The Love Game

CH.7 A Night to Remember

Chapter 7 A night to remember

I continue dance with random men thought the night. Although most of them were very gentlemen like, there were a few that where way to frisky for my liking. After about the tenth dance I excuse myself and head to the ladies room. I enter a stall and do my business until I hear other ladies enter.

“O my goodness how lucky are we to be surrounded by all these hot successful guys. I am sure that I will be bedding one tonight.” One girls said.

“I know which one I want to bed…Mr. Grey eyes. He so sexy and mysterious. I am getting wet just thinking about him.” Another girl said.

“Good luck, he seems to only have eyes on the slut in Red.” Said a third girl. I hate eavesdropping but this stuff you can’t help but enjoy. Cat would pay money to hear these kinds of juicy gossip.

“Yea you would need to take drastic measure to pry his eyes away from her. I wish there were a way to get ride of her. She is the number one competition and can claim any man she wants.” With that last comment I heard all three leave. I walk out of the stall the wash my hands and look myself over at the mirror. I guess I do look that good for other girls to be that jealous of me. Than it hit me, the thought of being in a relationship with another man that wasn’t Jonny. I sigh and let a few memories from our last party together flow through me. But before I go down that Rabbit hole I take a deep breath and push my emotions down and force myself to smile. Jonny would want me to have a good time no matter the circumstances. I exit the Restroom and head to the bar. One more drink and maybe I’ll call it a night. I have more than enough numbers to have a booty call everyday of the week and twice on Sundays.

I get to the bar without interruptions and after giving my order to the bartender I feel a hand softly brushing my arm. I turn to look at Mr. Greys eyes himself.

“I thought you’d never take a break from the dance floor.” He grinned holding his drink in his hand.

“Yea I may have worn the wrong outfit since I am constantly being bombarded by the opposite sex.” I giggle softly to myself.  

“Well you are the only women wearing red, a passionate color that would drive many men over board.”

“Great just let me add a few pheromones to increase the attention I’m already getting.” I smile then sigh.

“Are you not having a good time?” he askes his voice lanced with mild concern.

“Yes, just a little overwhelmed. I never liked to get to much attention. Especially with my looks.”

“I thought a politician reveals in the spotlight, and who can deny the chance to compliment a beautiful women.”

“Well the difference is that I never really wanted to be Major, I was persuaded by too many concerned citizens to lead them. I don’t intend to run for any type of office in the future. And stop with the ‘beauty’ comments. I’m getting way too many death glares from all the women in here.”

“Well can’t say that I blame them.” He takes a sip of his drink while I down my recently placed drink. “woe slow down girl.” I giggle. “Hey, I’m thinking about calling it a night, but I would really like to get to know you more. It is not every day that you meet a stranger and find out you have so much in common with them. Would you like to have a drink with me in my room? I happen to be staying in this resort for the night.” I stare at him for a minute contemplating whether it was a good or bad idea. It must be the alcohol kicking in when I agreed. I pull out my phone and text Ian that I was heading out. Las thing I want is for him to be worried about me and strike out with some girl tonight. He holds his hand out and I reluctantly take it. He escorts me out of the hall down the main lobby to the elevators. We come to his suite and when we walk in I place my clutch on the table near the entryway. He definitely had a bigger suite than mine, complete with a living area, and stocked bar.   

“What would you like?” He asks looking through the bar. “how bout some scotch?” he suggested.

“Sounds good to me!” I say as I make my way to the couch and sit. He then pours two glasses and hands me one before sitting next to me on the same couch.

“So have you always lived here in Heartsborrow?” He started.

“No, I left after high school. Went to college in San Diego and stayed there for six years before I came back.”

“What did you do in San Diego?”

“after college I worked part-time for the city council and part-time as a wedding floral designer.”

“Wow that’s two completely different venues!”

“Yea, I can never stick with just one thing. I love discovering and learning new things. That’s why I went into flowers… that and the fact that my best friend asked me to work with her. I loved working there so much that I quite my job and made flowers a full-time gig. I also got promoted to manager and departmentalize everything because the business was growing.”

“Seems like you have a strong work ethic to be moving up the ladder that fast.”

“Yea I learned from my parents. They were such hard worker and see them struggle always made me feel indebted to them. My dad would always say that hard work, perseverance, and great attention to detail will always be seen. But staying humble will gain favor.”

