Room For Three

by Melissa Silvey

  “Damn, that was incredible. I almost believed you, and I know we aren’t sleeping together,” he says, and breaks the spell that my imagination weaved around us.

  “Oh, trust me, Mr. Glass, you are going to owe me big time for this,” I assure him.

  He smiles, before he returns to the print outs he has in front of him. “Here, take this half. I believe there is money missing somewhere, and I need you to help me find it.”

  “Mr. Hansen is walking around wearing it. I guess money can’t buy taste.” I mutter it under my breath, but Mr. Glass chuckles as I say it.

  “Or class,” he continues, as he hands me a pencil and a calculator.

  “Or looks,” I grumble. We both laugh at that. “Before I get started, is there anything you need, sir? Coffee, or water, or anything?”

  “No, just you.” He says it off-handedly, but his voice is serious. “Just keep up the good work, and protect me from the ugly, classless, tasteless Mr. Hansen.”

  “Yes, sir,” I reply, and grin as I begin entering numbers.

  I can’t get the image of him shirtless out of my head, though. Good lord his pale skin is flawless, and his muscled chest is perfect. I wanted to lick him so badly. I wanted to lick from his nipples down to his stomach and back up again. I wanted…

  My phone alerts, and I try to suppress a groan. My mom’s not gonna text me, I know that. And since Mr. Glass is beside me, I can only imagine the person texting me is Peyton.

  “Do you have a new friend, Ms. Hall?” he asks, after I’ve ignored the third alert. His voice sounds rough, like it did when he was talking about the Hansens last night. His dark eyes search out mine, and it feels like they’re drilling down into my soul, trying to mine my thoughts and feelings.

  “I… um… I…” I don’t know how to answer his question. I don’t want to tell him I’ve been on a date or two, not after he asks like that.

  “Hmmm…” he murmurs, as he returns his attention back to the printouts.

  Is he jealous? Maybe I should tell him I’ve went out with Peyton.

  Or maybe not, I think, as I return my attention back to the task at hand. Maybe I should just make him wonder about what I’m doing on my personal time.

  *****

  “How is your pasta?” Mr. Glass asks, while we’re having dinner. We’re eating in the dining room of our hotel. I glance around at the other women who are wearing expensive, designer label clothes, and I’m wearing the cheap black dress I wore when I went out with Peyton. Mr. Glass has been staring at me strangely since he opened the door when I went to fetch him for supper. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn this dress. But Peyton told me I was beautiful, and that I looked incredible when I wore it.

  “It’s fine,” I answer, as I push my noodles around my plate.

  “What’s wrong, then? Why aren’t you eating?” he enquires.

  I shrug. I can’t tell him that I’m beyond anxious, and it’s all because of him. Meeting Mr. Hansen went well because he couldn’t see past my tatas. But Mrs. Hansen was something entirely different. She looked down her nose at me. Unlike her husband, she has all the right clothes, the expensive hair do, and the perfect body. I guess money really can buy a lot, because apparently Kristoff’s money bought a hot, young, sexy wife. But Amanda immediately made a bee line for my boss. Why? Well, because he’s hotter and richer than her husband. She’s ready to move up the food chain, and she’s not going to let some country bumpkin get in her way.

  I did everything I could think of, short of placing my hand down his trousers and exclaiming his junk belongs to me. She still asked him to dinner. I feel like I failed him. I know he brought me to this beautiful city to discourage Amanda Hansen, and I didn’t do it.

  So, I’m not surprised at all when I see Mrs. Hansen approaching our table, looking better than a county fair pageant queen in a sparkling purple dress, painted on makeup, and her long brunette hair in a perfectly coiffed up do.

  And she has the gall to place her hand on his shoulder, lean in, and say, “I thought I’d find you two here, after I knocked at your door and you didn’t answer. I’m attending a charity gala here in the hotel ballroom, and I was wondering if you would like to attend, darling.” Then she turns toward me, and says rather spitefully, “If your assistant doesn’t have a dress, I’d understand if she didn’t attend.”

  I open my mouth to make some wise-ass comment, about her being a shameless hussy. But, Mr. Glass speaks before I can. “This is Charlie’s first time in California, and our trip just wouldn’t be complete without an aerial tour to view the bay lights. We’re headed out after dinner.”

