The Perfect Holiday

Thomas gave me a wicked smile. My lower belly gave a lurch to the side and I felt my cheeks pink with a hot flush.

“No,” Thomas said. “We’re all alone.” He leaned in close and raised an eyebrow. “I trust you feel safe.”

I nodded quickly. Safer with you than with anyone else, I thought. If only I could tell you how I really feel.

Thomas led the way into a beautiful, opulent living room with black leather furniture. It looked very adult, very masculine.

“I redecorated recently,” Thomas said. “I’ve always owned this place, but Marlene and I used it as a crash pad when we were married. She kept her house in Bed-Stuy, and I kept this condo.”

I nodded. “I like it,” I said. I glanced around, surreptitiously running my hand along the back of the elegant couch. “It really suits you.”

“Would you care for a glass of wine?”

My stomach rumbled and I flushed hotly as I remembered Thomas’s warning from the last time we were together.

“Only if you don’t give me too much,” I said softly. “I…I wouldn’t want to…”

Thomas grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said. “But sometimes, on a Friday, there’s nothing like a glass of wine.” I watched nervously as he set his briefcase down on the floor, then walked into the kitchen and selected a bottle of wine from an elegant chrome-and-glass wine cabinet. I gasped when I realized it was also a chiller.

“This is so cool,” I said. I looked around, feeling completely out of my element. “You have so many kitchen gadgets. I have no idea what most of these even do!”

“Oh, I don’t either,” Thomas said. He laughed. “I give Isabelle a budget and tell her to buy whatever she wants for the house. She’s here most days, from five in the morning until I get home from work.”

I nodded. “She must be good for Brett,” I said.

“She is,” Thomas replied. He handed me a glass of wine and we clinked. I couldn’t help but notice that his wine glasses were even more expensive-looking than the glasses had been at Daniel, or La Toscabelle.

“This is so good,” I said. I inhaled and took another long sip.

Thomas’s eyes gleamed. “June, exactly how hungry are you?”

“Not very,” I confessed. Truth be told, I didn’t think I could eat at all. I was so nervous to finally be in Thomas’s home that I could barely stand still. I wondered if we were finally going to have sex.

I wondered how perfect it would be.

“Good,” Thomas said. He set his glass down on the counter. “How do you feel about playing a little game?”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean?”

Thomas chuckled and reached out for my hand. When he touched me, sparks leapt from his body to mine and I shivered. It was the first time he’d touched me since we’d arrived back at his place.

“Come with me,” Thomas said. There was a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. Nervously, I licked my lips and followed Thomas down the hall and into a small, dark room. I frowned – aside from a large wardrobe and dresser, the room was empty.

“Is this where you keep your winter clothes?” I joked awkwardly, biting my lip when Thomas didn’t laugh.

His lips curled into a smile and he eyed me, starting at my face and moving his gaze slowly down my body until I was blushing beet red.

“Strip,” Thomas said softly. He stepped closer and put a hand on the back of my neck. Nervously, I took a sip of my wine before setting the glass down on a small table.

I flushed and shivered. He can’t be serious, I thought. He hasn’t even kissed me yet!

“Excuse me?” I asked softly.

“I believe I told you to strip.”

Thomas stepped closer and stroked a hand down my back before gripping my neck. I shivered at the feel of Thomas’s fingernails on the back of my neck.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied automatically. Suddenly, the air between us was tense and full of lust. I wondered what he would do when I was naked – would he touch me? Make me beg for his cock?