Day to Day chapter 9
Jon stood as Megan walked into the dimly lit room. Being a good few inches taller than her he towered above her even though she wore her highest of high heels.
He watched her as she got closer and he felt that familiar stirring he got whenever she was around. She did things to him that he could not explain.
His initial instinct the closer she got was to take her by the wrists and pin her up against the wall and do whatever came naturally. He wanted to feel his lips pressed hard against hers. He wanted to feel the softness of her body on his. He wanted to take in her aroma, breathe deeply until he was totally intoxicated with her scent. But for now he simply raised her hand to his lips and kissed her softly.
Megan noticed the expression on Jon’s face change and was suddenly concerned that she had made the wrong decision. Immediately and as fast as lightening the thoughts went through her mind “I should not have come, I should not have agreed to meet him. What the hell was I thinking? Was he only being polite? Did he just invite me to supper because he thought he owed it to me due to our history? Why does he have that stupid look on his face? Is my hair alright? Does my butt look big in this? Maybe I should not have come. Oh well too late now”
The electricity that shot through his body as his lips touched her hand was enough to light a small nation. On the other hand She knew all he had to do was touch her and she would be clay in his hands.
The look on Jon’s face still concerned her. “Jon have I done something wrong?”
“No, of course not. Why?”
“You have a really unusual look on your face, that’s all.”
Megan had mistaken the look of lust and passion in his eyes for something else. He pulled her to him now and wrapped his arms around her. The feel of his chest hard against her breast was beyond comprehension. It awakened feelings in her that she thought had long been dead.
“No Megan’, He said as he held her for the longest time, “You have done nothing wrong. Nothing at all”
Releasing her from his grasp they both sat and enjoyed some very fine wine and good conversation. Before they knew it it was well into the wee small hours of the morning.
Every ounce of Jon radiated lustful sex. His manner, the way he walked, the crooked smile and cocked eyebrow, his mannerisms. Everything about him made her feel as though she wanted to run and lock the door so that she could ravish every inch of him in private. She was determined not to fall in love with him again – not so soon anyway.
Jon, although he had thoughts about Megan that were illegal didn’t want to push his luck just yet. He knew she would be in his bed one day soon he just had to be patient as to when.
Jon and Megan called it a night and walked together to the elevator. The small talk continued on the ride up to their respective rooms. She was higher up the building than he was so he would exit before her. Almost at his floor, Jon took Megan in his arms and kissed her long and hard on her soft lips. His tongue softly penetrated her lips and danced with hers as his hands found the small of her back. He pulled her to him so that there was no longer air between them. The two had become one. Megan responded warmly to his advances, she wanted this. She wanted him. The doors to the elevator opened and he let go of her as quickly as he took hold.
Touching the side of her face he said “Good night Megan, thank you for joining me.” And he was gone.
Megan rode the elevator to her rooms. Once inside she closed the door and just leant against it for several minutes not really comprehending what actually happened over the last two hours. She actually expected that Jon would put the hard word on her. But other than that kiss he didn’t, he could not have been more of a gentleman. In fact the more she thought about it she thought he was maybe a little too perfect.
“Ah Ha!! So that’s it. That is his game plan huh!” She said to herself as she poured another glass of wine and admired the amazing view. It took her breathe away everytime she looked out the windows of the Penthouse suite. She did have a giggle to herself that she was in the Penthouse suite. Although she was a very successful business woman in her own right she really wasn’t anyone special. Yet here she is in this beautiful room over looking the city lights of this beautiful city. And he, the most famous, not to mention the most gorgeous and sexy Rock Star in the entire world had to stay on a lower floor. “If that’s how you want to play Jon, I can play that way too. Let’s just hope you don’t get in over your head.”
The night with Jon was a beautiful one. They had a really nice time and the conversation flowed easily. There was tension in the air as both were attracted to each other, that was obvious. A little too obvious actually – but both of them had been on their best behaviour and neither made one step out of line. Megan found Jon incredibly attractive obviously – just like any woman would, by the same token though she didn’t want to throw herself at him. She knew she would eventually enjoy the grand pleasure of his body on hers. But she wasn’t going to give in that easily. He would have to work for it.
