The Prettiest Woman
“What did you expect?”
“I don’t know, honestly. However, I didn’t think that you would be doing things for me on this trip. This is all about you and I expected…”
 
; “To be my secretary and whore for the weekend?”
I was shocked by his brashness but it resonated with me, “Yes pretty much.”
“I’m not going to treat you that way. You’re an amazing woman and I want us to enjoy our time together. You don’t have to cater to my every whim or have sex with me if you don’t want to. I want you here with me because I enjoy your company. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to. I just want you to be yourself, and I want the pleasure of spoiling you.”
What planet was he from? I was rendered speechless and tears pricked the back of my eyes. It was all suddenly overwhelming. He seemed like so much more than I deserved. I looked out of the window and we sat in silence for the rest of ride. He simply grabbed my hand and lightly massaged it with his fingers. I was in heaven.
*
“Those seats were crazy! And the backstage pass! I can’t say thank you enough.” I gushed as we walked to our hotel room.
I was riding high and I was still in disbelief. I got to meet the Queen B herself after the concert. Our seats were upfront and I didn’t miss a thing. I didn’t have to look at the huge screens that were above and to the right and left of the stage. I saw it all up close and personal. When I got to meet her and shake her hand, I almost died. She signed my photo and smiled at me. I was a little disgusted by how big of a ‘stan’ I was being but I didn’t care at that moment.
“You don’t have to continue to thank me. I had a good time, too. Of course, the look on your face was worth it. You looked like a kid in a candy store all night. I was sure that you were going to shed some tears during the course of the evening.”
“I was not!” I said hitting him playfully.
“So you’re telling me that your eyes weren’t watering up when she was singing Dangerously in Love?”
“Shut up! It’s a beautiful song and emotional. Nothing could compare to her singing it live.”
“You’re right. I almost teared up, too.”
I looked at him and he had a serious expression on his face. He then cracked up laughing. “You thought I was serious.”
“I wasn’t sure. I was going to judge you a little but I wanted to see if you were serious first.”
“No tears over here. At least not over that.”
“You probably wanted to cry when she was wearing that lace outfit. Don’t act like your eyes weren’t bugging out of your head.”
“Well, her ass was looking really good. But I was much more interested in the beauty next to me that was screaming like a kid seeing Michael Jackson.”
“You’re going to get enough of making fun of me.” I laughed as he opened the door.
“I don’t think I will. You’re so easy to mess with. It’s fun.”
I was going to come back with a smart remark, but our hotel room was candlelit, and there was a bottle of champagne and strawberries sitting on the table in the dining area.
“You thought that this evening was over?” He asked.
“I didn’t know.”
“Well, now you do. Please just remember what I said. You don’t have to do anything…”
I silenced him with a kiss. I didn’t need to hear anymore disclaimers from him. I knew what I wanted and I wanted him. I wasn’t having any second thoughts or reservations. He was everything that I wanted.
His arms encircled my waist and he brought my body closer to his. There wasn’t any space between us and I didn’t want there to be. He held on to me so tightly that it was hard for me to breath. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him and the bulge forming between us was a clear indicator I was correct.
He stepped away from me, “You’re going to fast forward our night if you keep this up.”
“We don’t have to fast forward it but how about we change the order of the program?”