Sheikh's Untouched Woman (5 page)

“Oh… umm... Thank you.” Monica blushed a shade of scarlet as she looked around the floor, not recognizing the floor as the lobby. “Where are we? I was trying to get to the lounge for a nightcap, I’ve had a very long drive.”

“This is the penthouse.” The elevator doors started closing behind her and the man held his arm out to stop the doors from shutting. “The lounge is down on the first floor, but if you’d like, I have a full service bar here. If you’d like company with your nightcap.”

Monica looked at this mysterious man and wondered what she had to lose accepting his offer. She was already here, and she’d never been in a penthouse before. He was also very attractive, and she could use a bit of conversation to help wind her mind down. “Umm, OK. Sure, why not?”

“Wonderful.” The man removed his arm from the elevator door, allowing them to close shut behind her. “Right this way Miss.” The man offered her his elbow in a very distinguished manner of a gentleman. Monica looked at it for a second and then thought it would be rude not to accept it, so she lightly put her hands on his elbow and let him lead her into the penthouse.

They turned out of the hallway and into an expansive room that had a full bar, a beautiful view with big windows, a piano, and a lounge area with big, comfortable looking leather chairs and couches, with marble coffee tables and side tables.

“Oh, wow!” Monica said as she looked around the room.

“It’s nice but it’s nothing special, what are you drinking?” The man asked as he lead her over to the bar, dropping his elbow so she let go of it and he walked around the bar to service the drinks.

“Well, I have never been in a penthouse before, this looks pretty impressive to me!” Monica laughed and leaned against the bar. “I don’t know, I don’t drink much, what are you having?”

“How about a nice glass of Champagne?” The man smiled at her.

“Sure, that would be lovely!”

The man popped open a bottle of champagne and poured two flutes of the sparkling golden liquid. Monica watched as the bubbles slowly dissipated from the top of the glass. He walked around the side of the bar and handed one to her.

“So, may I have the pleasure of knowing the name of the beautiful young woman who spilled out of the elevator and right into my penthouse?”

“Monica, my name is Monica. And you?”

“Christopher Hardy. A toast to fate.” Christopher raised his flute of champagne up to Monica’s and they clinked their glasses together.

Monica took a sip of her champagne and wondered why that name sounded so familiar. Christopher started walking over to the lounge chairs and settled himself into one of the supple leather seat, crossing his legs and enjoying a sip from his champagne flute.

“What are you doing here in Texas Monica?” He smiled at her as she settled herself into a chair opposite him.

“I’m just passing through actually, I’m on my way to LA.” Monica felt the buttery smoothness of the champagne and realized that she loved champagne, this one tasted absolutely delicious, the soft bubbles melting her taste buds as she enjoyed another sip. She had had sparkling wine before with her friends, but it had never tasted anything like this. It was always bitter, acidic and dry. This must be a very expensive champagne.

“LA? From where did you come from then?” He was watching her intently.

“I just left my parents house in Georgia, I’m making the drive to go stay with my friend for awhile in LA. She’s an actress.” Monica felt a little shy with the way he was watching her.

“Any big plans for when you get to LA? Aside from visiting your friend?” Christopher took another sip of his champagne, his eyes not leaving Monica’s.

“Well… actually… I want to be a writer. My friend convinced me to drive out there and I brought my scripts with me, she thinks maybe I have a chance of selling one to a production company of something.” Monica suddenly felt very shy, she never really talked to people about her dreams or desires, and this man was a complete stranger.

“A writer? Well, you are talking to the right person Monica! I’m a writer myself in fact.” Christopher raised his glass to her. “To you and your future as a writer.”

Monica raised her glass and smiled the Christopher as she blushed.

“Oh wait… Christopher Hardy? Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Your name, it’s on the display downstairs in the lobby. I can’t believe I didn’t realize…” Monica was a deep shade of scarlet now, embarrassed that she was in the penthouse of a world famous author and business man and had no idea who he was, the man was worth billions of dollars and here she was, just sitting and having a chat with him in his penthouse. Unbelievable… she thought in awe of her dumb luck.

“That’s quite alright, it’s actually very refreshing having someone not recognize me. That’s actually part of the reason I invited you up here, I realized you didn’t know who I was when you didn’t try to jump me in the elevator. There are a lot of crazy woman who come to these events thinking that they can persuade me to marry them or something ridiculous. I blame the tabloids, if they would just stop printing that I am the most eligible bachelor, then maybe these crazy women would back off!” Christopher laughed and then continued, “The other reason that I invited you up is because I was absolutely struck by your beauty.”

Monica blushed and took a sip of her champagne to clear her throat because she was at a loss for words. Finally when she swallowed the sip, she managed to put some words together, “Thank you Christopher, I just feel kind of silly for not knowing who you were…”

“Trust me, it’s more flattering to not be recognized by someone as beautiful and intelligent as you, than to be bombarded by a crowd of money hungry fans.”

“I suppose you’re right, I can’t imagine what that would feel like…” Monica shook her head, wondering what her day to day life would be like if everyone knew her name and wanted something from her. She didn’t think she could handle the pressure or stress of it all.

“Hopefully one day you have the same kind of crazed fans from your writing!” Christopher laughed and shifted his body, uncrossing his legs and re-crossing them in the other direction.

“Oh, I doubt it… I don’t think I’ll actually be able to sell anything…” Monica looked down at the ground, full of self doubt now that she knew she was sitting with a famous author.

“Never say never my dear Monica.” Christopher got up and headed over to the bar, taking the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket where it was chilling, and walked back over to the lounge area. He came over and stood in front of Monica’s chair, she held out her flute for him to pour and as he was pouring the golden fluid into her cup he spoke.

