“No, actually we got the go-ahead to expand, and my assistants were going crazy trying to figure out the details without me there. I’m so glad I got the chance to talk with them.”
“I know how it goes. Even when you have amazing people working for you, it’s still nice to stay in touch.”
“If there is anyone in this world who does know what I’m going through, it’s certainly you.”
Scarlett had softened up since her phone call and had her usual flirtatious smile back. Her silky-smooth skin shimmered in the glow of the nighttime diner. Drake couldn’t help letting his gaze flash down to her cleavage as she played with her food. Scarlett’s double F size breasts weren’t anything that Drake ever wanted to look away from. For some women, Drake would have instantly thought they were fake breasts, but Scarlett’s were real. Drake had seen her naked, and she looked 100% real, he was positive about that.
“I’m sorry,” Drake said as Scarlett’s eyes met his, and he knew he had been caught staring at her breasts. “I think you have special powers over me.”
“Oh, really? Do you give foot rubs with these special powers of mine?”
Scarlett slid her foot into Drake’s lap and started to massage him, moving her foot moved up and down. Drake looked around the restaurant, afraid that someone would see them at first, but then he didn’t care. The feeling of her touching him was too much for Drake, and his throbbing body felt like it was going to burst right out of his pants. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as he let his body enjoy the pressure of her touch on him.
“I think foot rubs are supposed to be given by me if you’re using your special powers.”
Drake grabbed her foot and repositioned it so he could use his hands and firmly massage her. As much as he had been enjoying her foot playing with him, Drake couldn’t be teased by Scarlett for another minute. His body wanted her too desperately for teasing to be useful; instead, it just made him feel like he was being tormented.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” Scarlett said, closing her eyes and letting Drake press firmly onto her feet.
He watched the look of pleasure on her face and immediately started to think about what she would look like as she came. It was a delicious idea to have her screaming out in orgasm as his body brought her’s pleasure. Far more exciting a thought than rubbing her feet, although Drake certainly didn’t mind that either.
Drake let his mind wander even more as he thought about Scarlett. Oh, how delicious she would taste when he finally got his tongue on all her delicate parts. His mind and body begged for more of Scarlett. She was the last woman out of his seven for the week, and he couldn’t wait to have his whole twenty-four hours with her. If he didn’t sleep until next week, that was perfectly acceptable to Drake, as long as he got to be with Scarlett that day.
His hands felt like they were warming up as he moved them around her foot. It was practically foreplay—well, in fact, it was foreplay to Drake. His body was still throbbing from her touch on him. Their meal couldn’t be over fast enough for Drake. He planned to rush them both home and bring Scarlett to his bed. It had been a very long week thinking about touching her naked body, and Drake’s mind could no longer stand the suspense.
“Should we get you home?” Drake asked.
“Mmm. I was thinking we should go get some drinks,” Scarlett said with a mischievous smile.
“Really? You want to go out?”
Scarlett didn’t strike Drake as the type of woman who liked to go out partying all the time, but he was happy to take her anywhere she wanted. He really was willing to do anything that Scarlett wanted to do with her day.
“Yes, I’d love to just go let my hair down and dance.”
Drake hadn’t been dancing in a long time, mostly because he hated to dance, and it was hard to meet decent women at the clubs. But he wouldn’t mind taking Scarlet and letting her press her body against him as they moved around the dance floor.
Scarlett let her hair out of the ponytail it was in and shook it around dramatically. Her long brown hair fell almost to her waist and had curls and waves throughout. His eyes again fell on her robust cleavage as he admired her body. Oh, how he loved admiring her body.
“Well, I think we should go dancing then,” Drake exclaimed as he dropped some money on the table for the check and stood up.
He extended his hand gallantly to Scarlett to help her out of the booth. Everything about Scarlett made him want to be the best he could be. Her calm demeanor had him always wondering if what he was doing was good enough. There was a feeling in him that nothing he could do would be just right for her, but he was going to put his best foot forward.
Out of all the women, Scarlett was the only one that Drake felt might have been unattainable outside of the situation they were in. Scarlett didn’t seem like the kind of woman who was interested in a man’s money or his place in society. To Scarlett, it seemed like a very high level of character was much more important to her.
The problem Drake was having was not being sure exactly what Scarlett wanted in a man. In fact, Drake couldn’t believe Scarlett had put up with all the chaos that had gone on throughout the week. Yet she had, and she was there with him and ready for their date. Whatever thoughts Drake had about Scarlett or what she wanted in a man had to be pushed away for the time being. Scarlett was there, and she wanted to go have fun, so that was exactly what they were going to do.
“Is there any particular place you’d like to go?” Drake asked.
“Oh, I’ll leave the dance club choice to you. I’m sure you are much more familiar with them than I am.”
“Very true, I’ve got the perfect place.”
As much as Drake hated going dancing, he still had been to several of the clubs in the area and had one in mind for them. It was an upper-class crowd, and things didn’t get too wild there. It would be the perfect spot for them to move and play with each other for a little bit, and they had some of the best vodka in the city.
