A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (7 page)

Breathe. Don’t get emotional. Stay calm. He’s not yours.
He’s told you all along he doesn’t do relationships. He has plenty of women. He
only asked you to spend four more days with him. Make the most of them.

Turning my attention back to his conversation, I wished I
wouldn’t have as I heard the next words that came out of his mouth.

“Yes, the weekend. A getaway is what we need. Cocktails on
Saturday night and the rest of the weekend indulging in playtime. You know me
best. You’re right. Some things never change.”

Okay. That’s it. I can’t handle anymore. He really is an
arrogant asshole.

I tossed the magazine back in my bag, down the whole glass
of wine in one gulp, got off the couch, walked to the kitchen, poured another
glass of wine and headed for his bathroom. I needed to stop the flood of angry
tears and the thought of throwing up if I heard another word of his
conversation with his next hook up.

I’m not sure how long I had been in the bathroom when I
heard a knock on the door.

“Bébé, you ok?”

Don’t “bébé” me, Mr. Asshole Playboy!

“Yes. Just freshening up. Be out in a second.”

Pull yourself together. You have four days to give him
something to miss.

I washed my face, took my hair down, added a little shimmer
to my lips and walked back into the living room having changed into short
lounge pants along with a tight t-shirt minus a bra.

“Mmmm. Time to make you come, bébé.” He was on me before I
could reach the couch. I was stiff in his arms, I was trying to relax and
forget his conversation, but I was finding it difficult.

Pushing away from him, I moved to the other end of the
couch. Looking up at the ceiling as I was thinking back on Evan's phone
conversation, I wondered about the woman on the other end of the phone. Their
exchange seemed so familiar, like a relationship, yet he said he never had
relationships. Was she just a friend or was she someone he didn't want to tell
me about? One minute I had high hopes for this affair and the next they were
dashed. I could handle not knowing some things about him, but I wanted to know
if he was telling me the truth about past relationships.

“I was wondering if there has ever been anyone special in
your life. Someone you thought about having a relationship with?”

He looked at me with a faraway look and hesitated before
answering. “Maybe one.” He was definitely thinking of someone. The look in his
eyes was intense. They were dazzling. The blue had turned a mesmerizing shade,
more breathtaking than I had ever seen when peering into his gorgeous face.
Suddenly, I felt extremely jealous. Whoever this woman was, by the look on his
face, she obviously held a special place in his heart. I hoped it wasn't
“Isabelle.”

“What made her so memorable?” I asked, not actually wanting
to know.

Biting his lip, he let out a little laugh. “She left me.”

“I take it no one has ever left you?”

“I’ve never let anything start.”

“But you did that time?”

“No, not really. It was a brief encounter and afterwards she
never contacted me.”

“Why didn’t you contact her?”

“I gave her my information, but I didn’t get hers.” My
stomach was in knots looking at his face as he recalled the memory of a woman
who touched him deeply. “Sometimes, I think she wasn’t real. Maybe it was just
a dream.” He laughed, shaking his head like he was ridding himself of the
vision. “What about you? Anyone that made your heart pound?”

“Hmmm…” as I thought to myself: Besides you right now?

“Come on, Melissa.  Tell me... was there a magical prince? A
knight in shining armor?”

“Well, that is the dream. Every girl wants the ‘fairy tale.’
That is what’s ingrained in us by way of children’s books.” I found myself
staring off, rambling on. “Hmmm, how does it go? She attends a fancy ball,
falls into the arms of a prince and they live happily ever after.” I turned
away from Evan. Thinking wow, I hadn't thought about that night in a long time.

“Since you’re here, I gather there was no riding off into
the sunset?”

“No. There’s no such thing as a fairy tale ending. The
princess ran away, and the prince was never to be seen again.” Remembering the
events surrounding that encounter, I added, “The kingdom was destroyed.” My
eyes glazed over, tears were about to spring forth, and I tilted my head back
to stop them. “Girls are silly. We are forever looking to be rescued.” I
laughed, making light of our conversation, pushing my mind out of the past. “We
keep kissing frogs in search of the prince, seeking our one true love.”

“Do you think I’m a frog?” He raised an eyebrow, daring me.

I giggled. “I’m not sure. Kiss me.”

Evan…

MELISSA MAKES ME crazy. I can't keep
my hands off her. I wanted to touch her constantly. I liked my cock buried deep
inside her. I missed her today.