  I’m even convinced he’s telling the truth, although I’m pretty sure he isn’t. Mr. Glass usually doesn’t do anything if I don’t schedule it, even if he is out of town. I try to hide my shock with a fake smile. Mr. Glass has a stoic expression, as usual, and at this moment I find it even more attractive than I normally do.

  “That sounds lovely,” she says, with a bitter tone. “I’ll just see you later.” She turns on her heels and struts away, leaving a cloud of expensive but overbearing perfume behind her.

  We stare at each other for several moments, until I finally look away. “That was unpleasant,” he finally says. “I’m sorry you’ve had to endure this. But I’m not sorry you’re here. I am very happy you came. Would you like dessert, or would you like to see the beautiful lights of the city?”

  My eyes search his out, and I can feel that they’ve popped open wide. “I want to see the lights!” I whisper it, like a little kid who is too excited about seeing Santa to actually tell him what they want. “You’re talking about a helicopter tour, right?”

  “Yes, Charlie. Hurry and finish up your dinner,” he instructs, like a parent trying to bribe their unruly child.

  I try not to shovel the food in after he says it. I take my time, but I can’t enjoy my lovely meal. I’m too excited about a helicopter ride to concentrate on anything else. He finally removes his napkin from his lap, and places it beside his plate. His dark-as-night eyes are on me as he signs the bill, and when he stands I shift my weight. He shakes his head only slightly, and I stop. Asher Glass pulls my chair out for me, and I, as gracefully as I can manage, exit the table, and the restaurant, with my hand on his arm.

  I hold my head a little higher, and my back a little straighter. I am being escorted by the Asher Glass. That’s when he places his hand over mine. I am now too excited to breathe.

  Heaven help me keep my hands to myself when we get inside the helicopter.

  Chapter Nine

  Charlotte Hall may be the most beautiful, and most intriguing, woman I’ve ever seen. The beauty of her face and her body is only matched by the beauty of her heart, and her soul. The excitement in her eyes as I escort her up to the top of the hotel, where the helicopter awaits us, cannot possibly be feigned. When I remove my suit jacket to wrap her in it, she hugs it against her body and inhales the scent. My scent. She tries to be sly about it, but I catch her in my peripheral vision.

  I lean in close as I help with her seat belt, and feel her shiver when my hand brushes against her hip. I hear her exhaled breath. I glance up at her, and her brilliant blue eyes dilate when she encounters my gaze. Maybe she feels the same confusion and yearning I do when she looks at me.

  “Are we ready, Mr. Glass?” the pilot asks.

  “Yes, we’re ready.” I place a set of headphones on her head, and instead of the chatter of the pilot, I’ve set a playlist for her to listen to on my iPhone.

  Her lips part, and her mouth becomes a wide O. She is watching the skyline, the lights glittering their picturesque reflection in the bay, and the sparkling art of the lights on the Golden Gate Bridge. And I am watching her. I am fascinated by her reactions, her enthusiasm, and her pleasure. She is as innocent as she is sultry, as sweet as she is sexy, and as smart as she is beautiful.

  I want her in my life, and in my bed. And I want Peyton too. Is it wrong? I don’t care. It’s what I want, and I almost alw
ays bring my desires to life.

  “It’s incredible,” she murmurs, as she turns toward me with eyes as lit up as the Golden Gate.

  My hands are shaking as much as my insides. My head is spinning. I can’t stop myself. I reach forward, and take her soft cheeks in my big, clumsy hands.

  “I want you, Charlotte, and I want you to want me too.” I know she can’t hear me, but maybe she knows what I’m saying because she’s staring at my lips. I move closer to her, a millimeter at a time. Her eyes are so wide, as wide as her mouth, as they stare at my lips, and my eyes, then back again.

  “Mr. Glass,” she whispers.

  “Asher. Call me Asher.” My eyes close, as the excitement of our first kiss overwhelms me. I feel her soft, warm lips against mine. I feel passion explode inside me. A heat that I was not expecting overwhelms me.

