cover her left cheek, which is exactly the excuse I needed to finally touch her.

I reach forward slowly and hold her gaze as I brush the strand to the side. Keeping my hand on the side of her face, I caress her cheek with my thumb, relishing the way her eyes flutter just slightly. That reaction is what finally breaks the dam and my need grips me so ferociously that I can't help but finally lean in and kiss her.

For a second, she freezes but before I can pull away to check up on her, she sighs and melts against me, one of her hands gently holding onto my hand on her face while the other passively lies on her lap next to my knees.

Like the rest of her, she kisses me shily and gently, and even though I'm dying to have more, feel more, kiss more, touch more, I hold back and match her rhythm. After all, I am a patient man.

Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand slides from my hand along my arm and finds its way to the nape of my neck, effectively driving me crazy. She leans in more, and I slowly try to pull back to guide us into a more comfortable position. Preferably with her on my lap, or something like that, since the way my back is twisting right now can't be healthy.

I take her face with me with my hand on her cheek and although she tugs on my hair softly as we move, she comes along and gently positions herself on my thighs all without breaking the kiss. Now like this, with both of her hands in my hair and her fingers playing with my curls, with her warm thighs on mine just above the knee, and her soft breaths fanning against my skin, I swear I'm on the brink of losing my mind.

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