One night in Cape Town

Chapter 2

The smell of her took over his car. It was intoxicating, she was intoxicating. Hansie could not believe that she was sitting next to him in his car. He'd noticed her when they'd walked in. Tall, brown skin and a body that had made him hard instantly. He was supposed to be looking out for his brother and his friends but she'd distracted him. They'd opened a VIP section for them and honestly, he was shocked. Women usually came to this club to be taken care of and they were sitting there, just the 3 of them with no man in sight. He wasn't the only that had noticed them, his best friend had also looked at one of her friends. It was quick but he'd noticed. Throughout the night he'd seen men try to talk to them, bottles had been sent to their table multiples times and none of them had been opened. He'd had his work cut out for him, she wasn't like all the other women here. Neither were her friends. And the men she'd smiled at looked nothing like him so, he'd conceded that his attraction would not be reciprocated.

That changed when he'd caught her looking at him. She hadn't hidden anything in those eyes. Her hunger for him had been written all over her face. She'd wanted him. Tristan, he's best friend, had seen his focus shift from the group and distracted Rachel from noticing what was happening. Truth be told Rachel was not his type but neither was the lady sitting next to him. There was a difference though, Rachel was his friend's sister and he'd never try it with her. This lady however looked like she could handle herself. Their moment in the bathroom confirmed that neither of them wanted anything long term. They wanted each other just for tonight and she'd have him.

Hansie felt her eyes on his every move. She looked at his hands as the navigated the steering wheel or changed the gear. He knew her eyes had also seen his erection and she'd seen her tongue sneak out to lick her lower lip. He'd felt like stopping the car and taking her in the car, was it possible? But that would probably scare her and he didn't want that. That's why he made her chose a hotel. Any hotel she'd feel safe and when she did, his blood had rushed south. There was a presence about her that he'd only seen a few times. With his mother and his older sister. From this, he could guess that she was educated and in a high position at her job. This was further indicated by her decisiveness. Her decisions weren't reckless but thought was behind each and every choice she made even the one she made to leave with him.

They were approaching the hotel and for the first time since he laid eyes on her, he felt nervous. He drove in an exclusive hotel in the middle of the city and made his way to the basement parking. He saw her tense up. He saw it from her point of view, they'd drove past the main entrance to the basement parking and now they were alone down here. There was one other car in the basement parking. He parked his car, switched the engine off, opened his door, walked around the car to open for her. When he opened her door, he was rewarded with the sight of her in proper lighting and she looked stunning. She took out her first leg and then the second leg and then realised how high up his car was. The confidence she had getting in the car was no longer there. In her heels she'd need him to get down. Her eyes met his and he noticed her displeasure at knowing that she needed his help. She was stubborn but that was okay with him. He liked the challenge and would enjoy breaking down all of her walls in bed. He put his hand out, she took it, she put one foot on the stair, then the other and soon enough she was on the ground. Her red dress and ridiculously high heels accentuating every curve of her body and he knew she could see how much he wanted her. He closed the door took her hand and they headed for the elevator. He used his finger print and the doors opened and up they went.

Florence could not help but be in awe. She'd chosen a hotel that he had exclusive access to. She wasn't rich but she'd been places and recognised what this kind of access to this hotel meant, he had a certain amount of wealth. Her hand was still in his. She felt small standing next to him and she was a big girl. She was tall and curvy but next to him she felt fragile and small. She liked it, she liked it too much. When the elevator doors opened, they revealed, a penthouse with a gorgeous view of the harbour. She stepped into the foyer. He asked if she wanted a drink but she was too mesmerised to answer. She walked further into the penthouse. Everything was class and silver. It looked grand and rich. Florence didn't want to give herself away and stare too long at the magnificent interior. Every single part of the room was glass with floor to ceiling windows. The lounge had the couches as a centre piece. They were a silver-grey modular pieces that looked so comfortable it was as though that swallow her she dared take a seat. Everything else that wasn't class was white marble. Marble floors, counter tops and decorative pieces. The a view that could only be described as stunning.