  And then her arms wrap around my neck, and her fingers weave themselves into my hair and tug. I moan as I exhale, and as I do her lips part. I want to be between her lips, and inside her body. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

  My thumbs rub over her soft skin, toward her chin, and push down slightly to hold her mouth open, as I plunge my tongue into her. I groan deep in my throat as I taste her. My fingertips brush over her cheeks, and caress her skin, to rest lightly against her neck. I feel the vibrations as much as I hear the moans escape from her.

  She makes me feel sensual, and sexual. She makes me feel like a man, like I want to own her, and possess her. I want to make her feel exactly what I am feeling. I want her to experience the desire that’s burning inside me, and make her ache from the heat of my touch.

  Her nails blaze a trail through my hair, over my scalp, and down the back of my neck. I grunt into her, as my tongue begins to move with hers. In and out, in and out, until I’m lightheaded from the sensations of wishing it was my dick and not my tongue.

  I shiver almost violently from the need to be inside her.

  “Mr. Glass, should I land now?” the pilot yells, loud enough to break through the spell the kiss has woven around us.

  The last thing I want is to break the kiss. But I want her in my bed for this. I want to take it deeper, and I want us both to be naked when we do it. I want to lose myself in her, in a big, comfortable bed, and never ever leave.

  I don’t want to, but I pull away from this woman who has captivated me. “Take us down.”

  I don’t release her. I hold her throat so that our faces are still close, and our foreheads touch. She’s as shocked as I am, but she feels what I feel. I want her to keep feeling it. Forever.

  The pilot opens the door to help us out, and our gazes are still locked. She’s asking me something with her eyes. “Yes.” It’s a whispered promise. Yes, I will continue to feel this way after we sleep together. Yes, I will want more. Yes, I will demand that she give all of herself to me, and I will give her everything she’s ever wanted and more in return.

  Yes, I will still want Peyton.

  I hope she can understand that. She will. She must.

  I escort her inside, and down one set of steps to the penthouse suite. My arm is wrapped possessively around her shoulders. She’s shivering, and I know she’s not cold. She’s afraid. So am I. But I will not let the fear that this will change things stop me. I want it, I want her, too much.

  “Are ya sure?” she asks, when we’re standing just outside my door.

  “I have never been more sure of anything in my life, Charlie.” I open the door, and pull her inside. I place the Do Not Disturb sign outside, close it, and pull the latch.

  “I’m scared,” she admits, her lovely eyes full of every emotion she’s experiencing.

  It makes me want her more than I already do.

  “Trust that I will never hurt you, Charlotte.” I bridge the gap between us, and push my jacket off her shoulders. She shakes, and moans, and it’s enough to set me aflame again. Can she tell that I’m on fire for her? Does she know that I might combust at any moment? “And I want you to promise me right now, no matter what, that you won’t hurt me. Whatever happens, we’ll discuss it. We’ll talk about what’s bothering you. I want you to trust me as much as I trust you.”

  I graze her cheek with my knuckles. I’m afraid I’ll melt her. But she closes her eyes, and moves into my touch. We both moan. She’s so small, so delicate, compared to me. She might be a foot shorter than I am. I want to protect her, and care for her, the way she takes care of me.

  “Promise me, Charlie. Promise.”

  She tips her head back to stare up at me. That look in her eyes might be the end of me. But I feel, deep in my soul, it could be the beginning of us. Her hands reach out, and I move closer to her. She places her palms flat against my chest, her eyes still locked with mine.

  “I promise, Asher,” she whispers.

  I grab her wrists, and bring her hands to the buttons of my shirt. “I want to make love to you, Charlie, but I need your help. I’m not good at this.”

  She smiles at me, as she unfastens the buttons. “You’re doing great so far.”

  “I want you so much, and I want you to know it. I don’t want any misunderstandings.” As her fingers work on my shirt, mine move to her gorgeous hair. I feel the softness of it, and the thickness. There’s so much of it. I want it to cover my pillow as I sleep, so that I can smell it and feel it’s softness on my cheek.

  “I won’t say I understand what’s happenin’, Asher. But I want ya ta know, I feel it too.” Her voice makes my heart ache even more.

