Can one woman’s temptation be revealed by one man’s desire to have her?
It took one look his way and Bethany knew. The man in front of her had something about him. Something special, that with just a look of his strong muscular backside, his firm round ass, large strong hand holding the newspaper he was reading, while they were standing in line for their morning coffee, she was smitten. His dark-brown hair had a professional cut and there is something about a man in an expensive business suit to make a girl go yum.
Bethany stood there in her black knee-length sweater dress, her knee high black heeled boots and her long brown hair curled up in a twist with a clip, as the cool winter air outside had a nip to it. That thought of the cold nippy air outside had her thinking of ways she wanted the man in front of her to warm her up, on the inside.
She had seen him here before, but never stood directly behind him. She could only glance quickly at his features because the moment he looked at her with his Italian features and piercing dark eyes, she would melt into a molten mess between her legs.
Today was the first time she stood behind him, and her body was humming with sexual desire and frustration. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, preferably naked but the feel of his expensive black suit would do just fine while she wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned in to kiss him.
He turned ever so slightly towards her and smiled, and then he turned back to his paper and took a step forward in line. Just as the next person ahead of him finished, he turned almost directly at her and smiled his wickedly sexy smile that turned upwards in the corners and held the most debonair of dimples in his cheeks. This time he set his paper under his arm and briefly spoke a soft ‘good morning’ her way.
She weakly smiled and replied in kind, yet was not even sure if her words made it out of her mouth. As soon as he turned to the sound of the coffee barista offering to take his order, she felt her entire body intensify with a strong desire and need to be this man’s arms, preferably naked and stated.
Her mind whirled with the type of lover he would be, and she found herself lost in thought, just then; he turned and looked at her with his coffee in hand and spoke a gentleman gesture. “Have a wonderful day.” Then she watched him walk out of the coffee shop with his tall coffee in hand, out into the brisk winter morning air with promise of snow, and walk down the street. If it wasn’t for the barista clearing her throat and speaking up again to break the trance, the customer behind might have stepped in line ahead of her.
Bethany placed her order for her coffee and proceeded to pull her wallet out. The barista promptly told her that her coffee and anything else she would like up to twenty dollars was on the house, compliments of the stranger in front of her. She stood there looking at her as the customer behind her cleared his throat with impatience. “This is all, keep the change or pass it on.” She smiled at her, then turned to walk out in search of the handsome stranger who made the first gesture.
The wind was beginning to whip up, and the stranger was nowhere in sight on the street. She had to be at a showing for an upscale high-rise apartment in twenty minutes and decided that perhaps on another day she could find a way to properly thank him. Sexual favors popped in mind, so she laughed aloud to herself, which caused a few passing strangers to glance her way as they huddled against the wind.
Bethany loved finding the perfect place for her high-end clients. This one, she had not met yet, only talked over the phone. He had been transferred here a month ago and had been living in an upscale hotel, but had a long list of requests and a fast need to move into a furnished place right away.
This particular place fit his every requirement; she thought to herself as she glanced around the immaculately clean and contemporary loft. The building had all the amenities he requested, and as she glanced out the floor to ceiling windows, watching the unpredicted blizzard whirl around outside, she thought of no better place to be at the moment. Not to mention, she was sure it was a done deal and her commission would leave her sitting pretty for a while.
The hard solid knock on the open door, caused her to turn. There before her was the man from the coffee shop, looking just as sexy and professional as she remembered him this morning. “Bethany Wiles?” He spoke up in question, then he turned and closed the open door behind him.
“Yes?” How did he know my name? She thought to herself.
He took a step forward into the loft as she walked towards him with a questionable look on her face. He put his hand out for a greeting, and she took his strong hand and instantly thought of places those hands could make her feel absolutely incredible. “Mr. Giordano. Richard Giordano.”
“My coffee gift giver.” She smiled coyly as she shook his hand. “Thank you. That was a wonderful gesture from a stranger on such a brisk morning.”
“You’re welcome.” His eyes roamed the full length of her body, and then a sensual smile crept upon his face. A smile that caused her insides to warm and her breath to catch. Then he turned and began looking about the place and talking to her while he was looking. She decided she needed to be the professional and accomplish her job, because if he bought this place, which she was sure he would, the commission it brought would be hefty.