For Someone Special...
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The hotel was beautiful, luxurious and elegant with a bar that was intimate and dark, the sort of place where romantic assignations could be conducted...
She was in Spain on business, researching local wines and it had been a long hard day of tasting samples and tramping around windy exposed vineyards.
The hotel restaurant looked appealing, but first of all she needed a drink. A stiff whisky and 7Up maybe. She had a magazine with her and there were plenty of comfortable chairs where she could sit and be invisible. The lift doors opened and she noticed how quiet it was. No awful music blaring out, just soft vocals from a song which she vaguely recognised. The bar was empty save for a dark haired man sat on one of the red leather bar stools. He had his back to her but she could see the attractive flecks of grey in his hair and heard him order a beer in a deep American accent.
She stood at the bar feeling hesitant. She had to admit she had a weakness for tall American men and he certainly looked sexy from the back. To the left of the bar was a cosy banquette seat and she made her way towards it. She could sit here with her magazine, check out the American and see what happened.
The barman noticed her immediately and at her request, expertly mixed her a Johnny Walker and 7Up. The measure was big enough to be a double and she took a sip, feeling the immediate relaxation hit her as it made its way down to her empty stomach. The American turned towards her and smiled. She noticed gorgeous eyes, an intelligent face, kissable lips...
She sat back on her seat and opened her magazine, detemined not to be caught up in trivial smalltalk. He looked attractive and that was the problem, where would an innocent chat lead? She concentrated on an article in the magazine, absent-mindedly sipping her drink. When the barman placed another in front of her she looked up in surprise.
"The gentleman..." he smiled and gestured towards the American.
She smiled. "Thank you." She lifted the drink to her lips as he watched. Their eyes met and she felt a twist of desire shoot through her, a slow melting inside that had everything to do with his smile, his smart business suit, the way he watched her enjoy her drink.
He made no more attempt to talk to her and after a while, she felt a slight disappointment. Obviously he was just being polite and after finishing her article she drained her glass and slid off the banquette seat, smiling a goodbye to the barman who was slowly polishing a glass, his eyes the picture of amusement.
"Mind if I join you?" The words spoken almost made her jump. "I take it you're dining in the hotel tonight?"
She stared at him, felt the colour rise in her cheeks and nodded, too shocked to say anything. He gently took her by the elbow and guided her through to the quiet restaurant where it appeared they were the only guests. "I'm Andy, by the way," he said pulling out a chair for her. "This is real good of you to have dinner with me tonight."
She smiled. "Well it's lovely to meet you, Andy. I'm Ella."
Thus introduced they sat and studied the menu. A hearty choice of dishes was on offer, but Ella felt her appetite disappear. She looked at the man opposite, noticed how attractive he was, how lovely his hands were. She had a sudden image of them clasping her back as she straddled him, tried to imagine how his face would look as he climaxed inside her...
"What would you like?"
Ella looked up and realised she had been dreaming, fantasising. The menu was a blur and the thought of eating a large meal was the last thing she wanted. "Um, I wonder if they'd make me a salad?"
