Champagne Showers (12 page)

“Oh, thank you, Ms. Eleanor.” I didn’t expect Eleanor to be an older woman. She sounded like she could be in her late 60’s calling me dear and all. Well I’m glad it isn’t some gorgeous hotty toddy cooking us breakfast and arranging my waxing appointment!

The phone clicks off. Oh, my. Did I just hear what I think I heard? Towers doesn’t seem to have brought anyone to his New York home for a while. Why would she say something like that to me if he had? Okay, this is just confusing to digest for a small town girl. I think a good steam could do some good right about now.

I head back to Towers’ apartment around 5:00 PM.  Freshly waxed, all smooth and feeling sexy. Still no text from Harrison. Hmmm.  Well, I think I’ll take a long bath and have a glass of that Don that is chilling in the fridge.

I enter the apartment and all is still and quiet. Harrison hasn’t made it back from his meetings. Good, this gives me time to freshen up before our night out. The kitchen has been cleaned, and all the dishes on the terrace have been cleared. Eleanor must have come back to pick up. On the counter is the chilled bottle of Don in an ice bucket, champagne glass and a fruit and cheese plate. This is just what I need right now, a little champagne and a snack to pump me up for another wonderful evening on the town.

I pour the Don all the way to the rim of the glass and head back to the master. The bathroom is lavished with plush towels, luxurious bath products and quite a few candles surrounding the tub, none of which have been lit before. I open the drawer in the double vanity and find a washrag, bath gel and matches with the name River Cafe on them. The pack is brand new as well. I light each and every candle in the bathroom, draw the bath hot and pour in a good amount of body wash to create some bubbles to soak in. I slip out of my dress, grab my champagne on the vanity and slide in. The jetted tub is huge, plenty of room to lie out completely. The warmth of the water against my freshly waxed skin feels amazing and naughty at the same time. I had always shaved before, but for some reason Towers has sparked this sex goddess in me and I needed to feel the part. There is a remote control attached to the side of the tub. I grab it and press play. The surround sound instantly turns on and something seductive and relaxing plays out of the speakers in the ceiling. I have no idea where the main control unit is, and I don’t care. Anything to take my mind away is good right now.

I down my champagne and start to move my hands up and down my body. The warmth of the water hits my “P” as I spread my legs and makes my body needy and wanting to cum again. I take two fingers and start playing with my clit, drawing small circles at the tip then taking my middle finger and rubbing in the middle  as I throw back my head and savor the fact that I am going to make myself cum in Harrison’s bath tub. My breathing starts to quicken as I prepare my body to climax around my fingers.

“Don’t you think I should be the one to finish you off, Ms. Austen?”

There he is, standing in the middle of the bathroom, staring at me with those intense blue eyes as he loosens his tie. I continue to rub my clit as our eyes stayed locked.

In a matter of seconds, his clothes are on the floor and his cock is hard. Those abs, god those luscious chiseled abs and arms are enough to make me cum right now.

He climbs into the bathtub but sits on the opposite side of me. He puts each one of his long legs on either side of my hips. I keep pleasuring myself as our gazes remain locked on one another. I can tell he is stroking his cock under the water as well. He starts massaging the middle of my left foot at the pressure point as I rub my swollen clit and I feel that it will make me cum at any second.

“Shit, god that feels too damn good,” I say softly while my muscles tense up and I moan loud so that it echoes against the bathroom tiles.

“Don’t cum Danielle. I don’t want you to cum yet.”

I stop rubbing my clit and push myself onto my knees, exposing my hard nipples. I push his legs together and bring both hands up to cup my breasts while I straddle my “P” over his knees. I start to slowly rub my smooth “P” back and forth over his knees. Teasing him like he teased me this morning. He groans loudly and continues to stroke his cock.

I climb up higher onto him and straddle his hips, positioning my “P” so it rubs on the base of his cock as I slide up and down its hard length. I lean over and whisper in his ear, “I want your cock to fill every inch of me. Fill me up, Harrison, fill me up with your hard cock.”