I had her down on the floor, fucking her mouth with my
tongue. Pulling away from her mouth, I started sucking and licking her neck.

“I'm going to taste all of you tonight, bébé.”

I couldn't get her top off fast enough. I grabbed the bottom
and ripped the shirt in half exposing her luscious breasts. Melissa gasped.
Then she’s moaned as I grabbed both of her tits abruptly, kneading them and
pinching her nipples, they tightly pebbled between my fingers. I moved back and
forth sucking one while pinching the other. She was breathing hard and moaning
my name.

“Evan. It feels sooo good. Oh mon dieu. Please don’t stop.
Evan.”

I moved down her body nipping and licking every inch of her
silky skin, making my way to her beautiful pussy. I ripped off her sexy littles
pants and she shivered. She moaned my name loudly with the first sweep of my
tongue on her clit.

“Mmmm. You taste like candy. Tasty. Sweet. Delicious. Oh so
sweet, bébé.”

I swiped my tongue up and down her moist folds.

“Please. Evan.” Melissa rose up into my mouth.

“Relax bébé. Not yet.” I continued flicking and licking her
folds, and then sucked her clit into my mouth.

I could hear her panting. “Please. Evan. Pleeeease.”

“Wait bébé. Almost.”

I inserted a finger, sliding against her front wall as she
moaned. I rewarded her with another finger connecting to just the right spot
while still sucking her clit. I fucked her faster with my fingers as she
started to lose control. I could feel her walls start to tighten.

“Oh mon dieu. Pleeeease Evan. Pleeeease I want you,
monsieur.”

“You will have me, but first I want you to come for me,
bébé.”

Panting, Melissa bucked her hips and screamed my name and
something in French.

“Très jolie, bébé.” I whispered to Melissa. Leaving her
sweet spot, I crawled up her body.  Plunging my tongue in her mouth, I rolled
onto my back and pulled her on top of me. “You like to be on top, don't you,
bébé?”

“Oui, I love riding your big cock,” she whimpered as I
slipped into her tight, wet pussy.

“Mmmm. Melissa. Are you going to start talking dirty to me?”

She threw her head back laughing, riding me like she's
possessed. She was saying things I couldn't imagine her ever saying. I flipped
her onto her back, pinned her hands above her head, put one of her legs on my
shoulder and slammed into her, screaming her name as her walls pulled me in
deeper, contracting around my cock. I was coming so hard.

Once our breathing was back to normal, I picked her up and
carried her to my bed.

“Bébé, you’re so hot. I love having you in my bed.”

Melissa kissed me softly on the mouth and snuggled on my
chest. I can't believe how I feel about her. I'd never felt this way. Not ever.

THE NEXT MORNING as usual Evan was
already up. Wanting to look my best before I see him, I wandered into the
bathroom and pinned my hair up. Filling the bathtub, adding some aromatique
bath salts, I slipped into to the warm water and felt goddess-like. Let the
games begin. Time to entice Mr. Supermodel. Once bathed, shaved everywhere and
towel dried, I slathered lotion all over my body. Dabbing parfum on the back of
my neck, extending my eyelashes with a little mascara, glossing my puffy lips
with a luscious ripe shade of red, I felt like a minx ready to pounce. I
brought the sexiest work clothes I had. I dressed in a fitted, grey pencil
skirt, dark tights, pump heels and a white lace push-up bra with my hair in a
messy bun.

I walked out to the living room carrying my white
button-down blouse in my hand; I draped it over the back of a chair. Evan
looked delectable sitting on the couch scrolling through emails on his tablet.
He was wearing a tight, midnight blue, long sleeve t-shirt, low-slung faded
blue jeans with bare feet. His hair was tousled; a few loose long, wavy strands
resting on his forehead. His facial stubble was rather long and a bit scruffy
and his looked screamed sexy. I had yet to see him look undesirable.

When he looked up in my direction, his mouth dropped open.
“You look like a naughty librarian, bébé.  Please tell me you will be wearing
that blouse over your bra.”

Laughing, “Of course. I just don't want to drip coffee on
it.”

With a little nervous clearing of his throat, he motioned,
“There's coffee and fruit in the kitchen.”

Knowing I had an audience I moaned dramatically then
giggled, “Mmmm. Fruit.” Looking at Evan I saw him narrow his amazing blue eyes
at me. I giggled more as I sauntered to get breakfast.

Pouring a cup of coffee, I grabbed a banana and then sat in
a chair across from Evan.

