Chapter 20 Seeing me Naked

Adam

Un-boarding the plane, we went inside the airport then through baggage claim where we took up our suitcase and exited the Orly Airport in Paris. Outside we saw a car that was waiting for us that was sent by the company I was going to meet with to take us to the La Reserve Paris Hotel and Spa, one of the local and most beautiful hotels in Paris.

Taking our bags, the driver placed them in the trunk then opened our doors so we could sit. Closing the door behind us, he got in behind the wheel and drove off. The places in Paris were beautiful, well seeing that it was a beautiful city. Even though it was beautiful, the scenery of it still couldn’t distract me from my thoughts of what happened while Emily and I were on the plane. She was apparently dreaming about me and had moaned my name in her sleep while unconsciously rubbing my dick that had gotten hard the minute her hand made contact with it. She was saying in her sleep that I should continue touching her, and when I asked her where she replied and said her clit.

I almost lost it there and then. I was contemplating to wake her up and bring her to the bathroom to bend her over and fuck her hard, but I controlled myself. We were on the plane and I couldn’t risk us being thrown off or going to jail because we were being inappropriate–– quite frankly I couldn’t give a fuck, it was more about Emily. I think the experience would scare her, so I had to reign in those hormones of mine

I didn't know what was up, because first, her mom said she should pack condoms, and then she was on the plane moaning my name and telling me I should continue touching her on her clit.

Shuddering from the thought, I knew if we ever end up in bed together I will be more than touching her clit–––I would be licking, sucking, and nipping every part of her until her body shook uncontrollably.

“Eh hem,” I heard someone clearing their throat taking me out of the fantasy I was about to enter with Emily.

“Sir, Madam, we are here,” the driver whose name I couldn’t remember spoke. Looking out the window, I saw that we were parked in front of a cream tall building, with black doors and red curtains at the entrance, and standing right there was a doorman.

Opening our door, we got out and I looked over at Emily and saw that she was gawking at the site. I really wanted to say something to her but I didn't know what to say. She was already feeling embarrassed when she left her home and then what happened on the plane tripled her embarrassment. I didn't want to make her feel more uncomfortable, so I just kept my mouth shut hence why the entire ride here was in silence.

The doorman came up and took our bags and led the way inside the hotel. Entering, I went up to the receptionist and told her I wanted two rooms on the top floor that were joined together. Giving her my card, she swiped it and handed it back to me.

Walking to the elevator, with Emily and the concierge in tow. I pressed the button for the top floor.

When the elevator had dinged, we made our way outside and saw that there were only two rooms up there that were perfect. Handing Emily her room key, I went over to my room and opened my door. The concierge came in a few moments later and handed me my suitcase, tipping him with a hundred-dollar bill, he thanked me profusely before he exited.

Sighing in exhaustion, I stripped out of my clothes and then made my way to the bathroom where I showered. I was just washing the soap off my body when I heard a voice above the water. Turning off the water, I listened again to see if I was going to hear anything but I didn't.

Shrugging my shoulders, I exited the shower and made my way inside my room naked. Hearing a gasp, I turned around to see Emily coming from the dining area. Her eyes were glued to my chest before they made their way down to my waist and then they came to a stop at my cock that was now standing proudly under her watchful gaze.

This day could not get any worse for her.

Smirking at her, I could see a little drool making its way down the side of her mouth. “Do you like what you see?” I asked her when I saw that she was standing there––frozen in place staring at my cock.

Looking up at my face, she stammered out. “I- I am so sorry.” Turning on her heel, she bolted and ran to the door that was facing my bed. Opening it, I saw she entered her room before she closed the door with a bang behind her and the lock switching in place. Shaking my head at her actions, I went back to the bathroom where I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist before making my way to the front door of her room. knocking, I waited for her to answer the door.

Opening in it, I marched my way inside before she could say anything.

“Why did you come to my room, Emily?” I asked while staring at her.

Looking everywhere except directly at me, she replied. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior on the plane.”

Smiling at her, I replied while smirking. “There's nothing to be sorry about, it was an honest mistake.”

Her eyes had found their way back in my direction and I could see her staring at my chest.

Clearing her throat, she spoke while ushering me out of the room. “Well that's all I wanted to say, you can now leave.”

“Emily–––” her name was what I had gotten out before the door slammed in my face.

Sighing from both sexual and mental frustration, I made my way to my bed where I flopped down on it.

***

Waking up a few hours later, I checked my phone and saw that I had no messages. Getting dressed in something casual, which was grey jeans and a black button-down shirt and loafers on my feet I exited my room and made my way to Emily's. Reaching to knock on her door, she opened it before my hand could touch the wood.

“Adam,” she breathed out. “I was just going to come and see you, so we could have dinner.” She said in a cheerful voice. I was a bit surprised by her upbeat demeanor but I didn't bother commenting. She was so moody or is it bipolar?

Smiling at the thought, I replied. “I was about to do the same thing.” The air between us was clear and not tense as it was from we first saw each other this morning. Making our way down to the dining area, a waiter came up and took our orders. Both of us ordered the same thing, steak with plain rice. The waiter took down our order then our menu, then left. Returning shortly with a bottle of wine, he poured some in our glasses.

“So, when is the first meeting?” she asked breaking the silence.

“The first meeting is tomorrow and the last one would be Thursday.” Nodding her head, she was about to say something when the waiter came with our food.

Digging in, I watched her as she cut the steak with her knife and placed it in her mouth with her fork. It wasn't much action, but the sight turned me on and I couldn't help but wonder what her tongue would be doing to me if we were in a room together completely naked. On her last bite, the gravy that was on the steak trickled down off her lip and made its way down her chin. Getting up, I quickly rushed over and wiped it away before it could drip. Placing my finger in my mouth, I sucked the gravy off.

I saw that she gasped at my action before her body shuddered. Smirking inwardly, I sat back down and continued eating.