Scarlett had certainly lightened up and seemed like she was back to her usual self, or at least, the person Drake had seen over the week. He clearly didn’t know her well enough to know what her usual self was.
That was one of the problems with his plan to have the women at his house all week -- there was no way to really get to know them all. The best Drake could do was try and get to know each of the girls a little bit and hope he would be able to figure out which one he should choose at the end of the week.
Although Scarlett was younger than Drake, she carried herself much more like his equal. Everything about Scarlett was grown up, and even in the few moments he had alone with her, Drake knew he wanted more of Scarlett. He liked talking to her and touching her. Drake liked the idea of getting to know Scarlett better and was looking forward to whatever the night might bring.
She was a challenge to him. Scarlett was someone he still felt he had to pursue, even though she had agreed to come to his house for the week. There were certainly no guarantees of love when it came to Scarlett. She had high standards, and although she hadn’t voiced them specifically to Drake, he knew she had them by the way she interacted with everyone around her.
“So you’re not tired at all?” Drake joked as he yawned on the drive to the club.
“No, I’m actually not. But if you’d like to go home, we could do that. I know how you old men love to get your naps in.”
Scarlett laughed and so did Drake. She was teasing him, and there was absolutely no way he would be going back to the house. Drake didn’t care if he stayed up all night long, as long as it made Scarlett happy. He felt like he would be willing to do just about anything if it made her happy. That was a pretty huge admission for Drake, but he felt like it was true.
“I’ll survive,” Drake said, reaching over and grabbing Scarlett’s hand.
He pulled her hand up to his lips and gently kissed the back of it. She looked over at him from the passenger seat, and Drake had to force himself to look away and back at the road. I
t was dangerous having her next to him in the car, all he wanted to do was pull over and kiss her.
As the idea ran through Drake’s head, he decided he didn’t want it to be just a thought. Why shouldn’t he pull over and kiss her? He quickly pulled into an empty parking lot as the car rushed to a stop, and Scarlett giggled.
“What are you doing?”
“This,” Drake said as he leaned over and gently kissed her.
The touch of her lips was like candy to his body. The rush moved through him, and he instantly felt energized and ready to dance the night away. Soft, gentle kisses passed between them, but as Drake let his hand move slowly up her thigh; Scarlett put her own hand on him and stopped him.
She didn’t comment on the action; Scarlett didn’t make a scene or say why she didn’t want his hand moving up her thigh, but it was very clear that Drake wasn’t going to be touching her delicate center while they were in the parking lot of a rundown business. It was probably best that way; Drake should have thought more of her and not tried such a thing.
Scarlett wasn’t the kind of girl who would fuck him in a parking lot, and Drake didn’t want her to be. She deserved to be laid out on delicious Egyptian cotton sheets while he devoured every inch of her.
Although Scarlett had stopped his hand from moving, she hadn’t stopped kissing him. In fact, their kiss intensified as it continued, and Drake couldn’t help enjoying himself. His tongue softly slipped inside of her, and their mouths danced together for what seemed like an eternity.
“Are you sure you don’t want to just go back to the house?” Drake offered.
The chemistry between them was too much to deny, and Drake felt his body building up with anticipation. His pulse throbbed with every second he had Scarlett next to him. The sweet scent that emanated from her body traveled to him, and he felt increasingly out of control the longer he was near her. Control had always been something he cherished very much.
Drake was the kind of man who controlled his business, his life, his love life even. To feel so out of control was certainly not in his comfort zone, yet he liked the feeling. He liked the man he was around Scarlett. He liked feeling like a high schooler and not knowing what to expect next; it made for a much more interesting time.
“I’d still like to go dancing,” she answered, gently pressing Drake back over to his seat. “I can’t wait to get you on that dance floor.”
“Then dancing it is.”
Scarlett’s eyes were huge. Their deep brown color made them look even bigger in the night light. It was evident that Scarlett could get whatever she wanted from Drake; he knew it at that very moment. Her touch, her sweet lips, the big brown eyes; they all culminated into a power of seduction that none of the other women had over Drake. The only other woman he knew who could direct him the way Scarlett was, had to be Samantha.
As they drove to the nightclub, Drake let his thoughts run to Samantha for just a moment. Scarlett and Samantha were so much alike. They were both strong women who knew what they wanted and could get it on their own without the help of a man. They also both knew exactly how to tell Drake no, which he wasn’t so sure he liked, but it was an admirable quality for a woman to have.
Samantha refused to be with Drake because she valued her job and loved to work with him. As frustrating as that was for Drake, he did admire Samantha for always sticking to her opinion and not backing down. Her clear decision never to let them be more than friends gave Drake the closed door he needed to move on.
Over the last week, Drake had gotten to know himself so much. With each new day, he could imagine himself with the woman he was on a date with. When he had been out with Victoria, he saw himself picking her. The same went with his date when he had Emily, Sophia, Allison, Cynthia, and Lauren.
He had always known that he loved all kinds of women, but over the last week he had really proved that point clearly. Even as much as he was enjoying his time with Scarlett, he knew he had enjoyed his time with the other women equally as much when he was with them. It was going to be very difficult for Drake to make a decision on which one of the women he wanted to continue to date.