  I feel her touch against my skin. I bend down to take her lips again, but stop. “Can we do this right, sweetheart?” I don’t give her a chance to answer. I eagerly grab her against my body, pick her up, and carry her into the bedroom.

  “Yer so strong, Mr. Glass.” She sighs, like the Southern belle she is. Her hands are on my shoulders, her arms are around my neck, and her beautiful chest is molded against mine. I feel bigger than I ever have in my life. I feel strong enough to make her mine, and keep her forever.

  “I work out.” I place her gently on the bed, and pull the shirt off my shoulders. It sticks at my wrists. “Damn cuff links to hell.” My voice is rough, even to my own ears. But she’s looking up at me with stars in her eyes, and I thrust my hands out to her. “Please help me.”

  “Yes, Mr. Glass,” she murmurs.

  “Call me Ash-“ I stop as soon I feel her lips on my fingers. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and the position of her body makes me want her lips on my stomach, and farther down. My erection hurts it’s so hard. “Charlie.” I ignore my shirt, and grab her hair to pull her against my body. Her tongue touches my skin, right above the waistband of my trousers.

  I need them off. I need her to touch me. I can’t even say the words out loud. But somehow she knows. Her fingers are on my belt, and her lips are on my belly button.

  “Now, please. Now.” I feel my body convulsing. I have no control over my reactions to what she’s doing to me. Just the light caress of her lips on my skin is making me crazy. And she smiles up at me, as she grabs my erection through the thick fabric of my pants.

  “This?” she whispers up at me.

  “Now, Charlie!” My hands shake as I push hers away to get my pants open, and when my cock is free, it springs out at her. She’s shocked by it, and I finally smile.

  Chapter Ten

  I should have known that nothing about Asher Glass would be average. When he releases his dick from his trousers it practically attacks me. His penis is huge, dripping wet, and laying against my face. So I grab the base of it, just to angle it away from my eye. He moans loudly, and I realize that he is watching everything happen from above me, and that a string of pre-cum is attached to my cheek.

  I tip my head back, aim the tip of his dick toward my lips, and lick the fluid off of it. His entire body shakes, as his dark eyes just about bore into mine. I’m getting off on him watching me. I’ve never wanted anyone’s attention more than I want his right now.

  “Every
bit of you is sexy, Asher, especially your eyes,” I say, before I rub the tip against my lips, smearing the juices that keep flowing out of him.

  “Take off your dress, because I want to see it between your tits before I put it inside you.” He struggles to get the words out. I have the always-in-control Asher Glass flustered, and aching, and so turned on he can barely talk.

  So I suck the head into my mouth, as I quickly untie the front of the dress, then pull it off my shoulders and down my arms. The black bra I’m wearing isn’t the sexiest, but it’s functional and shows off my cleavage.

  “You are making me insane, Charlie. I need you, sweetheart. I need you so much.” He takes a step away, and his big tool makes a popping sound as he pulls it out of my mouth.

  Next thing I know, I’m lying flat on the bed, he’s straddling my hips, and his thick penis is rubbing against my chest. “Ya like my boobs, don’t ya? Ya can’t take yer eyes off of ‘em.”

  “I love your tits, Charlie. I am going to spend so much time licking, and sucking, and playing with them. You’re going to get tired of it.” He’s smiling even as he speaks. It might be the happiest I’ve ever seen him. But his eyes have shifted, and he’s watching his cock move up and down against my chest.

  “I doubt that,” I counter, wickedly. I know how to make him even happier. I pull the shoulder straps off, and jerk the cups down to free my breasts.

  The noise he makes is a victorious, “Ahhhhh!” as he cups one in each hand, and wraps them around his tool. As he’s holding them, he’s got a thumb on each of my nipples. They react to his touch, getting even harder than they already are.

  “I can’t believe I finally have your tits in my hands.” He’s still givin’ me that one hundred watt smile. “I’ve wanted this for… Ahhhh…” He can’t talk while I’ve got my tongue out, licking the tip of his huge member.

  “I’m going to come all over you if I don’t get inside you now!” he exclaims. Somehow, amazingly, he slides his body down mine, and begins to kiss me. All the while he’s rubbing his cock against my black cotton panties. “What do I have to do to get you ready, sweetheart?”