“I have a proposition for you.” He finished filling up her champagne glass and then filled his own, returning the champagne bottle back to it’s ice bucket.

“A proposition?” Monica looked at him with curiosity.

“Yes.” Christopher sat back down in his leather chair and took a sip from his flute, looking at her in the eyes. “I would like to help you get your scripts published and sold. I have connections in the film industry and I would be able to make magic happen for you Monica.”

“Really? Why would you want to do that?” Monica was shocked.

“Because I think you are incredibly beautiful and sweet and innocent Monica, and because I want you.” Christopher was looking at her with husky eyes full of desire.

Monica swallowed and blushed red. “You want me?”

“Yes, I want you. I would propose that we spend the evening together, here. Then when you arrive in LA, I would ask you to come to my home in the Hollywood Hills to spend some time with me there where we would discuss your scripts and go over them together. After that, I will take your scripts to my contacts at Universal Studios and give them a choice of the ones you have finished and ready to go. I can guarantee you that they will pick one and offer you a contract and a price to buy the script. I will get you top dollar for it, let’s say in the ballpark of $500,000.00. Not to mention, you will become an accredited writer overnight, having your first ever script go straight to the big screen.” Christopher paused, assessing Monica’s reaction. “What do you think my dear?”

“That sounds too good to be true…” Monica was amazed at what he was offering her, but she was concerned about what he meant about them spending time together. “What would I have to do for you?” Monica was unable to meet his eyes when she asked the question.

“You would have to give yourself to me, sexually. I want to have you Monica. Tonight.” Christopher’s voice was full of sex appeal and lust as he said the words.

“Tonight..?” Monica took a deep breath and raised her gaze so that she was looking into his eyes. “And you will sell my script for $500,000.00? Just for one night with me?”

“Yes.” Christopher’s eyes didn’t falter from their connection with hers.

“OK. I’ll do it.” Monica had no idea where her sudden bravery and confidence was coming from. She felt like another person, in a fantasy world. This didn’t seem real.

“Good. Come with me Monica.” Christopher set his flute down on the coffee table and took hers from her hand, setting it down beside his and taking her hand in his. He led her down another hallway and into a room with an incredibly big four post king sized bed that had an impressive canopy of rich gold fabric hanging down around it.

Monica allowed herself to be led over to the bed and she stood before it as Christopher released her hand.

“I want you to want this. Do you want this?” Christopher placed his hands gently on each of her arms, leaning in close and breathing lightly on her neck, making her skin come alive with the heat of his breath.

“Yes. I want this.” Monica whispered back, knowing that she did want this. He was so handsome and had such an intoxicating sex appeal, she wanted him and she wanted him now.

“Good.” Christopher reached around her and slowly held the back of her neck, tilting her head to the side and kissing the soft curve of her neck softly, his warm breath and soft lips making her entire body come alive with the sensation. It had been a long time since she’d been intimate with someone and her body was aching for his touch on her skin.

Christopher stopped kissing her neck and grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her deeply and passionately. His expert tongue was driving her wild, his kiss was everything she wanted at this exact moment, it was sensual in every way. He ran his hands up behind her head and twisted her hair in his hands, pulling her head back and bringing her face up to his, making the kiss more intense.

She reached up and started running her hands across his body, he was very fit and she could feel his chest and abs through his well fitted suit. She began undoing the buttons of his suit, and loosening his tie from around his neck as he kissed her again and again. Suddenly his hands were on her breast, rubbing them through her blouse, she could feel her nipples instantly become hard as they awakened under his touch. He undid her blouse buttons and pulled her silk blouse back and over her shoulders, exposing her breast in her lace black bra. He let her blouse slip off her shoulders and down her arms, falling lightly to the ground.

Christopher broke the kiss and leaned down on her chest, pulling her bra down from her breast, exposing them to the room. He gently blew on each of her nipples, making them turn even harder. Then he began teasing them with his tongue, darting around the hard tip of her nipples and suckling gently. Monica moaned from the pleasure of it, feeling herself getting wet from the excitement. Christopher took her bra off completely and threw it aside. He used one hand to twist and play with one nipple as he used his tongue to play deliciously with the other, switching back and forth until Monica could feel her wetness soaking through her panties.

“Take off your jeans and lay down on the bed.” Christopher said as he stopped playing with her nipples and began to undress himself, leaving only his boxer briefs on as he lay his suit over the back of a chair.

Monica followed his instruction and undressed what clothes were left on her body. She tossed her jeans aside and lay down on the bed, enjoying the feel of the satin sheets on her naked skin. Everything about this night was unexpected and erotic and Monica was enjoying every second of it.

Christopher knelt down beside the bed and asked her to move her ass closer to the edge of the bed. Monica shuffled down to where he was kneeling. Christopher placed his hands on her legs and spread her legs open, and lowered his face down to her wetness. Monica closed her eyes and allowed him to take her away to another world with the movements of his tongue. He was incredibly talented, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm as he played with her clit and slipped a finger in, stimulating her g-spot until she came again and again. Monica was coming undone over and over, her whole body was tingling with adrenaline and ecstasy. She wasn’t even able to think anymore as she felt Christopher climbing on top of her, sliding her body up further onto the big bed.

“You are dripping wet Monica, I can’t wait to feel you.” Christopher whispered into her ear and nibbled her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

“Yes please, I want to feel you inside me Christopher!” Monica exclaimed in response, she was so thoroughly aroused, she wanted more, she never wanted this feeling to end.