Seduced By The British Billionaire(19)
Male after male faced her, reaching out to hold her while they danced. Happily she obliged. They all began to look the same after a while. Men of different races all with the same intent in mind flocked around her. She paid no attention to any specific one until her eyes settled on a handsome Spanish male with a body to kill. He was beautiful and intriguingly foreign. His accent rolled off his tongue the same as his r’s, making her almost swoon in his eyes.
He said hi, but with how loud the music was, she had to pretend to read his lips. She wasn’t even sure if she could understand him under normal circumstances anyways. What did it matter? What she really wanted to understand from him wasn’t the language of his mouth. Taking initiative, she grabbed him boldly by the hand and led him towards the table where Melanie sat.
She turned around then, licking her juicy lips for attention. “So baby,” she cooed. “What’s your name?”
“Stephan.” he said almost perfectly, his ethnic vibe sweeping her up in its grasps. “And you?”
“I’m Amber.” She flaunted, placing her hands on her upper breasts purposefully. She got a tingle of delight when his eyes trailed to them.
Their conversation didn’t go very far beyond greetings before Amber pounced on him, immediately inviting him to her place. She wanted to get away from the club atmosphere. He came to an understanding of how the night would play out, accepting her invitation rather graciously. They both seemed to have the same intent. Amber conveyed to Melanie that she was leaving, asking her if she wanted a ride home. Her friend declined. She had already set eyes on another tall red head male in the room, and was set for the night.
Chapter6
Amber and Stephan took a cab home, obviously too under the influence to drive anywhere. It was New York City, anyways. Taxi cabs were the most popular forms of transportation in her area. On the way over, she eyed the desirable male with devilish intent. Tonight would be no strings attached. Just the release of the strenuous desires she held bottled up within her. Perhaps through him she could find a relief somewhere deep inside. It hurt her even drunk to think about Charles. About how erotic he was, the way he had kissed her and his smell. Goodness, she couldn’t forget his scent. It was heaven’s cologne to her.
Upon arriving at her apartment, she almost tripped getting out of the car. Stephan reached and caught her, a little less drunk than herself. She was a light weight and it really didn’t take much to get her going. Fixing her dress, she waited for him to get out of the car. He paid the cab driver, and then walked with her up the stairs and into the main building. As they passed her neighbors, she spied a man standing up the hall. He looked a lot like Charles, even dressed similarly. In his hands was a bouquet of red roses.
She froze in her step, almost making Stephan bump into her. “Shit.” she hissed. Straining her eyes she looked at the male with his head bent to his phone. He hadn’t seen her yet. It was Charles. He sported the same colored watch on his wrist that he usually wore. A flood of emotions washed over her, making her question the male that was with her. She couldn’t get over the fact that she wanted Charles more than anything. She wanted his smile directed towards her, and his hand to gingerly caressing her. She wanted his sex, and the passionate kisses he had once rained down upon her. But another emotion blocked the need within her. It was so hard for her to focus after having drunk so much. She couldn’t make up her mind as to what she wanted to do. All she knew was, Stephan was in the way of her happiness at the moment.
Charles had brought her flowers. She couldn’t stop staring at them. Turning to Stephan, she suddenly didn’t want him anymore. She looked into his smoky dark eyes, which were now glazed over from the strong liquor. “Stephan,” she managed to whisper.
He inclined his ear, reaching out to touch her lips with his finger. She smacked it away, suddenly turned off by him. What was she thinking? “I don’t feel well.” She lied, hugging her stomach as if she were going to puke.
He grimaced. “Are you okay?” He appeared genuinely concerned.
Nodding in the middle of the act, she requested. “I’ll call you later. I think I drank too much. I need to lie down.”
He didn’t seem to like that. “I didn’t come all the way out here for nothing.” He reminded her. He stared down at her half exposed cleavage, greed masking his expression.
“I know and I’m sorry.” she crinkled her forehead to accentuate the lie. “But I don’t feel well enough tonight. I’ll call you.” Forcing a smile she looked over her shoulder instantly to see if Charles was looking. He wasn’t yet. Thank goodness!