all I was offering was a night in my bed. She didn’t need to know that yet.
I flagged down the bartender and ordered champagne for her and another scotch for me. I leaned against the bar and watched her, waiting for her to make another move. I knew it was coming. She wasn’t getting what she wanted just standing there, and since I wasn’t offering anything besides a drink, she would be forced to get to the point real fucking quick. The bartender placed our drinks in front of us and I took mine, my gaze never leaving hers as I swallowed my drink.
She slid a strand of hair behind her ear and then let her hand glide down her chest lightly, brushing over her breast. My eyes of course followed her hand, just like she wanted. I saw the little smirk, her thinking she was winning. I took another drink and waited. She bit her lower lip. Why did girls always think that was so sexy? Hey, I’m a sex kitten. Come toy with me. Doing shit like that got you flat on your back for twenty minutes and then booted out the door. Which was exactly what would happen tonight. Maybe if she had approached me like a normal person and tried to have a fucking conversation, things would have gone differently. But this seductress routine would only get her so far.
Deciding I’d had enough, I swallowed the rest of my drink and then took her hand in mine, leading her to the coat check. Handing over my ticket, I waited for her to do the same. Of course, she only had a wrap. It was forty-five degrees outside in Chicago and she brought a fucking wrap. When the attendant handed me my wool coat, I slipped it on and buttoned it up. She should know better. It wasn’t the temps in Chicago as much as the wind. It bit into your skin and made it feel a hell of a lot colder than it was. She could freeze. She barely slipped her wrap on before I pulled her out the door and hailed a cab. I never drove around Chicago if I didn’t have to.
“260 East Chestnut,” I told the driver. He nodded and pulled away from the curb. I could tell by the way the woman’s eyes widened that she knew where I lived. I wasn’t rich. I was well off. I saved my money a long time for that apartment, and I wasn’t ashamed to own it. But I hated that this woman knew what that apartment signified.
She slid up next to me and ran her hand up my thigh, cupping my dick in her hand. I slowly looked at her, not giving away a thing. When she didn’t get the response she wanted, she slowly started stroking my cock until I was hard. I snatched her hand and placed it back on her own thigh. She could work me all she wanted in my apartment, but I wouldn’t embarrass myself by walking through my building with a woody.
I smiled seductively to soften the blow, and luckily, that was enough to appease her. When we pulled up to my apartment, I paid the driver and placed my hand on the small of her back to lead her inside. She shivered on the walk to the door, and rubbed her arms when we stepped into the heat. I escorted her to the elevator, nodding at Ed, the night guard, as we passed. He smiled and waved in return, laughing at the woman I had beside me. Ed had seen me with more women than I cared to remember. Tonight was no shocker for him.
She stood beside me in the elevator, her confidence growing by the minute. She thought she was the one to take me home and bag me. Had she even realized that I hadn’t bothered to ask her name? I smirked to myself because this really was too easy. I stepped out of the elevator and led her to my door. Her eyes widened as she stepped inside. Hardwood floors, crisp white walls, white kitchen cabinets, a glass dining room table, a dark brown leather sofa…all those things made the place look expensive, but what sold the place was the view. I had one of the best views in the city. With floor to ceiling windows, I had the perfect view of Lake Michigan. From my living room and my bedroom, I could see