In the bedroom she avoided looking at the rumpled bed as she allowed her nose to guide her to the food. Walking through the hallway, she was amazed by just how much she had missed, just how distracted she’d been when he carried her through his apartment the previous night.
Leaving the hallway, she was surprised to see the elevator opened directly into his home. She hadn’t believed his apartment was quite so generous. Of course, until now, I’ve only seen the hallway, his bedroom and master bath…
“Wow,” she said aloud, looking around at the beautiful furnishings as she passed. The main room, the one directly in front of the elevator, was so large it had been divided in half. To the left there was a large formal living room, filled with expensive furniture she wasn’t sure weren’t antiques.
To the right, a giant portrait of a beautiful sunset filled with pinks and oranges, hung above a marble fireplace in the cozy area. This part was filled with furniture that looked incredibly comfortable. It was the kind of furniture that inspired thoughts of cuddling beside the fireplace and just snuggling as the flames glowed. There was a recliner just off to the side, she noticed with a smile. Her mind instantly turned to some of the more interesting things she could do with Seth while he was sitting in the chair.
Her stomach gave another low growl and, looking around, she wondered where exactly he could be hiding the kitchen. Following her nose wouldn’t work any longer. The large room seemed to be filled with the tempting aroma.
“Over here,” Seth called to her, sticking his head around a corner just past the cozy area.
Willow followed him to find an amazing dining room, extravagantly decorated with a crystal chandelier hanging down over the center of a large dark table that could’ve fit twenty people around it, with room to spare. Looking at the beautiful fixture, she could imagine it throwing little rainbows all over the room when the sunlight hit it just right.
Sitting in front of the large pizza box, she opened it, her stomach once again grumbling at being neglected for so long. Without a single thought to modesty, she picked up two of the biggest slices she saw and put them on a plate. Opening the package of breadsticks sitting beside the box, she grabbed one and tore a bite out of it, her eyes drifting shut with pleasure.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“Water’s fine, thanks.” As soon as she swallowed the food in her mouth, she began to devour the pizza. She couldn’t believe how hungry she felt, how heavenly the pizza tasted. Looking at the box, she could almost believe she’d be able to eat the entire meal all by herself.
Seth brought her a glass filled with water then sat across from her.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be such a pig. My mom would die if she saw my manners. Would you like some?”
“No. I enjoyed something earlier, but thank you.” He had a strange look on his face that she couldn’t quite read. But since it didn’t make her feel like he was some homicidal maniac about to kill her, she contentedly continued to eat.
After eating another slice of pizza and two more breadsticks, she forced herself to stop. She didn’t want to make herself sick by eating too much or too fast.
For a moment they sat in companionable silence, both just content to simply relax. From somewhere in the apartment she heard a clock strike the hour and jumped from the shock as the bell echoed in the silence.
“Is it really that late? Where did the time go?”
“You know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.” He smiled seductively.
Willow blushed again at the gleam in his eyes. He looked as though he wanted to devour her, much like she had the pizza. Her pussy flooded, and she was again astonished by how he could make her incredibly wet, so ready with just a look.
“May I use your phone?” she asked suddenly, trying to break the spell he had cast over her body.
“Of course.”
Seth led her to a small cordless phone set up in the less formal area of his living room. It was the section that Jason had persuaded him into creating. He was much more comfortable on the other side, among the items that reminded him of his youth, or other pleasant times in his life. There wasn’t a single piece of furniture in the more formal room, not a single piece of bric-a-brac, that didn’t hold a fond memory for him. Jason had tried to entice him to sell some of his collection once, but he could not be persuaded to part with the items, no matter how generous an offer was made.
Looking at Willow, however, he was glad he had caved in and created the less formal area as well. He was about to leave, to allow her some privacy when she stopped him by placing her hand on his arm. Sitting beside her on the overstuffed couch, he was careful not to touch her. He knew if he did, he would pull her into his arms. From there he would kiss her, and, especially after the shower he had given her, he felt sure things would escalate until he was buried within her again. Sometimes modern conveniences were most inconvenient in his opinion.