The weight of the week was heavy on his mind as he pulled in front of the nightclub and let the valet take his car. It was going to be a long night, and Drake sent a quick text to Robert to have someone come collect the car in the morning since he was likely be taking a cab home.
“What’s the matter?” Scarlett asked as she wrapped her arm around his bicep and they walked in.
“Oh, nothing. Just too much thinking going on. Let’s get some drinks and dance.”
Chapter 3
Dancing had obviously been an outlet for Scarlett. Drake watched as her body moved seamlessly from one dance move to the next. He couldn’t look away. Her sexy curves had his full attention as the music pounded through the room while Scarlett danced for him.
Drake felt like Scarlett was dancing just for him, and there weren’t any other people in the room at all. His eyes locked onto hers, and she didn’t look away from him either. It was a delicious and seductive moment between the two of them.
He couldn’t dance. It wasn’t something that he tried to be good at, and no women he had dated before really cared. He stood on the dance floor with confidence and moved around a little with the music, but his full attention was on Scarlett. When he finally looked around at the other people on the dance floor, Drake realized that many people’s full attention was on her; in fact, there were at least six other men just waiting for Drake to step away so they could have their chances with one of the most beautiful women in the club.
He wasn’t going to step away, though. Drake was staying right there with Scarlett at his side as long as she wanted to dance. His original tiredness had worn off, and he was ready to dance the night away if that was what Scarlett wanted.
“You’re so delicious,” she said as her hands wrapped around Drake, and she kissed him.
After three drinks, Scarlett was in full party mode, and Drake loved it. She was letting herself loose a little, and he couldn’t have planned it any better. Scarlett always seemed so in control of everything she did; it was fun to see her having a good time. And Drake felt pretty damn privileged that Scarlett felt comfortable enough with him to let herself relax; he didn’t suspect she did that very often.
“I bet you taste delicious,” Drake whispered in her ear.
“Oh, shhh. You’re a bad boy.”
Scarlett turned around to go back out on the dance floor, but Drake grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass up against him. She continued to move and dance, but he held her body next to his. Drake didn’t care who was looking at them. He had Scarlett’s body up against his, and he was going to enjoy it as much as possible.
Slowly, he moved her hair away from her neck so he could gently kiss the back of her neck while she danced. The touch seemed to please her very much because she stopped moving so much and just pressed her body into his as close as she could. Drake made a mental note of her pleasure so he could kiss the back of her neck again later when they were naked in bed.
He took in a deep breath of her delicious scent as his body firmly reacted to her being next to him. Surely, she could feel how hard he was for her, but she didn’t reach back to tease him and didn’t acknowledge just how excited he was for her. Scarlett was perfectly happy to keep dancing and enjoying the evening, but Drake was desperate to get her home and into bed with him.
“Home? Are you ready to go home yet?” Drake asked in her ear.
She nodded her head, yes, and every nerve in Drake’s body felt like it was going to explode. He had waited so long to have her in his bed— they couldn’t get home fast enough. He was going to do things to her that she wouldn’t forget. The pleasure he planned to give Scarlett was going to make her fall head over heels in love with him; he just knew it.
They grabbed a cab and were at Drake’s front door in less than twenty minutes. Drake could have driven, but he didn’t want to. The idea of si
tting in the back of a cab with Scarlett wrapped up in his arms was much more appealing to him than driving himself home. Scarlett was still dazed and dancing as they made their way into the house and up the stairs toward Drake’s bedroom.
“Oh, I’m sleeping in the big boy bed tonight?” Scarlett teased.
“You can sleep anywhere you’d like.”
Drake opened the bedroom door and pressed Scarlett gently against the wall as he leaned down to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him in a deep passionate kiss. Her lips were full and soft, and Drake couldn’t help questioning how they would feel wrapped around his throbbing member. But he had many different ideas of what he wanted to do first. Drake needed to taste every inch of her. He wanted to feel her soft skin on his lips as he made her explode with desire for him. There was nothing else that he needed besides making her feel the pleasure his body could give her.
Scarlett reached back and started to unzip her dress, but her fingers fumbled so Drake flipped her around. He grabbed her hips and pressed her ass back against him as his hands started on the zipper. Slowly he moved the zipper down, going only centimeters at a time as he thrust his hips toward her body, teasing her. There was no doubt that she could tell how badly he wanted her.
His hands slid the dress from her shoulders, and it fell to her ankles. Then Drake grabbed her panties and slid them down as well. Scarlett wasn’t wearing a bra and stood naked in front of Drake with her body pressed against the wall and her voluptuous ass teasing him.
“I want every inch of you,” Drake moaned as he started to kiss her bare back.
“Every inch, that sounds exhausting,” she joked.
“It might take all night long.”
“We better get started then.”
Drake fell to his knees and flipped Scarlett around all in one swift movement. Before she could protest, he flung her legs over his shoulders and pressed her hard against the wall as he stood up with her straddling his face. She wrapped her arms around his head and held on tight as he made his way over toward the large king-size bed.
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