Her Autumn Attraction

Chapter 5: The Room part 2

Eline’s POV

He stood over her panting, trying to catch his breath. She was filled to the brim with his c**k and warm seeds. He slowly pulled out, she was dripping with both his and her own c*m.

She collapsed on the bed. “Go, get yourself cleaned up” he pointed to the door of the conjoint bathroom. She reluctantly got up and walked to the bathroom, she most of all just wanted to lay down and sleep.

The bathroom was larger than her living room. There was a big shower, a free standing bathtub. A large vanity with two drawers. There was also a large floor to ceiling closet, with double doors. The toilet had its own little separate room inside the bathroom.

The toilet room consisted of a toilet, a little sink inside of a small vanity, with two little drawers. In the drawers she could find extra toilet paper, pads and tampons.

When she got in, she turned on the shower and stepped in, she enjoyed just standing under the hot water. She always showered alone afterwards. She washed today’s stress off in the hot water and vanilla shampoo.

She loved the scent of vanilla. Almost as much as she loved the scent of pumpkin.

When she got out she took a white fluffy towel from the heated towel rack. It was so soft and warm against her sensitive skin.

She wiped away the dew on the mirror with her hand and looked at herself in the mirror, she had mascara stripes down her cheeks. She found some makeup removal, and cleaned herself up. Put some new mascara and eyeliner on.

Her damped hair was clinging to her face and neck, she did a quick french braid over her left shoulder.

She had everything she needed in the bathroom, everything from towels to makeup to extra clothes. She put on a white t-shirt, a black miniskirt, a black lace bra and a pair of black lace panties.

She had no idea of where everything came from or who filled it up when she had used the last of something.

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, satisfied with how she looked, she nodded to her reflection, turned on her heel and left the bathroom.

The Room was empty when she got in.

Her work clothes were neatly folded and put together with her coat and shoes. Normally the clothes she comes in would disappear and reappear clean in the bathroom closet.

The clock was close to 21 now, and she was starving. She walked a bit around the room, waiting for him to come back with their food. He would always arrange it in some fancy way on his big dinner plates.

A few minutes later she could hear him in the hallway, she quickly got into her position at the foot of the bed, with her hands behind her back and her forehead on the edge of the bed.

The carpet had been removed while she was in the shower, along with the sheets on the bed, they have been replaced with new clean ones.

She sat still as he walked into The Room. He placed their plates on the floor. “The food is here” he said in the usual sweet voice, she was used to.

She turned around and saw the big dinner plate filled with rice, vegetables and chicken spring rolls. He also had two wine glasses in his hand and a bottle of white wine.

They always talked while they ate, well she talked the most, he listened and sometimes he asked her questions, usually about her day or her childhood. He didn’t talk much about himself. He didn’t like to talk about himself or his family. She didn’t mind, of course she was curious, but she also respected his wish to not talk about it, so she stayed off that topic.

She never asked too many questions, she figured that out early on, after about a week of them doing this, he nearly kicked her out and said he never wanted to see her again if she kept pressing him to talk about his family or his childhood.

She got the message and hasn’t brought it up since, and he never talked about it. She thought it was weird he didn’t want to talk about his family or childhood. She didn’t have the best childhood. However she answered his questions if he had any.

Past:

After her coworkers left the bar, he sat down again. She was still standing, staring at him in shock.

He gestured to the high barstool with his hand and she quickly got up on it again. He chuckled as he took another sip of his drink.

“You don’t know where I live, how are you going to drive me home?” She asked with a shaky voice.

“You live in the same town as me, I’ve seen you around” he answered with a smile. Where had he seen her before? How had she never noticed him before?

“I have a room here for another night, do you want to stay here with me? Or do you want to go home tonight?” There was a slight smile in the corner of his lips, like he already knew what she was going to answer, before she knew it herself. “We can stay”, she answered.

Blushing and feeling a bit embarrassed and nervous. She tried to hide it all behind an innocent giggle. She had no clue what was going to happen and she was scared her inexperience would show. if they were going to do something tonight.

She had only ever been with one person one time before. It was a scary and an uncomfortable experience, but somehow she knew she would be okay, if she was with him.

He got up from his high barstool, took her hand. She quickly downed the last of the third martini, grabbed her purse and followed him to a nearby elevator.

Present:

They finished up eating, he looked at with sweet caring eyes. She wanted to ask him all the wrong questions but didn’t.

He caressed her cheek with the palm of his hand, it felt good to be touched by him in this gentle way. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but shut it again after a few seconds.

He removed his hand, cleared his throat and said “I think this is enough for one night” she looked confused at him as he stood up and started to clear out their dinner plates.

They usually went for another round after dinner? What happened tonight? What did she do wrong? Was this the start of the end for them? She could cry right now, but didn’t. Her mouth opened and closed, again and again as she wanted to protest, but she didn’t. She wanted to, but she knew better.

She reluctantly got up, straightened her clothes and went for her coat and shoes. Her breathing was rapidly and uncontrollable, her heartbeat was ringing in her ears and tears were threatening to glide down her cheeks.

She had her shoes in one hand and her coat in the other, when he grabbed her arm and spun her around so she faced him. She didn’t want to look at him. One of his hands was placed on her waist and with his other hand he gently grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him.

His dark brown almost black eyes, locked with hers. She knew that he could see, she was hurt. He wasn’t some emotionless monster. He cared, in his own way. He bought a painting because she once said she loved autumn. He had a heart, it was just hard for him to share it with anyone. She tried to convince herself of that.

He hugged her, like both arms around her tiny waist. He had never hugged her before. She hugged him back, not too tight, she didn’t want to scare him away. They stood like that for about a minute, then he took a step back, looked at her and said “I’ll see you tomorrow at 19:30 sharp. No excuses!” His voice was firm and reassuring. This wasn’t the end, she knew that now.

On her way out, she stopped by the kitchen and took the leftovers the doorman had brought up along with their take out. The kitchen was gigantic. She would have loved to cook his food in this kitchen. It was so big, she could live in this kitchen.

The cabinets and drawers were white, with gold handles and black countertops. It had two ovens and the biggest refrigerator she had ever laid her eyes on. It was an absolutely gorgeous kitchen.

His apartment was always so clean and tidy, and the sheets in The Room were always clean when she got there. But she had never seen another person in his apartment, did he have a maid? Or more? How about a chef.

He was way too trimmed to eat take out all the time. Or maybe he had a girlfriend or a wife, who cleaned and cooked for him and she was just.. she didn’t want to think that. She couldn’t. He would never do that to her.

She pushed that thought out of her head as she headed for the elevator. It wasn’t the first time she had those thoughts. They were there in the start, but fated. However, now they were back. Why were they back? Was it because of his strange behavior tonight? Or perhaps she was the one getting too comfortable? More wanted more right?

She had so many thoughts and questions running through her pretty little mind. He had given her every reason to doubt him, but somehow she didn’t normally doubt him. She loved him too much.