The Unconventional Mistress

That night I chose to wear the dark blue lace over silk cocktail dress with the rhinestone belt that wasn’t needed but drew the eye to the shape of my waist. He even got my shoe size right. And he’d thought of everything.

I laughed when I saw the underwear. There was only one small boutique carrying my designs at the moment, ergo my trip to the stage, and he’d somehow found it.

He hadn’t bought me jewelry which was fine, I wore the same diamond studs I’ve been wearing since college and my Cartier bracelet. That was all the jewelry I’ve ever needed. But what he did get me was more than enough.

For dinner he took me to a steak house that was located between Brooklyn and Manhattan. One that was supposed to be the best in the state if not the country, and I could see why.

The meat was succulent, the potatoes savory and I could’ve eaten two baskets of their freshly baked bread. I wanted to have his babies, when he buttered a second slice for me without even thinking about it.

“Does it really not bother you?” We were on after dinner drinks and I don’t know what came over me.

“What?” He drawled the word as he looked at me with the same look he’d been wearing for the past five minutes.”

“My size, that I’m not…that I’m not skinny.”

He looked down and back up at me and I didn’t know what to think of the look on his face. “Does it bother you?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then why the hell should it bother me?”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because is not an answer. Think about why you felt the need to ask me that question without being prompted.” He must’ve seen the quizzical look on my face.

“You don’t strike me as the unconfident insecure type, or the kind of woman who doesn’t know her own worth.”

Is that really how he sees me? Wow!

His answer left me speechless and I sipped at my aperitif while getting lost in my head. If I let him, he could really get to me. I could get used to the classy treatment, who wouldn’t? But always in the back of my mind was the thought that this was not meant to last.

Stephanie

“Let’s go! I miss being inside you.” Did the man take lessons in just what to say to a woman to get her juices flowing? It’s like every word was meant to seduce.

He paid the bill, but not once, not even when the Scandinavian hotness that was our server came to take his card, did he take his eyes off of me. He was doing that shit again, seducing me with his eyes, and voice, and scent, oh hell.

I felt the eyes in the room on us when he helped me up from my seat and took my hand as we turned to leave the room. He didn’t seem to notice or even care. But I could well imagine what they were all thinking.

You didn’t have to know his name to know that he had money, even his walk looked expensive. And he had this air about him that seemed to scream, ‘don’t touch, don’t get too close’ that kind of thing.

Not that I wasn’t looking fashionable in my new dress, but I’ve never been able to pull off that look. Not even when I lived in the lap of luxury myself. I guess you had to be born with that kind of confidence, unlike someone like me, who’d only gained it with time.

His hand felt secure, like a security blanket, as it wrapped around my much smaller one. I noticed as I’d done earlier, that he doesn’t look around when he’s walking.

He keeps his eyes straight ahead as if he had no interest in anything but getting where he was going to. I wish I had that much discipline, and focus.

He helped me into the limo and as soon as the door closed I found myself drawn close to his side with his hand in my hair and his lips devouring mine. That quickly, my body went up in flames.

He didn’t let up on me all the way back to his place in the back of the limo. And by the time we made it to his private elevator, I was ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.

He had to drag me into the penthouse behind him with my hand grasped firmly in his. He bypassed the living room, den and study and headed straight for the bedroom.

We’d barely gotten out of our clothes before he had me spread eagle on the bed with his head between my legs. I came quick that first time and was more than ready to take him into my body when he climbed up to lay on top of me.