Chapter 29 - Emily

**EMILY**

When Emily finally arrived at her apartment, she slammed the door behind her into the lock and took a deep breath. The familiar surroundings made her feel safe.
She went to the bathroom first. Without hesitation, she took off her sweaty gym clothes and threw them in the hamper. As she untied her braid, she was hit by the tart scent of the masculine shower gel she had used in the luxury suite. Suddenly, a pleasant shiver ran through her, making her skin tingle, and the memory of the rainforest shower with its gentle, even stream of water returned. She sighed softly and imagined for a moment what it would be like to enjoy a shower like that every day. Not just the tingling of the water, but the whole atmosphere - the luxurious suite, the softness of the towels, the scent of expensive shower gel, all pampering her senses.
“Stop it, Emily,” she scolded herself, shaking her head. She took the bag from the drugstore out of her gym bag and put it on the shelf in the bathroom. “This life of luxury is only for pampered people. I don’t need it.” But even as she said that, a feeling of longing crept into her heart. It wasn’t that she wanted to live in such luxury every day, but to dream? You could dream, couldn’t you?
As she thought about the shower’s incredible number of buttons and levers, her suspicion grew that this shower could do more than just let water trickle over her body. Maybe it had different functions - adjustable water jets, massage jets, steam, maybe even music or lighting effects. Emily imagined how she could relax under the warm jets after a long, stressful day, how the tingling would release her tension. Just thinking about it made her moan with pleasure.
“Oh, stop it,” she murmured again, this time almost amused at herself. “You are not a spoiled luxury woman.” She looked into the mirror, trying to reason with herself. Of course it was okay to dream. But she also knew that this world was not for her - a life of luxury and abundance belonged to others, not to her. Still, she couldn’t shake the thought that for a few hours she had been part of that carefree world.
As Emily applied a little oil to a cotton pad and gently dabbed at her eyelashes, her thoughts turned to her boss’s former boyfriend. This tall, slender blonde who, with her flawless figure and perfect smile, could easily have shone on a runway. She wasn’t just a woman Alexander had booked - no, she seemed to come from another world, a world of glossy magazines, luxurious parties and tailored elegance. Emily wondered how many times this woman had been in this very luxury suite, how many times she had pampered herself in this very shower, and how many times she had enjoyed the kind of life Emily could only dream of.
*Maybe she’s not that tall*, Emily suddenly thought. *High heels can make you look much taller.* The thought reassured her a little, even though she shouldn’t have been worried. It was absurd to compare herself to a woman who was no longer in Alexander’s life. But somewhere the insecurity nagged at her. She wondered what Amelie looked like - the woman he had booked for tonight and who, for whatever reason, had canceled. Was she as stunning as the blonde? Or maybe something completely different?
She wiped her eyes with a clean cloth and was a little shocked at how much black mascara was still on her skin. The beautician had been very generous. Emily sighed and continued to dab at her face - eyes, cheeks, lips. She wanted it all to disappear, every trace of the glamorous evening that seemed so foreign to her. Minutes passed as she continued to work in mechanical motions until she was finally sure that her skin was truly clean.
As she entered the living room, which doubled as her bedroom, her eyes wandered over the familiar furniture. The small sofa bed, which served as a comfortable sitting area during the day, dominated the room. It wasn’t much, but it belonged to her. She stretched a little and then sank onto the couch. The thought that Alexander could be in the suite right now, where luxury and elegance were everywhere, made her stomach flutter. She was here - and he was so far away. She sat back and closed her eyes. “You can dream,” she murmured, “but eventually you wake up anyway.”
She got up, unfolded the couch, took the sheets and bedding out of the box, and prepared her bed for the night. Every move felt familiar, and yet there was one thought that stuck in her mind like a little thorn - the suite. The bed there must be heavenly, soft and inviting, a nest of luxury and comfort. *I should have stayed*, she thought, smoothing the covers. Why had she worried so much about her appearance, about the sweaty clothes, the smeared makeup? Probably no other woman in the world would have turned down such a tempting offer. She had missed her chance, and now it was too late.
With a sigh, she sank onto the sofa bed. The mattress was nowhere near as comfortable as the living area of the suite, but she was too tired to think about it. Her limbs felt heavy and she pulled the blanket over her, closing her eyes and trying to put the day behind her.
But she couldn’t. Again and again she had to think of Alexander. The memory of his touch, so familiar and incredibly intense, made her heart beat faster. The taste of his passionate kisses, the deep sound of his voice - and that look, piercing and burning, as if he could see into her soul. Every time she tried to shake the thoughts off, they only pushed themselves to the forefront.
She rolled onto her side, pulling the blanket closer around her, trying to feel the warmth she had felt in his embrace. But there was only the emptiness deep inside her, the feeling that she might have missed an opportunity that could have changed her life. She couldn’t stop imagining what would have happened if she had stayed. Would he have come back sometime during the night and joined her? Would he have kissed her again, held her in his arms and caressed her naked body? The thought sent a hot shiver down her spine. Despite her tiredness, there was a restless tingling that wouldn’t leave her.
“Stop it,” she whispered to herself and closed her eyes even tighter. But Alexander’s face crept back into her mind like a shadow that wouldn’t go away.
Automatically, she ran her hands over her heated body, caressing herself, thinking of his tender kiss on her shoulder, his caressing hands at the nape of her neck. Her fingers slid over her breasts and her nipples stood up steeply. Everything inside Emily was vibrating with desire. She pinched her hard nipples and squeezed her thighs together, increasing the pressure on her clit. Her breathing quickened. Right now she could be under him in bed, enjoying a sensitive and persistent fuck. His hard penis in her wet love cave, sliding in and out deeply and sensitively, driving her to bliss in a steady rhythm.
Emily shivered and lifted her stomach. She ran one hand between her thighs and began to rub her pulsating bud, while the other hand continued to caress her breasts. Although she was tired, the thought of Alexander lifted her spirits. The tingling intensified, she inhaled and exhaled harder, rubbing harder against her body. Suddenly she couldn’t stand it anymore. Moaning, she let a finger slide into her wet pussy, thrusting hard and throwing her head back, panting. It took only a few seconds for her to reach a glorious climax. “Alexander!” She called his name as she enjoyed her orgasm, twitching.
“Alexander,” she breathed as she finally found her well-deserved sleep, exhausted and deeply satisfied.