A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (8 page)

Just as I was finishing up my lunch, Jane walked in with her
lunch and sat down across from me. She had a strange look on her face.

“What's wrong Jane? Is there a problem?” I asked
apprehensively, not sure I wanted to know what was bothering her.

“Yeah, my best friend Melissa is a bitch!” Jane announced.
She folded her arm across her chest and tapped one sexy high-heeled toe on the
floor. Her gaze bore into me as she awaited my answer.

Caught off guard and completely stunned, I asked, “What?
What did I do?”

Still standing in her stern pose, she answered, “It's not
what you did. It’s what you didn't do. Like how you didn't tell me you were
hitting the sheets with Evan Duke.”

I spit a mouthful of water across my desk. “What?” I
stammered as a deep blush colours my cheeks.

With hands on her hips and in the same accusatory tone Jane
continued on, “Oh, don't play that innocent shit with me. Evan was letting the
other models know that you belong to him.”

“What?” Placing my face in my hands, I shook my head in
disbelief. This was not how I wanted Jane to find out.

Jane sat down across from me, face to face. “Apparently, one
of the models said he would love to fuck your tits. Evan told him that would
never happen.”

“What?” I shook my head again. This was not good.

Leaning forward with her elbow on my desk and her chin
resting on the back on her hand, she waited for details, imploring me to
answer, “Will you stop saying 'what' and spill the beans?”

In an attempt to prolong the inevitable conversation I asked
about the little confrontation between Evan and the other model. “Is everything
okay with between them now?”

“Yeah. The guy said, 'cool, you're a lucky dude!' But, I
don't care about them! Well, except for the one I will be having a drink with
tonight. I care about you! So tell me your story and don't leave out any of the
'good' parts.”

“We don't have much time for all the details, but I'll give
you a quick run down.”

Still blushing and stammering a bit I told Jane the basics
and a few good, juicy details.

Jane’s mouth hung open in astonishment. “Oh my gawd,
Melissa, I can't believe you could hold that in. If I fucked him, I would be
shouting details to anyone that would listen to me. He is hot hot hot!”

Laughing, “I'm sure you would. I was a bit leery about
telling you about Evan until I was sure it wasn't a one night stand. Well, you
know after enough champagne I would have told you about the one night stand,
too.”

Jane put her hands to her heart and laughed, “It sounds as
if I’ve rubbed off on you, girlfriend. You’ve done me proud!”

“You’re terrible, let’s get back to work. Story time is
over,” I said pushing her out of our office toward the studio.

Back in the studio, the models were laughing and joking with
each other waiting for direction. My heart raced a bit when a certain gorgeous
model gave me a wickedly yummy grin. I smiled and turn away, focusing on my
storyboards. Within minutes, everyone returned to the studio, and the energy
was up. Film began to roll, and the action was non-stop until the photographer
was satisfied.

As the day was drawing to a close, I headed back to my
office to finish up some last minute sketches. Evan quietly slipped in, walking
up behind me, whispering in my ear. “Now it's you and me time. I don't have to
concentrate on not having a hard-on every time I see you walk into the studio.

I laughed and whispered back. “Mmmm. I had to have a talk
with my nipples today every time I was near you.”

He gave my ear a quick nip, “I wish this was one of your
beautiful nipples. I can’t wait to make you come repeatedly.”

I bit my lip and moaned, “Mmmm. I will hold you to that
promise.”

“Let's go home, bébé, I need you wrapped around me,” he said
with his wicked grin.

“I want to touch you so badly, I don't think we will make it
home before I jump you,” I said flashing him a sexy innocent smile and then
hurried to get my things together.

While I grabbed my purse and coat, I noticed Evan looking at
the sketches I had done of him that were scattered across my desk. He seemed
interested, but he didn't ask me about them. We walked to the elevator
together, again, not speaking to each other. We kept up our professional facade
but as soon as we were in the car, Evan raised the glass to give us privacy.
I'm sure Charles knew what we’re up to, but I didn't care.

