Chapter 22: Don’s Day 2

“I want you to want me,” Don whispered.

“I am out on a date with you, isn’t that proof enough that I want you?” she asked.

“Come with me. Come up to my penthouse. I want to show you that I am not who you think I am.”

“I don’t know, Don. This is only our second date,” Laura reasoned.

“Come upstairs. I want you to know me. We’re grown folks. Please. This is important to me if we go any further.” Don’s eyes were insistent and his voice was wavering. Do players get emotional? Do players have a tender side?

He put his hand over hers. Then he squeezed it, anxiously awaiting her reply. He started to perspire.

This was new. He could have any woman on the club scene. But he wanted this one and right now.

“Laura, we can’t go backwards. Let’s move forward together. I need a woman like you, not just for a few easily forgettable but passionate moments. I need you to take a chance on me and be my woman, my lady. Being around you is changing me. I want a relationship, not a hook up. Please.”

It was not every day that she got to ride in a limousine then was invited up to a luxury penthouse. But she did not care about how rich he was. He was charming, too, and she could see all of the danger signs. She moved her hand from under Don’s and put it in her lap, barely covered by her “something sexy” dress he had asked her to wear tonight.

Don was puzzled. He took her hand from her lap and rested it on his lap. Most women did not reject him. And he could not remember ever having to beg a woman to sleep with him.

She felt him getting hard under her hand. Just before she was about to move her hand away, he started kissing her neck and telling her how beautiful she looked tonight. She relaxed and left her hand where it was.

“Will you come up? You are so lovely. Do you know that? Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. Just say the word and I’ll have my driver take you home. No harm no foul.”

“Don, I dunno. I don’t usually do things like this,” Laura explained and started shaking her head from side to side, about to refuse his invitation and deny him the pleasure that was on his mind.

“I have a guest room. Remember the slumber party we had with the guys? It could have the same positive energy but with just us. Sleep off the doubt, if you want, and I’ll hold you all night long. Just cuddling. Plus, you know my best friends. If I hurt you the fight we had at the concert would pale in comparison.”

His kisses had moved from her neck to her earlobes while he was trying to convince her. He whispered everything in her ear. He turned his head to kiss her on the mouth. One peck and she said okay.

“Okay Don, I’ll come up. Intimacy does not have to just be about sex.”

“My feelings exactly. I long for intimacy with you, sex or no sex tonight. You are having a powerful effect on me. Just give me a chance.”

At that they exited the limo and walked hand and hand towards the skyscraper that Don called home. He had a key card to get in and then a security code. She had seen movies with scenarios like this, but this was the real thing. Who was Don? Laura was intrigued. Once they were inside Don took her straight to the guest room that was actually a guest suite.

“See. It exists. You can put your wrap and purse in here.”

“Okay. I’d like to freshen up.”

“Of course. The powder room is through that door. I think I’ll get more comfortable while you do so.”

Freshening up gave her the opportunity to check out the entire guest suite and gain some control over her emotions. “What am I doing here?” She had not been with a man in a while. Here she was in the penthouse of a handsome and charming man who seeks to fulfill her wants, needs, and desires inside the bedroom and beyond for the long-term. Why not?

She emerged from the guest suite to see Don in pajamas sitting on a sofa in the living room. He stood up as soon as he saw her.

“Feeling better and more at home, I hope,” he said.

She nodded and went over to sit beside him.

“You should get more comfortable, too.”

“I’m fine.”

“Here, take this.” He took off his pajama top to give it to her to wear while he remained shirtless. He had six pack abs and the complexion and build of a bronze statue that an artist might create to celebrate beauty of the ideal man.

“You don’t mind?”

“No. Now you can say I gave you the shirt off my back. One request.”

“Sure. Okay. What?”

“Let me put it on you.”

This must be where she wakes up from the dream and realizes it’s time to get back to her boring and simple reality.

“Uhhh....”

“Come on. I can’t sit here as the host without you being comfortable.”

He unzipped her dress, and let it slip to the floor. She was wearing an ivory Merry Widow lingerie set with thigh high silk stockings and “come get me” silver sequined heels to match her dress.

“Your lingerie is exquisite.” He turned her around and looked her over. Ever modest, she grabbed the pajama top and put it on. “But the shoes have got to go,” he said encouragingly.

They sat back down on the sofa, but this time closer. He put her legs across his lap. He took off each heel. Then he took off each stocking. Laura started breathing harder. Don noticed that she was affected by his taking off some of her as lacy undergarments.

He smiled and said,”Not yet, Honey, this is all about you and I like to take my time.”

Then he set to work massaging her feet. She was thankful that she had gotten a pedicure at the department store’s spa and salon. When he stopped massaging her feet, he slowly kissed her all over her body, starting with the tops of her feet and worked his way up.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked her in a soft voice.

“No,” she exhaled, surrendering completely to his pleasuring her.

“Do you want to go home?” he asked her, pausing before kissing her on the lips and just about to touch her lace panties.

“No. Please don’t stop.” No man had ever engaged her in foreplay so well. This is why he is Don Juan, she thought.

“Let’s go to your room, then.”

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When she woke up, Don was not in bed with her. He was not anywhere in the rest of the penthouse, either. She had already started to beat herself up for having sex with him and staying the night when the front door opened. It was Don with a change of clothes and coffee and doughnuts for two.

“I hope you don’t mind. I looked at the tags in your clothes to get your size. A friend of mine owns a vintage boutique and she helped me pick out some things you might like. I got the shoes and granny panties from the dollar store.”

Well, he could definitely be thoughtful. She thanked him, took a shower, and dressed before donuts and coffee at the kitchen table.

“What time is it?” She suddenly remembered she had to get to rehearsal, falling hard and quickly back to reality. “I need my cello and my music. I’ll be late to 9 a.m. rehearsal.”

“Don’t worry, it’s only 7:00 a.m., you’ve got time. Time for work but time for me first.” He scooped her up and carried her back to the guest suite for an abbreviated repeat performance of last night’s seduction and sensuality.