That evening Victoria took special pains to look her best. Tom had booked her into a really nice hotel. The bathroom alone was probably costing him an arm and a leg. It had double black porcelain sinks dropped deep into a dark green marble top. The middle of the marble counter dipped down into a make-up table with a pull-out drawer for storage. On the wall hung a swing-out mirror with lights for make-up application and a small embroidered stool under the vanity. As Victoria sat on it in nothing but a black lace bra and matching panties, she carefully applied her make-up. Her hair had been dried, well brushed, and swept out behind her in a healthy glowing red mane. Her nails were perfectly manicured and lacquered subtle silver, just like her toes.
When finished, Victoria went to the closer and carefully chose an outfit for the evening. As she flipped through the clothes hanging, she finally came across it ... a tight black pantsuit, not skin tight, but tight enough to show off ample curves. The pants had a matching long sleeve jacket which was trimmed in black velvet. The jacket was just long enough to brush the top of her pants. The first four buttons were left open and the cleavage she revealed was enough to weaken the resolve of any man. But the only man she was interested in weakening tonight was Colin. She was wearing high-heeled black sandals tipped with silver to top off the whole outfit.
Looking into the full-length mirror on the closet door one last time, Victoria couldn't help but think of Colin's looks as well. Some of Colin's co-stars had described him as "absolutely awesome" and "aesthetically pleasing", but Victoria opted for stunner. How else would you describe a soulful face, poet's brow, cherub lips and ocean-blue eyes? He had eyes that could look right through you to your inner soul. His long hair constantly fell into his eyes, hinting of the sexuality that was about to burst out of him. His six-foot frame was long and lean like a panther. Victoria couldn't help but shiver in anticipation of the evening to come.
As the phone rang from the front desk, informing her that she had a visitor in the front lobby, Victoria took one last look in the mirror, mentally calming herself. Taking one last look behind her, she closed the door and headed for the elevator.
Colin made a good first impression by arriving on time with a black stretch limousine complete with chauffeur and security. Victoria was impressed but also nervous. "Wow!" was all Colin could get out at first. He watched the long legs striding gracefully, the firm breasts in the black jacket, and the eyes that were locked to his. Christ, she was beautiful! And he smiled to himself as suddenly she stood there, looking up at him as sexy as he had ever seen anyone be. He held out his hand, taking hers and lifting it to his lips. Looking down at her as his lips slowly caressed her fingers, he said, "You are beautiful."
"Sorry I kept you waiting." She smiled and her voiced seemed deeper, sexier than it had been this afternoon. "I hope you haven't been waiting too long."
His blue eyes reached deep into hers. He smiled a smile that melted women's hearts, and if not their hearts, their resistances. It was a half smile ... a smile that touched his lips and his eyes. "Some things are worth waiting for."
She laughed. "Thank you, Colin."