Evan undid his pants. I pulled my dress up around my waist,
showing off my garters. I heard a big growl as I straddled him, and instead of
pushing my panties to the side and entering me, Evan ripped my panties right
off, pushed them into his pocket and impaled me. We were both so worked up
thrusting at each other that we were climaxing in record time. Evan's mouth was
on mine stifling our cries of ecstasy.

While I was still straddling Evan, he nibbled my neck and
whispered, “Dinner, mademoiselle?'

His voice was so sexy even the simplest words made me moan,
“Oui. I'm starving now. Let’s go some place yummy and dark since you destroyed
my panties.” He winked at me.

I giggled and squirmed on his lap, and he growled, “Mmmm.”
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, drawing me closer, deepening
our kissing, “I like that I'll have better access to you under the table.”

“Oh my naughty, sexy man…”

IT'S THURSDAY.  Tonight is our last
night together, and I was thinking I better make it a good one. Evan took me to
work, and I dressed in my naughtiest outfit yet; fishnet stockings with the
seam up the back, a black pencil skirt with a high side slit, probably not
appropriate for the office, but what the hell, I was feeling bold. On top, I
wore a tight black cashmere sweater with a plunging neckline. A leopard print
push-up bra and matching thong rounded out my outfit. Yes, he caught a glimpse
of my intimate apparel as I finished getting ready.

“If you would've put that outfit on yesterday for the
fashion shoot, I would've made you change. I might not have been able to stop
those guys from climbing all over you,” he said with a raised eyebrow.

“You're so funny,” I giggled. Rising up, I placed a little
kiss on his cheek and added, “It's just an outfit.” I giggled again and turned
around to the bathroom mirror and applied some lip gloss to kiss-swollen lips.

Evan quickly moved up behind me, bending me over the grey
concrete counter and in one swift move he lifted my skirt, pulled my leopard
thong to the side and thrust deep inside of me. Moaning, I lowered my head,
closing my eyes and he gruffly commanded, “Open your eyes, bébé; I want you to
watch me fuck you.”

My picked my head up, and my eyes met his in the large
beveled mirror. I was watching his gorgeous face as he slammed into me over and
over in a claiming fashion. The look was intense, serious as he leaned over me
with our eyes still connected and he bit me hard on the shoulder, leaving a
mark. In a moaning voice, I screamed his name.

Reaching around me between my legs, he pinched and rubbed my
clit telling me to come. I was panting wildly, contracting my muscles around
his huge, hard cock. As Evan came inside of me he growled, “You’re mine, bébé.
I don't want anyone touching you or even thinking about touching you.”

I loved what he just said, I'm his. Oui, I am his… I’m his…
and without warning my thoughts shifted and it hit me. I’m only his until
tomorrow, and then I will be kicked to the curb for “Isabelle.” No, stop, I
whispered to myself, and I pushed that thought from my mind as quickly as it
arrived.

I assured him that he had nothing to worry about, “The only
one that will see me today is Jane. I don't think she has any interest in moi.”
Easing out of me, Evan kissed my back and instructed me, “Just to be safe, keep
your coat on all day and then I will feel better.” I laughed at that request as
I readjusted my panties and skirt.

As Evan zipped up his pants, he told me, “Let’s get going. I
have to be on site today. I’ll pick you up after work and take you some place
special for dinner before I get you home and take you every which way.” He gave
me a wicked grin and spanked me on the ass.

“Haven’t you already done that, monsieur?”

“I’m only getting started, bébé.” He pulled me in for a deep
sexy kiss before we headed down to Charles and the waiting car.

We arrived at my stop. I climbed out of the car and then
leaned back in to give Evan a passionate kiss before I wandered off. I put a
little wiggle in my walk on my way to the building. I knew he was watching
because I immediately receive text.

< Looking for a good spanking, bébé? >

I laughed and kept walking.

The day flew by uneventfully. Evan texted me a couple of
times to let me know he was really busy and would text me at the end of the
day. As the workday wrapped up, I was looking forward to tonight and to making
every moment count.

During my lunch hour, I popped into a lingerie boutique to
purchase a little something for our sexy time. Mmmm, my last night in those
strong arms and I couldn't wait to see him. Taking my hair down, I added some
mascara and lipstick before spraying some parfum on the back of my neck.

