Page 12 of Unexpectedly In Love

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I’m going to fucking kill James. My fingers grip into Rosemary’s ass to still her from grinding on me.

As she lifts her head, I hear myself moaning. “NO.”

“I think James is trying to get your attention,” she whispers against my lips.

I kiss her neck as she pulls away from my lap, adjusting her dress as she sits.

“James.”

“Sir, people were starting to send in complaints…” James stops as he tries to find the words. He’s struggling with shame. He taps his forehead wiping away the beads of sweat.

Rosemary laughs behind her hand; her shoulders shake as she tries to contain herself.

“I do apologize for the scene we made, James. But can you blame me?” I wink at Rosemary.

“No, sir.”

Reaching into my pocket, I take out my money clip and place a couple of hundreds on the table.

“Sir, you we have no bill for you.” James appears confused as he stares at the money.

Pushing the clip back into my pocket I adjust my clothing and stand. “I know, James, it’s your tip.”

I extend my hand out to Rosemary; I offer her a warm inviting smile. “Shall we?”

Her smile lights up her whole face as she places her hand in mine and rises. “Yes, please.”

With a gentle tug, I assist her out of her seat. Gracefully I place her hand on the crook of my elbow. “Have a great night, Mr. D,” James says as bows his head, watching my date and I leave.

“I Intend to have a great night, James.” Rosemary squeezes my arm as we make our way to the elevator.

A million thoughts must be rushing through her mind, but she remains quiet as I guide her through the elevator door. After pressing “P” for penthouse the suite.

The notes of a soft sultry saxophone instrumental fills the elevator as it carries us up. She is staring up at the numbers as they go by.

Maybe she is nervous, and maybe this is not how she envisioned her night. I can break the tension that is between us by talking. I decided to remain silent, allowing her to process her thoughts and feelings. Her fingers rub small circles on my forearm. Her chest rises and falls steadily, like she is trying to contain her anxiety or is it excitement?

The elevator door glides open as we step out into the luxurious corridor of the penthouse level. The red plush carpet muffles my step as I guide her to my door Room 911 penthouse suite.

With a gentle push, the door creeks open and the smell of old cigar smoke and cologne greets us. I step into the darkness of the room, the door leaving open with her out on the threshold.

She breathes in deeply and raises her feet to step in.

“Wait,” I said, as I sit on the handle of an armchair that she can’t see.

“Oh, okay,” she says, her throat bobs as she swallows.

“Before you step into this room there are some things, I have to make clear,” My leg rocks slowly as I rest my forearm on my thigh.

“Okay.” She takes one step back, and the light from the corridor shines brightly around her.

“Is that your real hair?” I questioned.

“Why do you need to know that?” She sounded offended, her roll back and her chin lifted.

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