Turning back to his tablet, he informed me casually, “Hey,
bébé, I’m a little busy this morning. Is it okay that I don't ride to
work with you?”

Trying not to look or sound disappointed I answered
decidedly upbeat, “Sure!”

Then I took my time peeling the banana skin down, waiting
until I knew I'd captured Evan's attention. Slowly, I brought the banana up to
my mouth, licking my lips before gently touching just the tip of the banana to
my mouth then wrapping my lips around it. I let out a little whimper. I
looked up through my long lashes to see Evan watching me, I took a bite, closed
my eyes and a little yummy noise came from my throat. I’m going to drive you
wild these next few days. You will never want to leave me. I hope!

I took a few sips of my coffee, inhaling, “Mmmm. So good.
J'adore cafe crème.” I licked my lips.

I looked over at Evan's lap. His arousal was visible. It was
obvious my yummy noises and my display of affection to the banana had enticed
him. He was still staring at me, but not saying a word. I decided to up the
game. Turning back to the banana, I stuck it in my mouth as far as I could then
pulled it back out halfway, licking it very suggestively, and then bit off
another piece.

I thought I could hear Evan groan. I snuck another peek at
him, and sure enough he was still looking my way. I started to direct my
attention back to the banana, but stopped, tossing it on the table. Dropping to
my knees, I crawled over to him. I reached up to the top of his jeans,
unbuttoned them, and pulled the zipper down. He lifted up for me to pull his
pants down his thighs. I loved that he didn't have underwear on. So sexy. I put
my hand around his beautiful erection, wrapped my lips around it and
sucked him deep into my throat.

Evan reached down and ran his fingers through my hair,
moaning, “Melissa, bébé. You're such a naughty girl.” I looked up into his
blazing eyes. Our eyes lock as I gave him a long lick up and down his shaft and
sucked the tip of his cock. “Mmmm. That's so good, bébé.”

With him deep in my mouth, I sucked and swirled my tongue
until he exploded. I loved getting him off with my mouth. I swallowed his come
and licked him one last time then without a word, I got up, grabbed my blouse,
put it on, buttoned it up, walked over to Evan gave him a deep kiss and then
walked to the door. Turning the handle, I gave him one more look over my
shoulder and popped a piece of gum in my mouth. “See you later. Have a good
day. Hope you miss me!” I giggled strutting out the door. My ass wiggling
playfully is the last thing he sees.

As soon as I was in the car, I received a text from my man.

< I'm thinking I might give you a spanking when you get
home, dirty girl. >

< Promises! Promises! > I smiled to myself.

Once I strolled into the art department my smile evaporated
when I saw that everyone was scrambling in all directions. Apparently, the
clients who Evan recently shot a campaign ad for wanted to expand the ad with a
few other male models. Usually this is our slow time of the year when we wind
down and close for two weeks during the holidays, but these clients wanted a
test shoot before the end of the year. Our talent coordinator was frantically
trying to book three models for the shoot that had been scheduled for tomorrow.
Fortunately, whatever project Evan was working on had allowed him to be
available for the shoot. One down, three models to go.

As soon as I saw Jane, she shoved a sketch pad into my hand
and whisked me into a meeting with our whole creative team. We worked from
original storyboards and drew up new concepts for sets and props. By the time
the workday ended, my fingers were practically numb, I was exhausted, and I
could hardly wait to flop on the couch with my sexy man.

As I’m thinking about cuddling in strong arms, right on cue
I received a text.

< Hey bébé, I'm waiting for you in the lobby. >

< Be right down. Need to slip my blouse back on. >

< GIGGLE >

When I stepped off the elevator, I was so happy to see that
gorgeous face.

“We were so crazy busy today that I never had lunch. We were
frantically getting everything ready for your shoot tomorrow. So you better
feed me because I’m famished. You owe me, monsieur!”

“Oh bébé, you shouldn't go without eating. Let's get
something before we get home. Or we can get something delivered and get you
home to rest. Any other way I can repay you for all your hard work?”

“Delivery and a bubble bath sound divine. Hmm… I’m sure you
will pay me back properly. Or better yet inappropriately!”

“Works for me, bébé.” Evan nipped my bottom lip.

“How was your day?”

“Busy. I had errands to run and then I did a crazy work-out
for the shoot tomorrow.”

Evan ordered us food as we drove to his apartment.

