Clandestine Steele - Part I

    The hotel lounge wasn't too crowded, she was thankful for that.  She surveyed the room with mild interest.  To say that the hotel was beautiful was an understatement.  No expense had been spared on the lavish touches added around the hotel.  From the moment you stepped into the large foyer, everything was done on a grand scale.  The floor was a beautiful beige marble, the walls the faintest hint of cream.  There were glass tables with beautiful displays of fresh floral arrangements along the walls.  The chandeliers looked as though they'd just been hand cleaned.   There were sitting areas off to the right that boasted expensive looking couches, chairs and setee's.  They were floral designs of deep green, pale yellow and dark wine.  The colors blended together to offer a calming effect on the person sitting on them.

    To the left of the foyer was the lounge, a solarium and another informal area that boasted a lovely glass wall with a waterfall.  It's gentle trickling sound soothing to the ear.  The employees of this hotel were superlative in their manners, their desire to be helpful and their ability to make anyone walking thru the doors feel at home.  She smiled outwardly as she thought that the staggering prices attached to the suites at this hotel should brook nothing less.

    She sat at her table and sipped her drink.  Her table was secluded enough to offer her a modicum of privacy yet it also allowed her to survey the room uninhibited.  She would remember to tip her waiter generously for his idea of an unobtrusive table.  She scanned over the occupants in the room noticing the expensive suits the men wore and the well coiffed, professionally made up women that shared their tables.  This lounge was full of people that were used to the good life and had no qualms about making it known.

    She saw him then, enter the lounge and speak with a waiter.  He appeared to shake his head, ever so slightly at whatever the waiter told him and then the waiter ushered him to a table almost as secluded as hers.  She watched him order what she assumed was a drink and then arrange himself comfortably at his table.  She looked away then, she didn't want to seem as though she were staring.  She ran her hand slowly through her hair.   It was a gesture she did unconsciously but he had seen it from the corner of his eye and it had gained his attention.

    He looked at her with an inscrutable look and directed his gaze elsewhere.   It was long enough though for her to draw in a breath.  She'd summed him up in those few brief seconds that they'd made eye contact.  He was handsome but not the everyday good looks she was used to.  He had an appeal that screamed to be noticed, a sensual, predatory type demeanor that she couldn't help but admire.  This man was used to getting what he wanted.  She liked that in a man because that's exactly how she was.  His eyes seemed to hold her captive in the short space of time that his view had connected with hers.  They beckoned to her in a way that she'd never felt before.  She reached for her glass and took a drink, more for a diversion that to quench her thirst.

    He saw her reach for her drink her long fingers caressing the stem of her glass.  She wasn't at all what he usually found attractive in a woman but her demeanor made him take notice all the same.  She had a provocativeness about her that was almost tangible.  Her eyes had held a hint of defiance, or was it an open challenge?  Whatever it was, it was enticing.  His waiter had arrived with his drink.  He accepted his glass and reached into his pocket and withdrew a cigar.   He rolled the cigar absentmindedly between his thumb and forefinger before reaching into his coat pocket to retrieve his lighter.  He deftly lit his cigar and inhaled deeply, savoring the feel, the taste of his cigar.  She couldn't take her eyes off him.

    She couldn't help but notice how he fingered his cigar, it had an almost hypnotic affect on her senses.  She closed her eyes briefly, she imagined how his hands would feel stroking her skin, she almost sighed aloud as her mind continued to display images of him before her eyes.  She could feel her pulse quicken and her skin tingle as those images got more graphic in detail.   

    Whatever it was she was thinking about he noted, was all over her beautiful face.  He had looked over and saw her eyelids close, he could see her hand begin deftly stroking her glass.  It was a smooth subtle movement that screamed erotic to him.  He could feel his breath constrict in his throat and his heart pick up its tempo.  She was driving him to distraction and he was damn certain the feeling the mutual.