“Getting ready for lover boy?” Jane teased me.

“Yes, I'm going to give him a night to remember.” I was
suddenly giddy with anticipation, and then my bubble was burst when I received
a text from Evan.

< Hey bébé. I can't pick you up tonight. Need to meet
with someone. Not sure when I'll be home. >

My mood took an immediate dive. Thinking why prolong the
inevitable, I sent him a text. There was no need to be alone at his apartment.

< Ok, I'll just head back to my apartment tonight. >

I received an immediate text back. < NO. I want you in my
bed tonight. >

Well, I was not going to sit in his apartment waiting all
night. I decided to ask my “fun” friend to be my partner in crime. “Jane, let's
go out and get drunk tonight. My treat. Unlimited champagne.”

She could see I was upset and didn't question me. “You don't
have to twist my arm. I'm in, girlfriend!”

I texted Evan back with my plan. < Going out with Jane.
>

Another immediate text popped up. < Charles will take you
wherever you want to go. >

I turned to Jane showing her the text, “Good news, we have a
driver.”

That perked Jane right up, “Woo hoo! Let's leave now! I feel
like getting tipsy!”

I texted Evan back. < Can you have Charles come for us
now?  Or we can pop in a taxi. >

He responded quickly. < Charles will be there in five
minutes. Have a good time bébé. >

I was suddenly extremely annoyed and ready to get into some
trouble with Jane. < Oh. Don't worry. I will. >

< Be careful, bébé. > I decided not to respond to his
last text.

Jane and I headed out the door to our waiting car and I
greeted Charles with “Bonsoir,” giving him the address to a French bistro in
the East Village. Lucien was a quaint restaurant I had wanted to try, and there
was nothing like a French dinner to cheer me up. Seated comfortably by the
front window, the cork of our first bottle of champagne was popped. I love that
my dear friend knew something was definitely wrong, and instead of asking me a
million questions, she set about making me forget my woes. She’s known me long
enough to know that I would tell all when I was ready. In the mean time,
getting champagne-happy was the first thing on our agenda.

“What are we toasting to, mon amie?” I asked Jane.

To which Jane exclaimed, “To great sex!”

“I'll drink to that!” I said, clinking my glass to hers,
“Cheers!”

We laughed while dining on filet mignon smothered with bleu
cheese and pomme frites between sips of bubbly. My friend had fabulous stories
to tell, she was so animated. I was not sure she was a behind the scenes girl,
I could see her in front of the camera, but she insisted no way. The company,
along with the food at Lucien, proved to be as good as I anticipated, however,
it was a romantic place, and I was thinking how I would love to share a crème
brûlée with a certain handsome, blue-eyed man. We were having such a great
time. I was not ready to go home yet, and since I hadn't heard from Evan I
asked, “Jane, what do you think about hitting a nightclub and dancing off our
dinner?”

“I like this Melissa tonight!” Jane answered giving me a
high five. “Let's get our dance on, baby girl!” I laughed when she called me
that.

We were still laughing as Charles helped us into the car. He
looked quite serious, and I was almost afraid to tell him where to take us.
“Charles, we want to go to a nightclub.”

He responded very matter of fact, “Yes, Ms. Bennette.”
However, before he pulled away from the curb, I noticed he texted someone. I
wondered if we are ruining his evening. Oh well, I didn't plan to go home and
wait for Evan like some subservient pathetic girl. I was just about to tell
Charles that we can take a cab when he announced, “I have just the spot for you
girls.”

We pulled up in front of The Standard Hotel. We hurriedly
said our goodbyes to Charles then stepped out onto the sidewalk where a long
queue to get into The Boom Boom Room, the club on the hotel's eighteenth floor,
had already formed. Just as we are about to head to the end of the line, a
bouncer walked over and escorted us past the line and into the lobby. With a bit
of a slur, Jane said, “This night just keeps getting better!”

We took the elevator up to the loud crowded club. As I felt
the beat of the music, I knew this was exactly what I needed. Jane and I headed
right out to the dance floor. The music was wild, and we were shaking our asses
all over the floor. After a few songs, we headed over to the ornate bar that
curved around a massive art nouveau installation that looks like a massive
explosion of gold and glass. A young hot bartender leaned across the bar to us
and asked with a wink, “What can I get you pretty girls?”