Walking into the apartment, I headed to the bathroom to run
a bath. The food arrived, and we ate in the tub.

“I've never had dinner in a tub,” I told the naked man
eating with chopsticks across from me.

“I like it.” And with a wicked grin, he added, “It's the
perfect location for dessert too.”

THE MORNING OF the shoot, we were
both rushing to get ready to go to work. I took a little extra time with my
outfit. I selected a fitted midnight blue button down vest dress with leather
straps that crisscross in the back. I had a white blouse underneath. I left it
unbuttoned enough to see cleavage. My secret weapon for today; red push-up bra,
matching thong, thigh-high stockings with red garter belt and red high heels.

I thought Evan was going to have a heart attack when he saw
a hint of my garter straps as I slipped into the car. “Melissa, what the hell
do you have on?”

“Stockings,” I stated innocently. Smiling into his gorgeous
face. Staring straight into his now darkened blue eyes. I receive a wicked look
with a raised eyebrow.

We rode up the elevator to the same floor as the art
department and studios were close together. We didn't say a word to each other
and went our separate ways when the elevator opened. I knew from previous photo
shoots, Evan was very serious. I respected that and treated him as I would on
any other shoot.

“Hey Jane. Are you ready to drool today?” I laughed.

“Are you kidding? Four hot guys scantily clad who I
must stare at all day? I'm so ready!”

Jane always made me laugh. She talked trash to me, but once
she was in front of clients or talent she was extremely professional.

“I need coffee. No time to grab a cup at home.”

“Well, grab it and let's get going. Lots of tension on the
set today. By the way, I noticed you've been dressing a little different
lately. You look H-O-T!”

If you only knew what I'd been up to, I smiled to myself.

“Like you’re one to talk.” I pointed to Jane wearing a very
tight, just above the knee, black long sleeved, jersey dress with white cuffs
and a plunging neckline, showing off her cleavage. “Every outfit you wear
screams S-E-X!” I retorted and then changed the subject, wanting to move away
from anything having to do with sex. “Why do I need to rush?”

“They want us hands on today. I'm hoping they mean it
literally!” Jane laughed hysterically, wiggling her eyebrows and winking at me.

“I thought this wasn't the actual shoot. I was under the
impression they would just be doing some test shots.”

“They want to work on several ideas. This will be an all day
pre-shoot. Decisions for the actual shoot will be determined by the client from
today’s photographs.”

“Well then, I’m going to need an abundance of coffee.”

I grabbed my coffee, and we walked into the studio with
sketch pads, layout boards and client notes. We went over everything with the
director, lighting, set designers and camera crew. Jane wandered over to hair,
makeup and wardrobe, checking in with everyone. I knew she was thrilled to have
her hand in working with the models and their preparation.

I was busy with the setting when the models came in. I
wasn’t sure how I was going to handle working with Evan. I'd obviously worked
around him in the past, but I wasn't having sex with him then.

I could feel eyes on me. I could feel the hair on the back
of my neck raise up and my nipples harden as I smelled him close to me. My
breathing became irregular. I wanted to grab him, pull him to the nearest
storage closet, mount his cock and ride him. I moaned softly as I imagined him
inside me.

“Melissa. Melissa. Hello Melissa.” My fantasy ended quickly
when I heard Jane calling me.

I took a couple of deep breaths, ran my hands through my
hair and composed myself. “Sorry Jane, I was… what do you need?”

“Will you get the sketches from the last shoot, girlfriend?
We need to do some match up.”

“Yes, of course.” I replied, briskly walking out of the
studio. I was quite happy to get away. As I was walking, I heard an unfamiliar
voice say “nice ass.” I shook my head, laughed and continued to my office.

For my lunch, I grabbed a salad and water from the caterer’s
spread, and headed to my office to eat. Jane was off with the models making
sure that they had everything they needed for lunch.

She was also making sure that there was an area for them to
do sit-ups, push-ups and weight lifting; all necessary to pump up their muscles
up for the perfect shot. None of these things were in her job description, but
we were all multi-tasking today. Jane was thrilled when she had the opportunity
to work on all elements of the shoots. She was happiest when she was working on
the production end of things rather than the storyboard production alone.
Jane's true passion was working in film. She loved when she got to work on
videos and commercials. I was sure one day she would leave me for the film
industry; she was just waiting for the right opportunity. Today she was happy
to work with the male models that were on the shoot as she has her eye on one
of them. Thankfully it wasn’t Evan.