    She could feel herself being drawn deeper and deeper into her fantasy.   He was running his fingers up and down her spine, looking at her with such an intense look of desire that she felt her legs go numb. 

    "Miss?  Would you care for another drink?"  Her eyes snapped open at the intrusive voice so close to her.  She looked up and saw the waiter poised over her with a tray in his hand.  

    She quickly shook her head to cover her chagrin at being caught daydreaming.   "No, no thank you." she said as she smoothed her hands over her dress.   Her waiter retreated and she was again alone.  She felt like kicking herself for being so ridiculous as to daydream in public.  She didn't know how long she'd had her eyes closed but she could tell by the warm feeling throughout her body that it had been too long.  She couldn't delay it any longer, she forced herself to look over at his table.  He was looking straight at her.

    Their eyes met again, this time locking for more than a few seconds.   His gaze was no longer inscrutable.  It was plain to her that there was desire there, also confirmation that he had indeed seen her daydreaming and was amused by it.   She refused to look away.  She met his gaze with a challenge of her own, her look dared him to do something about it. 

    His eyes scanned her again, going up and down her full length.  He saw her shapely legs that were crossed, her black dress that was snug in all the right places, her dark hair that had been streaked from too much time in the sun, her sexy lips that begged to be kissed.  She'd thrown down an imaginary gauntlet and he was determined to return it to her.  He stood up, put down his empty glass and headed for her table.  His eyes never leaving hers.

    She saw him approach.  She'd known he would.  She'd seen it in his eyes when he'd accepted the challenge she had issued.  The was nothing she could do now but stare.  He had the grace of someone that knew exactly all the gifts they'd be born with and knew well how to use them.  He was tall, and walked like he was sure of himself.  He was perfect, not too big, not too small, just right and in all the right places.  She could feel her heart beating faster as he got closer to her table.   Her hand went to her throat as she attempted to slow her pulse. 

    He reached her table and stood there gazing at her.  She had no choice but to tilt her head up to look at him.  He was more magnificent up close.  He thought the same of her.

    She spoke first.  Her voice as sexy as he knew it would be.  It wasn't too high, it was slightly husky and it was definitely captivating.  "Won't you sit down?" 

    He smiled at her and slowly reached for the chair across from her and lowered himself into it.  "Thank You, I'd be delighted."  He could feel her slight withdrawal but he was determined not to let it happen.   "It appears we share something ."  She looked at him with avid curiosity. 

    "And that would be?" 

    He smiled and his gaze went to her lips.  "A Vivid Imagination." 

    She flushed slightly, his meaning wasn't lost on her, she knew that he was aware of what she'd been thinking about and she returned his smile.  "It would appear that I have a vivid imagination.  You have the ability to guess what people are thinking about." 

    He looked at her lips and then back to her eyes.  It was a caress of sorts and she could almost feel it.   "I didn't have to guess, it was written all over your face, Miss?"

    She slowly uncrossed her legs and leaned forward a bit.  "Is my name that important to you?" 

    He leaned forward slightly and looked into her eyes.   "On the contrary, knowing your name wouldn't change a thing for us, would it?   It wouldn't change how you feel and it's certainly not going to alter what I am feeling one iota." 

    She decided she would play along till the very end.   "And what exactly are you feeling?"  she asked him. 

    He reached over and touched her face with his fingers.  He trailed the side of her face gently and with a caressing touch. 

    She felt her eyes flutter closed so she forced them back open, determined to look at him.  He continued to look at her and stroke her face. Just when she thought she'd melt off her chair he lowered his hand. 

    He stood up and reached out to help her up.  When she had gotten up, he pulled her closer to him and leaned in to her. 

    She thought he was about to kiss her and her body screamed in anticipation. 

    His face moved past her lips and went to the side of her face.   His breath was warm as he whispered in her ear, "I'd rather show you." 