Jane gave him a big, sexy smile, and I yelled in her ear,
“What do you say another bottle of champagne?”

She turned her attention away from dreamy bartender and gave
me a thumbs-up and yelled, “Bring it on!”

I laughed and point to the drink menu and selected a bottle
to order, “Give us bottle of Cristal champagne and two glasses, please.”

“Let me get you a table, and I'll have it brought over to
you,” he said and then said something into his headset.

Promptly, another man approached us and showed us to a table
with a large couch. There were floor to ceiling windows that gave way to a
spectacular view of uptown New York and the East River. The lights of the city
were truly breathtaking and once again my heart ached to share this with Evan.
Moments later, our champagne was delivered, and the first glasses poured. Jane
and I lifted our flutes and laughed as we toast to good friends.

After a couple glasses of bubbly, I was feeling even more
melancholy. Suddenly, Jane grabbed my hand and hoisted me to my feet insisting
we dance. Could she see my eyes filling with tears through the strobe lighting
that flashed, painting the room a brilliant shade of pink? Whatever the reason,
the distraction of music and dancing was a welcome respite. My smile returned
once we were back on the dance floor. The club was decorated with enormous
round mirrored Christmas ornaments that cascaded from the ceiling. The DJ was
spinning techno-Christmas music, and Jane was trying to show me the latest
dance moves. All of this made me laugh. She kept me on the dance floor for what
felt like hours and finally I begged her to let me rehydrate with some
champagne.

We returned to our table to find our bottle of champagne was
empty, so we signal for our person. “Someone drank all the champagne! I think
we will require another bottle.” The server looked at me and chuckled. I
continued, “Yes, I know I'm going to feel terrible in the morning if I drink
more, but who cares. Besides, I'm getting dumped tomorrow so please bring
another, please.” Quietly he started speaking in his headset as he walked away.

Jane tugged on my arm, asking me, “Melissa what do you mean
you're ‘getting dumped tomorrow’?”

Suddenly, I realized I was really drunk. Before I knew it, I
was jabbering away although, at one point, I wasn’t sure Jane understood me
because she gave me a funny look. After what felt like forever, our waiter came
back with two designer bottles of water. He looked intently at us as he again
spoke into his headset.

“What the fuck? We ordered champagne.” I covered my mouth
shocked by my own words. I couldn't believe that came out of me. I was usually
not so rude.

He replied politely, “We're working on it, miss. Sit tight.”
He hurried away avoiding any further discussion.

“Jane, I think they're cutting us off. Tell them… tell them
we did not drink that last bottle.” I pleaded with her.

“Oh Melissa, don’t worry about it,” Jane slurred slightly.
“Let’s go dance, and if it's not here when we come back, fuck them. We'll find
another place. Come on, girlfriend,” she said pulling me to the dance floor
once more.

We were dancing wildly and laughing as I tried to match her
moves. The next thing I knew, Jane's latest hot model was wrapped around her.
Not wanting to be a third wheel, I started to walk off the dance floor, but
Jane hung onto me until her man locked her into a hot and sexy kiss. Her grasp
on me lessened, and I was being pushed through the crowd by the other dancers.
As I was trying to get back to our table strong hands gripped my hips. I
attempted to slap them away, but they had a firm hold on me. My breathing
became erratic, and I was starting to panic when I heard a familiar voice in my
ear. “I've got you, bébé. Dance with me.”

I turned around to see Evan looking gorgeous in a pair of
black slack, a crisp dress shirt and waistcoat. He was so dapper and I was so
happy to see him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled his lips to mine.
He pulled me tighter to him and I pushed my hips into his hard cock. He danced
with me, swaying me to the music, grinding against me. I melt into him, loving
the meshing of our bodies. After a few songs, he maneuvered me in front of him
and guided us off the dance floor toward our table. “Let's go home bébé,” Evan
growled as he runs his hands up and down my hips. I could feel his hard cock
pressing against my ass.