You pay the driver and climb out of the cab, receiving a beaming smile from a passer-by as you straighten up and adjust your outfit. A smart suit...skirt to mid-thigh...nicely tailored jacket accentuating your curves...just a hint of cleavage. You return the favour, your cheeky grin revealing your perfect teeth and you know you made the right choice. Sexy but sophisticated...mature but slightly daring. You need to make the right impression...this could be your first big contract.
Four years hard work, learning your art, followed by another two earning enough to start up the company...you have to make this work. You look down at the glossy brochure in your right hand and smile...the photographer had done a great job. The name in big bold letters sums it up..."The Candi Collection". You move your gaze to the brand new, stylish apartment block in front of you and take a deep breath.
The speaker on the intercom springs into life taking you by surprise. "Hello?" comes the voice.
"Hi....it's Candi....sorry I'm a little early."
"Not a problem, Candi...perfect timing in fact...come on up."
You press the top button...twice as big as the rest...and the lift doors close. You shut your eyes wondering precisely what will await in the "Sky Loft". You try to think of cubic feet, ergonomics and feng shui, but your thoughts are elsewhere...that voice...so soft and reassuring...yet at the same time quite masterful. You just hope and pray he won't look as good as he sounds...you cannot risk jeopardising this one. "Control yourself Candi!" you giggle.
Fifteen minutes later, you are still repeating that phrase in your head. Tall, dark and handsome...you always hated clichΓ©s...but you decide to make an exception this time. He leads you around the enormous unfurnished loft apartment, but you hardly notice anything except his muscular frame, chiselled looks and hypnotic voice. Full length picture windows looking out onto the Chicago skyline don't even draw your gaze. Brushed steel and aluminium poles rising from a polished hardwood floor to a ceiling far above seem almost ordinary in comparison. The designs on your mind right now have nothing at all to do with living space.
Stopping in front of one of the picture windows, he turns to face you and smiles. "You haven't heard a word I've said....have you?"
You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and try to mutter something sensible. "Uhhh, yes ....of course Mr Shep..."
Your lame excuse is cut short as he puts a finger to your lips, his smile so reassuring. "Shhh...no need...and call me Tom." Tom leans forward, removes his finger and replaces it with his own lips. You feel yourself melt as you receive his tender kiss. He holds it for a second before moving his head back to stare into your eyes. His smile, more sensual this time...his eyes, so mesmerising. "Is that what you were thinking about?"
Your power of speech still deserting you, you nod like an embarrassed schoolgirl caught stealing from the candy jar. Tom doesn't say another word, but instead moves his head towards you again. This time you meet him halfway, your lips drawn together like magnets. His hand on the back of your neck stroking your hair and pulling you in closer. Tongues exchanging...the kiss becomes more passionate. You feel the adrenaline flood your veins...can this really be happening?
Up against the window he pushes you. You feel the coldness of the glass through the back of your jacket and it makes you shiver. Your neck, your ears, your chin...his kisses start to spread driving you wild with desire. You feel him start to struggle with the buttons on your jacket, trying to free your naked flesh. The impatience is too much for you and you reach down and rip your jacket open. The sound of brass buttons striking the wooden floor rings out. Congratulating yourself on your choice of a front-fastening bra, you deftly release the clasp allowing your pert breasts to escape.
Encouraged by your display of urgency, Tom quickens his pace. Hands caressing your breasts...fingers teasing your erect nipples. He drops down to take one in his mouth and you gasp. He senses your delight and moves to your other nipple...sucking harder this time. His attentions move to the rest of your torso...tender kisses sprinkling over your skin. You feel the anticipation build. Goosebumps appearing on your skin...tingling sensations in your most secret parts...every single nerve ending on heightened alert, not knowing where the next kiss might appear.