    Gently, he guided her along with him toward the entrance of the lounge.   He met up with their waiter and paid both bills and left him a generous tip.   She had started to protest his paying her bill but he simply shook his head no.   They headed toward the reception area and he escorted her to the elevators.  

    "Would you wait here, I won't be but a moment." 

    She nodded and watched him walk toward the front desk.  She closed her eyes and attempted to slow her breathing.  She wanted this man with a force she'd never known before but she was determined not to let her need show.  She wanted to remain in control of the situation.  She was used to being in control and she didn't relinquish that right very easily.  She sensed him before she'd heard him.  She opened her eyes to find him looking at her. 

     "Are you ready?" 

    She nodded as he leaned past her to press the button on the wall.  The elevator door opened with a swoosh and he guided her in.  As they both turned around the doors gently closed and the elevator lurched forward.

    He reached out and pressed the button for the top floor. 

    Penthouse Suite?   It figures, she thought to herself.  There was a soft melody being piped into the cabin through a speaker on the ceiling.  She recognized the song but didn't pay it that much attention.  They were the only two people on the elevator, he standing against one wall, her against the other.  She ventured a glance up at his face.  

    He was looking intently at her, his eyes surveying her with a smoldering look.  

    He didn't speak one word, he didn't have to.  His body spoke for him, and right now, she felt it was down right singing to her. 

    Just then, the doors opened and a man walked in.  He pressed the button of the floor he desired and settled himself in the middle of the floor.  He was whistling a lively tune as he swayed back and forth on his heels. 

    She could still see his face and she thought she would pay him back in kind for making her body tingle.  Just then the doors opened again a multiple people filed into the elevator.

    She ran her fingers through her hair, then ran her tongue over her lips.  She looked back up at him through the crowd of people.  She could tell by his look that he had seen every movement.  She turned away, pleased with herself that he too felt the passion between them.  She looked around the confined space, wondering if anyone else could feel the tension in the air.  She could and she would swear it could be cut with a knife.  She closed her eyes and refused to look at him again.  She focused instead on the opening and closing swoosh that accompanied that arrival and departure of other passengers.  Just then she felt someone behind her it had gotten crowded so she was being pushed from all sides.  She moved up as far as she could to give the person behind her more space.  She felt herself come in contact with a body again.  This time the body was firmly pressed into the back of her.  She opened her eyes and looked around.  It was him.

    She quickly turned back around, hoping that he didn't cause a scene of any kind.  

    He tried his best not to oblige her.  He pressed himself further into her backside.  In the crush of people nobody noticed how close he was, not that he cared if they did.  He used his left hand to slowly caress her left side.  His hand was between her and the wall so his movements went un-noticed. 

    She could feel the caress and drew in her breath.  Her skin felt as if it burned wherever he touched.   Just then he used his hand to pull her back firmly against him.  She could feel his body mold itself to her rear end.  She closed her eyes and started to breath raggedly through her mouth as he began to move slowly against her.  She knew it was a promise of things to come.  He was showing her delicious, pleasurable things to come.  She felt her body responding to the intimate caresses of his body.  Her palms were starting to sweat.  She tried to wipe them against the front of her dress without drawing too much attention to herself.  She could feel her body becoming aroused and she was powerless to stop it.  When she felt him harden slightly against her, it was her undoing.  Instantly she could feel the moistness in her panties and her breast harden in reaction, she wouldn't be able to stand much more of this torture. 

    Just then the elevator lurched to a stop. 

    She felt his hot breath tingle her ear as he said, "This is our stop." 

    Opening her eyes, she noticed everyone, but the two of them, had gotten off the elevator. 

    Before she could turn around to speak, he disengaged himself from behind her and pulled her off the elevator.  

    There was only one door in the short hallway, he drew her to it and pulled out the card to his door and swiped it in the card reader.  The red light turned green and he opened the door for her and motioned for her to enter. 

    She proceeded him into the room, he followed and shut the door behind him with a firm click.

 To be continued...