Page 9 of Forbidden
Before I can do a quick sweep, I hear my elevator chime. Suddenly there is a knock at the large oak doors I had installed, and sometimes leave closed.
I adjust the towel under my flat stomach, and over my thick cock, and I prepare for chaos. I’m not fast enough, and the doors swing wide. “Jesus,” I huff, adjusting my towel fast.
“Oh, sorry,” comes out, in the softest voice.
My eyes snap up, to the most innocent looking woman I’ve ever seen.
I double blink at the sight. Big brown eyes. Mid length brown hair. Sweet. Small town, unlike the elegant catwalk types that came here in the day.
Literally.
As she sees my ripped body her eyes bulge. “Sorry, I… ” The poor girl has frozen, and she looks up at me, uncertain. “Look, is this a bad time?”
“No, I just got the call.”
I notice she’s dripping wet, and now shivering, so I open my oak doors wide. As she shivers, water drips from her lower lip, and I notice her nipples are hard.
I clench my jaw, and our eyes meet and hold.
The girl tries to avoid my glare, body and stomach, and she looks down to the marble floor.
Her problem? She is cold and wet.
My problem? My junk is outlined with the towel, and my cock is starting to harden. As she bites her lip, her white Nike’s turn in. I growl, extra low to myself.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say in a growl. “Come. Please. Come in.”
The wet mess walks in, and her big brown eyes go wide. As she takes my stunning apartment in, she carries two of her big, cheap bags. I slide past her, inches away, and I grab the third.
I take the other two off her, and I carry all three. As long as my towel does not drop, we may get through this crazy glitch in the universe.
I take in her nervous energy. “Georgia, right?”
“Actually, everyone calls me Storm.”
“Sorry?”
“I was born during a storm. It stuck.”
“Right.”
Storm stops, and she looks around big eyed. “It’s huge.”
It should be, because it was rated as one of the best penthouses in NYC, last year. It also cost a small fortune. It is basically a fortress overlooking the city, and one of the best penthouses in it.
As our eyes meet, we share another awkward exchange. We’re both likely unsure what the hell is going on, and what the universe is doing to us.
Storm has one of those slightly turned up button noses, and she really does seem real, sweet, and uncomplicated. The opposite of me.
I am savage.
Anything but sweet.
Her nipples are clearly hard, dark, and big. They cut straight through her white wet T, and bra, now that both are beyond wet. Her long coat has done little.
I feel sick, and I cannot be feeling this way.