With that, he grabs the back of my head and pushes me into his soft firm lips and starts to kiss me violently. His tongue craves mine and his erection grows thicker and harder. I take his cock in my hand and start to stroke it as he grabs my breasts, squeezing hard and gripping my erect nipples so that he can roll them between his fingers. I take his cock in my hand and pull away from his lips. I straighten up on top of him, arch my back and insert the head of his cock into my “P” ever so slightly. I rub the head of his cock on my swollen lips, teasing him now. I can tell that he is not used to not being in control. He thrusts his hips up to push himself into me as he growls. I pull back and take each of his hands and place them on the grooves in the tub. Holding his wrist down firmly with my hands, I push his cock deeper into me, then pull out, teasing every vein in his hard cock.

“Shhhh,” I whisper in his ear. “I’m going to make your cock cum all over my “P” so fucking hard. Let me fuck you, let me fuck you just like this, Mr. Towers.”

That sends him over the top and he breaks away from my hold and grabs my ass so hard while he plunges his cock so deep inside me. I’m on top, and I’m in control. I start to move my hips in circles, his cock hitting every angle deep inside me. My body moves up and down his hard cock as I lean into him with my hands on his shoulders. The hunger for another orgasm increases inside me. My “P” starts to pulsate out of control and his cock gets warm and fills me up. He thrusts harder, meeting my “P” as I’m on the verge of cumming. He groans loud, “Fuck, cum for me, Danielle, cum all over my cock.”

Those very words send me into a violent full body orgasm and the tightening of my orgasm makes Harrison climax and fill me up at the same time. His body shudders and his groan is loud and primal. I shove my hands through his hair, bringing his body up to my chest as he starts kissing my neck, while his cock still throbs inside me. “You won’t say no, Danielle,” he whispers as he licks the outside of my neck and pulls me into his hard body.

On second glance around, I change my original assessment of my work here, I didn’t do a good job, I did a fabulous job. I am genius, hear me roar! I decide to let everyone else go home and do the finishing touches myself. The grand opening ceremony is tomorrow morning and I need to make sure everything is perfect.  Harrison will be very pleased, I’m sure.  I’ve been frantically working my team overtime to assure that when Harrison returns from Montreal his Pied-à-terre would be complete and ready for him to occupy. All three of the lobbies will be ready for the opening as well.

It has been a challenging task and in all reality, the scope of work that the project required should have been a minimum of ten-twelve weeks’ time frame. I have accomplished this project in just over four weeks.  I managed to get my hands on a furniture closeout on the lounges I used in the lobbies. I found a locally run furniture store that carries high-end furnishings and procured all of the side and occasional tables.

The lighting wasn’t difficult, as my uncle owns a lighting store in Seattle. Actually, when I think about it, the biggest trick was the water feature. I had to find something that could be made in a matter of weeks and then have it installed. Luckily, with the crummy economy, I found an artisan in the Southern part of the state who was eager to make the four water features, which included the one for the penthouse. Each one is a bit different, but they are all freestanding twelve-foot long glass walls with water cascading down the sheet of glass to a polished stainless steel catch basin. The one in Harrison’s penthouse is straight ahead right as you get off the elevator. It adds an element of drama in the elevator foyer. In the penthouse, the glass wall is in ripples that mimic the movement of waves in water. The one in the Columbia Tower lobby has metal cutouts of salmon seemingly climbing up the water wall. In the Rogue Tower there is a bronze patina Heron standing in the water with a fish in its mouth. The last lobby in the Willamette building has a metal silhouette of Mt. Hood in front of the water wall. I know that those will be the main attraction and will make Harrison quite pleased.