Finishing her wine Megan showered. She dressed in her night clothes and got into the soft satin sheets of the Archibald. She lay awake for hours. In the silence she pieced together the events of the night. Never did she believe that after all these years she would be in this situation. However she was very thankful she was her right now. She knew that if this were a few years ago she would not have coped. But with age comes maturity.
Megan had dealt with so many difficult and heart breaking things in her short life that at this point she knew she could deal with it. Never would she allow her heart to be broken yet she was willing to play for a while. As Jon obviously was.
Megan had to constantly remind herself that Jon had a family. Children. A wife – his high school sweetheart! She knew she wouldn’t be responsible for breaking up a family. She would never steal a man from his wife. But then again she reflected, if a man didn’t want to be stolen he wouldn’t want to play.
Megan thought back to her own high school sweetheart. She thought she had loved Michael. The two had been a couple for many months. All her friends told her that they looked great together. On a night when all of her girl friends were having a sleepover one of them had asked her what was he like.
“What do you mean", was Megan’s reply.
It wasn’t until the conversation progressed that Megan understood what was infact being spoken about. Megan had been a virgin at the time and of course never having done anything other than kissing had no idea what Michael was like in that area. The room was absolutely stunned with the exception of Krystal because she knew all of Megan’s secrets – so she thought anyway. Michael was considered a great catch, he was the King of the pride. The stud muffin! And he had had a bit of a reputation with the ladies. The question on everyone’s lips was “How could the two of them have lasted so long if she wasn’t putting out?”
Megan explained that she was saving herself for the right time and person.
She never did become intimate with Michael.
Smiling to herself as she lay in the comfort of the Archibald all these years later, she would love to have those girls in her room right now and tell them the story about the right time!
If they didn’t believe her then they sure as eggs wouldn’t believe her now. “Ah Jon, who would have thought it would be you?”
Sleep finally too hold. And Megan drifted off.
You are on Chapter 9 of Day to Day
© Cindi – Today 2007
He watched her as she got closer and he felt that familiar stirring he got whenever she was around. She did things to him that he could not explain.
His initial instinct the closer she got was to take her by the wrists and pin her up against the wall and do whatever came naturally. He wanted to feel his lips pressed hard against hers. He wanted to feel the softness of her body on his. He wanted to take in her aroma, breathe deeply until he was totally intoxicated with her scent. But for now he simply raised her hand to his lips and kissed her softly.
Megan noticed the expression on Jon’s face change and was suddenly concerned that she had made the wrong decision. Immediately and as fast as lightening the thoughts went through her mind “I should not have come, I should not have agreed to meet him. What the hell was I thinking? Was he only being polite? Did he just invite me to supper because he thought he owed it to me due to our history? Why does he have that stupid look on his face? Is my hair alright? Does my butt look big in this? Maybe I should not have come. Oh well too late now”
The electricity that shot through his body as his lips touched her hand was enough to light a small nation. On the other hand She knew all he had to do was touch her and she would be clay in his hands.
The look on Jon’s face still concerned her. “Jon have I done something wrong?”
“No, of course not. Why?”
“You have a really unusual look on your face, that’s all.”
Megan had mistaken the look of lust and passion in his eyes for something else. He pulled her to him now and wrapped his arms around her. The feel of his chest hard against her breast was beyond comprehension. It awakened feelings in her that she thought had long been dead.
“No Megan’, He said as he held her for the longest time, “You have done nothing wrong. Nothing at all”
Releasing her from his grasp they both sat and enjoyed some very fine wine and good conversation. Before they knew it it was well into the wee small hours of the morning.
Every ounce of Jon radiated lustful sex. His manner, the way he walked, the crooked smile and cocked eyebrow, his mannerisms. Everything about him made her feel as though she wanted to run and lock the door so that she could ravish every inch of him in private. She was determined not to fall in love with him again – not so soon anyway.
