Precisely on time, greeted by Monsieur Jordan, Miranda felt this was going to be an excellent fantasy.
The bed was done in white over white. The magnolia's were floating in Waterford crystal. Made by the factory for Miss Miranda. The long stemmed crystal was another one of a kind. They were perfectly balanced in a man and a woman's hand.
Elegance, indulgence, mystery was what the next few days would be all about. She knew her client better than he knew himself. All though he was an expert in Miranda. He would know her physically, emotionally and their fantasies were shared. Once they found one another their search was done. She remembered the night their hands touched casually. He was at the Baccarat table reaching for his drink Cristal. He was a big winner at the table. Miranda recalled the woman he was with, she kept kissing his ears. She would almost let herself flow into it. Then this brick wall exterior would throw a big cold barren of waves at her.
Miranda knew her type she talked a great game. Sexual eroticism was implied dusk to dawn. Then they would meet it wasn't so sexy being with a man of great power. Miranda always knew their ego's needed more stroking. They wanted to be allowed to let go. Soar on clouds. Touch the edge of paradise. Many times. Yet, the power was never to be forgotten. Miranda allowed all of her clients the luxury of being worshipped. Unconditionally adored, between them if they could dream it they could do it.
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His hand was strong, elegant fingers, sensually molded between thumb and forefinger. Well manicured always commanding the best. He had a warm touch. She also knew he had never reaped the passions he paid top dollar for. Well, that changes tonight Doug Brooks. His face turned a split second before he placed his drink down. Their eyes piercing into one another's. Multitudes of emotions were being conveyed. Never speaking a word she let him know she was available. Walking away from him was the deal breaker. She had to show her ass was worth more than any other woman's in that place.
She walked on her tip toes taking long sensual strides. Hips moved equally erotic. She had worn the perfect dress almost to short to be legal. Miranda pulled this all together. She was baiting his desires. In her little sheer and satin red dress, her nude legs. Any man would gladly be willing to give a year of life just to be able to touch her legs. Well, defined thighs beautifully evocative. Those shapely legs to their dainty ankles made few men weep. She felt her back and the dress cupping her ass was being taken in with great interest. It's when she stopped. Sideways stance casually glancing over her shoulder. She knew she had him hooked. She knew he expected to own her, after a little while she might let him.
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As she went up the glass elevator she couldn't get his eyes out of her mind. He had fire in his eyes, yet his face was a perfect mask. She gets in her room that night. Made a call to the necessary people to have sent a gorgeous box of Macanudo cigars to a Mr. Doug Brooks. It simply read 'Miranda'.
She knew that she was moving into another realm of her passions. Tonight would be a night to learn about Mr. Brooks. This would be a new beginning for her too.
How long ago was this she had felt this rush of adrenaline? This igniting spark at the mere mention of his name. She knew down to the second their hand touched. But this was the first big fantasy. They had conversed she made some trips out of town. They stay well connected tonight would be their first introduction of this complex relationship.
"Jordan you have this place looking just like my fantasy." Miranda smiled into his dark eyes.