Harrison flew from New York to Montreal right after our weekend. He came back once for a few days but then he left again. I really didn’t get to see him but for his coming to the penthouse to sign off on some contracts and give his final approval on some cabinet and flooring choices. He then flew back out to Montreal and I haven’t seen him for over two weeks. We’ve been communicating mainly via email. I send him updates on the progress and he sends me his notes. I find this whole situation confusing. On one hand, I don’t want a relationship or the trappings that go along with being in a relationship. At the same time, I find myself thinking about him all day long.  I can’t get his beautiful face out of my mind, especially the look he gets on his face just as he is cumming. It’s by far the most erotic visual etched in my mind. The feeling of his capable hands feeling the length of my body while his tongue seeks out my own. Yes, the fire that he has ignited in me is such that no other man has even come close to sparking.  In hindsight, I now know that Bradley only struck the match. Harrison has inspired a raging inferno in me. I’m just not sure how to temper it or if I should. Simone’s predictable advice is to roll with it and enjoy the ride.  I’m sure there was a pun intended there.

He sent me another bouquet of flowers two days ago with a card that simply said,

Three more days, Danielle
.

I think to myself,
three
more days until he is flies in.
Three
more days until he sees the final project and
three
more days until I see him. 

Tomorrow is day
three
. I get to be back in Harrison’s arms on day three. I hope.

I promised myself that I wouldn’t allow this. I promised myself I wouldn’t care. I promised myself that I would keep my guard up and only have fun. Well, I’ve broken those promises. I’m very thankful that I’ve been so busy with this project these last few weeks.  Otherwise, I would have been heartsick. I know deep down that I’ve fallen for Harrison Towers.  The awful part is that I can’t get Bradley out of my mind. Not because I still have feelings for him, but because he is the reason I feel so damaged. I want to trust Harrison, but I’ve been fooled before and I refuse to allow myself to be open or vulnerable to that kind of betrayal again. No, this has to be just for fun. It can’t be anything more than that. It’s taken me over a year just to find myself again. I don’t want to lose myself again and especially not this soon.

Oh Dani, slow yourself down. Harrison Towers may not be interested in you that way. There’s always the distinct possibility that Harrison is just having his fun. I mean seriously, he’s an International Mogul who could have any socialite hottie, Hollywood starlet or heck even some kind of royalty he wants!

Now, time to finish this place and go home so I can hit the bathtub for a much needed bubblicious soak!

I give each room the once over. Again. I’m so happy with the way it’s come out. To me, it is serene but oh so sexy.  Just like Harrison. My heart pangs when I visualize him lounging on the matte white leather sectional with a glass of Pinot Noir swirling in his glass.  I fight with my mind as it travels back to our time in New York.

Oh, not now! Focus, focus.

I glance at my phone to see the time and realize it’s already 10:42 PM. I gather my things and make my way to the elevator. Just as I swipe the card, I feel my phone vibrate just once. Ah, a text message, gee, wonder who that could be? The pesky best girlie, no doubt.

Once I settle in my car, I take my phone out of my coat pocket and plug it into the charger and head to my loft.  I keep hearing my phone go buzz, buzz, and buzz. Geeze. What’s up with that?

I look down and see it is another unknown caller. Obviously, it’s not Simone. I’m almost home, and decide to deal with my unknown caller once I get in the tub. I pull into my parking garage, grab my briefcase, purse and cell phone and make my way to the elevator. Ugh, I feel like a pack rat!  I push the button to the elevator and stand waiting for what seems like half an hour. Just as I can’t wait any longer it comes to a thud and the doors start to open I have the strangest sensation that I’m not alone. All the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. As I advance through the elevator doors, I turn my head to the right to see someone duck behind a silver Volvo SUV. Um, creepy. I know someone is there because I can see their shadow cast on the black car parked next to the Volvo.

I quickly hit the button on the elevator to take me to the lobby instead of my floor. If someone is watching me, I don’t want them to know what floor I’m on. I step out to the lobby and see that Frank isn’t there. I glance at my cell phone and note that it is after 11:00 now, so of course no Frank. I turn back to hit the up button on the elevator but it has already gone back down to the garage.