Jon, although he had thoughts about Megan that were illegal didn’t want to push his luck just yet. He knew she would be in his bed one day soon he just had to be patient as to when.
Jon and Megan called it a night and walked together to the elevator. The small talk continued on the ride up to their respective rooms. She was higher up the building than he was so he would exit before her. Almost at his floor, Jon took Megan in his arms and kissed her long and hard on her soft lips. His tongue softly penetrated her lips and danced with hers as his hands found the small of her back. He pulled her to him so that there was no longer air between them. The two had become one. Megan responded warmly to his advances, she wanted this. She wanted him. The doors to the elevator opened and he let go of her as quickly as he took hold.
Touching the side of her face he said “Good night Megan, thank you for joining me.” And he was gone.
Megan rode the elevator to her rooms. Once inside she closed the door and just leant against it for several minutes not really comprehending what actually happened over the last two hours. She actually expected that Jon would put the hard word on her. But other than that kiss he didn’t, he could not have been more of a gentleman. In fact the more she thought about it she thought he was maybe a little too perfect.
“Ah Ha!! So that’s it. That is his game plan huh!” She said to herself as she poured another glass of wine and admired the amazing view. It took her breathe away everytime she looked out the windows of the Penthouse suite. She did have a giggle to herself that she was in the Penthouse suite. Although she was a very successful business woman in her own right she really wasn’t anyone special. Yet here she is in this beautiful room over looking the city lights of this beautiful city. And he, the most famous, not to mention the most gorgeous and sexy Rock Star in the entire world had to stay on a lower floor. “If that’s how you want to play Jon, I can play that way too. Let’s just hope you don’t get in over your head.”
The night with Jon was a beautiful one. They had a really nice time and the conversation flowed easily. There was tension in the air as both were attracted to each other, that was obvious. A little too obvious actually – but both of them had been on their best behaviour and neither made one step out of line. Megan found Jon incredibly attractive obviously – just like any woman would, by the same token though she didn’t want to throw herself at him. She knew she would eventually enjoy the grand pleasure of his body on hers. But she wasn’t going to give in that easily. He would have to work for it.
Finishing her wine Megan showered. She dressed in her night clothes and got into the soft satin sheets of the Archibald. She lay awake for hours. In the silence she pieced together the events of the night. Never did she believe that after all these years she would be in this situation. However she was very thankful she was her right now. She knew that if this were a few years ago she would not have coped. But with age comes maturity.
Megan had dealt with so many difficult and heart breaking things in her short life that at this point she knew she could deal with it. Never would she allow her heart to be broken yet she was willing to play for a while. As Jon obviously was.
Megan had to constantly remind herself that Jon had a family. Children. A wife – his high school sweetheart! She knew she wouldn’t be responsible for breaking up a family. She would never steal a man from his wife. But then again she reflected, if a man didn’t want to be stolen he wouldn’t want to play.
Megan thought back to her own high school sweetheart. She thought she had loved Michael. The two had been a couple for many months. All her friends told her that they looked great together. On a night when all of her girl friends were having a sleepover one of them had asked her what was he like.
“What do you mean", was Megan’s reply.
It wasn’t until the conversation progressed that Megan understood what was infact being spoken about. Megan had been a virgin at the time and of course never having done anything other than kissing had no idea what Michael was like in that area. The room was absolutely stunned with the exception of Krystal because she knew all of Megan’s secrets – so she thought anyway. Michael was considered a great catch, he was the King of the pride. The stud muffin! And he had had a bit of a reputation with the ladies. The question on everyone’s lips was “How could the two of them have lasted so long if she wasn’t putting out?”
Megan explained that she was saving herself for the right time and person.
She never did become intimate with Michael.
Smiling to herself as she lay in the comfort of the Archibald all these years later, she would love to have those girls in her room right now and tell them the story about the right time!
If they didn’t believe her then they sure as eggs wouldn’t believe her now. “Ah Jon, who would have thought it would be you?”
Sleep finally too hold. And Megan drifted off.
You are on Chapter 9 of Day to Day
© Cindi – Today 2007
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