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“I didn’t question her, I only asked how she was doing and she said she’d be going home for Christmas.”

“And she just happen to tell you that I don’t have plans? Well I hate to disappoint you Barbara, I do have plans this Christmas.”

I could hear the sigh over the phone. “I know you’re trying to avoid celebrating because his anniversary is coming up. Get out of the house Savvy. Come over, okay?”

“I’ll think about it.” Not.

“Okay,” she said, apparently appeased. “We’ll talk soon.”

We weren’t that close, at least I tried to keep my distance. But Barbara was one of those people who didn’t like taking no for an answer. She adopted herself as my guardian and no matter how hard I tried to get rid of her, she wouldn’t stay away.

Chapter 3

Savannah

Christmas Eve…

The hotel lobby was bustling with guests. I paused to steady my breathing and compose myself. Getting from the car to this point had been a difficult task to say the least. My knees were jelly and my stomach was a butterfly sanctuary – if there was such a thing.

In addition, I couldn’t stop thinking about what was about to happen. All weekend long, that was all I could think about. My nipples tightened at the very prospect while my clit became extra sensitive against my lace panties.

The place wreaked of holiday cheer and maybe by the time I was walking back out those double glass doors, I’d be feeling more festive. Instead of heading to the elevator like I should have, I made a beeline for the door leading to the lounge. I was a bag of nerves, having never attempted what I was about to do even if I could feel my panty wet enough to become uncomfortable. I was tempted to reach under my dress and peel it off right there.

Absently, I sat at on a stool the bar counter. Closing my eyes, I tried to breathe evenly while tempering the heat that was radiating through me. The conflicting feeling of anxiety and sexual tension was unsettling.

“What can I get the lady?” the bartender’s voice startled me and got my heart racing out of control.

My eyes opened wide, staring into the dark brown ones of the guy behind the counter. He was looking at me as though I’d just beamed down from an alien spaceship. A plastic grin, borne of practice, was plastered on his cleanly shaven face.

“Wine … red.”

“Coming right up,” he replied.

The first glass was enough to soothe my dry throat. The second helped to settle the butterflies. I knew my limit and that was one and half before I started getting that slight buzz. I drained the second glass and indicated to the barkeep to fill her up again. I needed complete relaxation before heading to my date. Yes, that was what I chose to call it.

I would have finished the bottle, but I didn’t want to scare the customers away when I started singing Dancing Queen while kicking off my shoes and jumping on the counter. That I would reserve for when I was back home and could get as drunk as I wanted to. Like a good girl, I finished my third, feeling the warmth of it relax me but not enough to make me wobble just yet.

After paying my bill, I inhaled a steadying breath, got up from the stool and headed to the lift. Each step I made, I felt the fabric of my underwear graze the tip of my love button. The sensations caused me to wonder how smooth my date’s tongue might be. Would he part my thighs and lick me slowly? I loved slow and methodic, but at that moment, I’d settle for a quick lick of my pussy as I felt I could erupt before I even reached the room.

For a moment I thought I’d forgotten the room number, but upon pausing and recalling the conversation over the phone, the number came back to be. Room 314.

Entering the floor number, I was on my way. The lift was empty and I leaned back against the metallic wall and closed my eyes. All I could think about was some sexy chocolate brother bending me over and sticking his sweet sugar cane inside me. Then again, I never specified exactly what I wanted so I didn’t really know what to expect.

Now with the alcohol coursing through my veins I was no longer nervous, but rather anxious to see what my date had in store for me. It had taken every ounce of confidence to do this. And I had always been a confident woman, or so I thought. My life had been a sheltered one till now.

I was raised in the suburbs with my father, a small screen movie producer and my mother an actress. I never liked acting. My passion was always changing around the house and putting it my way. I redecorated my mother’s bedroom at the age of eight. Albeit, she didn’t like the idea that I brought in the cactus from the garden and made a mess when I tried to paint the walls all by myself.

There was one thing my parents taught me and that was to always follow my passion. The last decade was spent building my interior decorating and design business and I was now one of the top decorators in the city. I married the second man I ever slept with. I was of the notion that we would be together forever.

The elevator doors were opening and the nervous tension was returning full force. I knew I should have finished the entire bottle of wine. At least now I’d be dancing on the bar counter and feeling that euphoria that only alcohol could give. Stepping from the cubicle was like stepping into a brand new world. What I was about to do was taboo, at least I was brought up to believe that. But turning around and heading back to the safety of my home was not an option.

That room number again. Yes – 314. It was now or never. Ignoring the intense drumming of my heart and the slight weakness in my limbs, I affixed my eyes on the door with the number that was continuously replaying in my mind. It was then I realized I was on the penthouse floor and that my escort had booked a suite and not just a regular room. Once I had gathered my wits about me, I walked up and pressed the buzzer.

The fifty seconds I stood waiting was more like fifty years. Just about the time I lost my courage, the door opened. My heart stopped for a second and so did my breathing. I couldn’t recall the last time I saw a man with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

Beautiful sea green eyes connected with mine. For a moment we stared at each other before my eyes cruised the angle of his jaw with the day old stubble – just the way I like my men. His handsome face broke into a smile and I could not help the warmth that enveloped me. His dark hair was wet from the shower and my eyes lingered on a stray lock on his forehead.

Unwittingly my eyes drank in defined pectoral muscles, imagining my hands slowly exploring their dips and curves. My breath caught once more while counting the nobs in his washboards. The bulge beneath the towel had my own eyes popping from my head and my secret place pulsing with need. Now I knew the weakness in my knees had nothing to do with my anxieties. It’s now or never. Without a word, I stepped into the hotel room. My arm brushed against his chest as I passed him, sending a little electric charge through me.

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