“Wise words… reminds me of my father. He was a hard worker too and always lead by example”

I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. He was like an open book. He told me that he was born and raised in New York, moved to Chicago for a little bit, then Seattle where he started his Enterprise and now here. When he wasn’t a workaholic, he spent his time with his son. That was the main reason he decided to relocate here. There is so much to entertain that it gave him the chance to give his son a better childhood than in Seattle. We than hit the subject of our deceased spouses. I didn’t know relaxed I was discussing this topic with him. Maybe it was the fact that we were close in age and our spouses died within one year of each other. Or maybe that his wife died of cancer. Either way I wasn’t melting down or heavily grieving. I felt more content and freer. Finally, being able to share my experience with someone that genuinely understood what I was going through. I could see also relaxed and content to share also.

We moved our conversation to different topics. The longer we talked to more I felt that he was a long lost friend that I never had. I take a glace at the wall clock and gasped.

“Is that really the time? I though I was only here for like an hour!” Zander glances at the clock with a similar expression.

“Guess so…” I get up dust myself and walk to the entryway to grab my clutch. I turn to Zander who followed behind me.

“Thanks for the nigh cap. I really enjoyed tonight. You definitely made it more bearable.” I glance down at the floor preventing the blush creeping onto my cheeks.

“Pleasures all mine.” He takes his hand and gently lifts my chin from the ground to look up at him. I can’t deny the craving on his touch all night. I would be lying if I also denied the feeling of kissing him right than and there. And as if he was reading my mind he leans in slowly and places his soft lips on mine. It was slow and hesitant at first but since I didn’t move away he kept on deepening the kiss and licking my bottom lip asking my mouth to open for him to taste every inch of my mouth. I oblige him and kiss him back with equal force. Our tongues battle for dominance as we stood there. We both broke away from the kiss panting when we looked deep into my eyes saying nothing. Than we were back at it again only this time with more aggression and fever. It was passionate beyond belief. His hands started to crease up and down my body while mine where wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to me. Without breaking away from the kiss we made our way to the bedroom undressing ourselves. Leaving scattered cloths along the way we arrive at the end of the bed in only our undergarments. I marveled at his naked sculpted muscles, six pack glistened done his v-line leading to what’s beneath his boxers.  Zander continues to kiss along my jaw, down my neck and heading towards my breasts. My body was over heating with desire as I let him please me with his touch. He unclasp my bra letting my mounds free feeling the brisk cool air causing my n*****s to harden. He takes one mound into his mouth sucking and licking my n****e, while the other he kneads with his hand. He glides his free hand down my backside to my butt. He lets his other hand meet at my butt. He grabs both cheek lifting me up and placing me on the bed. I lay back placing my head on a pillow as he continues to kiss, lick, and suck all over the front of my body. He rests himself on top of me int between my legs. He came back to my lips and kissed them gently. He breaks away and gives my one final look asking if I was sure. I only nod and with that he positions his hard member at my entrance. Teasing my c**t and feeling my wetness seep through my entrance. With one gently thrust he enters me.

“Ahhh!!!” I gasped at how big he was. It took me a minute to adjust.

“Dam your so tight!” he moans waiting for me to adjust to his size.

“Can you blame me its been years…” Before I could say anything, more be kisses me. He begins to thrust into me developing a rhythm. I grab onto his muscular back pulling me, my hips meeting with his thrust. We keep going faster and harder until we both reach our climax together. After riding the orgasmic wave, Zander collapses beside me bring me to rest on his chest. We both lay there catching our breath.

“I don’t know why Rachel, but I feel connected to you.” He spoke and kissed the top of my head.

“I feel the same.” I couldn’t help myself but reciprocate. Its been years since anyone has made me feel this way. I think I was willing to take a risk and see where this was going. We both lay there unmoved until I felt him drift off to sleep. When I was sure that he was deep in sleep I gently removed myself. I put my cloths back on and grabbed my clutch. I had a couple of my business cards in there just in case, so I took a hotel pen and wrote my cell number on the back. I never really give away my personal number to anyone, but I feel like I could trust him. I walk back to his room and leave the card on his side of the nightstand. Before taking my leave back to my room.  

I get into my room undress and take a quick shower. As I was rinsing off images of what just happened flashed before me. I smiled from ear to ear. I can not regret what happened, it was magical, and deep. As I step out of the shower and get myself ready for bed I sigh. This time It’s a happy sigh. Even if this turns into a one-night stand, I will always be special to me. A happy thought that will last a while. One that will remind me that I am beautiful, smart, and worth loving again. I doze off for the first time with a smile. I wonder what the future will hold now that I am back out into the open.