lamely. Then trying to recover, “As well as the story of how the author got it published. You know, by starting as fan fiction. There was a story on NPR about it.”
“Oh yeah, I heard that story, too.”
She pictured Josh as Christian Grey and felt a zing low in her belly. He was the full package-- late twenties like her, smart, handsome, successful, fit... Very fit. The two of them ran together in the mornings when they traveled on business and she happened to know he was constructed of chiseled muscle and power. Why hadn't she ever fallen for him before? Because dating people from work is a mistake , she told herself firmly.
She ordered coffee and chocolate mousse after dinner because she always ordered dessert when traveling on the company tab and because she really needed the chocolate to satisfy the waves of lust that were pumping through her. She ate the entire thing and licked the spoon, suddenly conscious of Josh's eyes on her. She couldn't help herself, she gave the spoon one more slow lick, deliberately meeting and holding his eyes, and watched as his pupils dilated and his face took on a hungry look.
He wanted her. And she wanted him. Well why shouldn't they have a little fun? He wasn't dating anyone, as far as she knew. People hooked up with co-workers on business trips all the time. Why shouldn't she get in on the fun? Especially after all that Fifty Shades of Gray talk. He just might be the one guy who could actually help her find the elusive “O”. She shivered a bit with the thought of him dominating her. Yes. She was going for it.
“You running in the morning?” she asked Josh when they reached the hotel lobby.
“Of course. How does 6:30 am sound?”
“Sounds great. Do you want to go check out the workout room right now, just to see what they have?” she asked as casually as she could. She was trying to disengage the two of from the Bakers without arousing suspicion. She prayed he was on board with her plan.
“Sure, let's go.” He pressed the elevator button for level two and they stepped off together, bidding the Bakers good night. She hesitated when she got off, looking right and left, and felt Josh's hand at her low back, guiding her in the right direction. It was such a subtle gesture. A manly gesture of guiding a woman. She tried to remember if he had done it to her before. Was he on board? The elevator doors had fully closed behind them and Josh stopped. He took out his room key card and held it up.
“I have an exercise room I could show you,” he said with a smirk.
She smiled slowly, seductively, she hoped. “Which floor?”
“Eighth.” He turned back and hit the elevator button to go up. They stepped into the elevator and when the doors closed she launched herself at him, the wine still giving her confidence. She backed him into a corner, lips glued to his. He was laughing, one arm wrapped around her waist, one hand squeezing her ass. “You look so hot in these jeans,” he said between kisses.
“Mmm.... do I?” She pulled away at hit the emergency stop button on the elevator. “Have you ever done it in an elevator?”
“Oh, you are a naughty one, aren't you?”
“Mmm hmm, you can spank me for it later,” she murmured, her heart picking up speed with the words. If only he would. God, please let this be the man who knows how give it to me the way I like it.
“You better believe I'm going to spank you,” he said, his teeth nipping her neck as one hand caressed her breast through her blouse.
“What's the emergency?” a sharp female voice came on over a loudspeaker.
Startled, she shrieked and jumped back away from Josh. He covered his mouth in silent laughter. When she couldn't answer, he said, “Oh, did we press the emergency button? I'm sorry, we were trying to get to the eighth floor.”
“Uh huh,” the call attendant said sarcastically as if she didn't believe him for minute. “Press the button with the number eight on it, then.”
“Oh okay, I'll do
“Oh yeah, I heard that story, too.”
She pictured Josh as Christian Grey and felt a zing low in her belly. He was the full package-- late twenties like her, smart, handsome, successful, fit... Very fit. The two of them ran together in the mornings when they traveled on business and she happened to know he was constructed of chiseled muscle and power. Why hadn't she ever fallen for him before? Because dating people from work is a mistake , she told herself firmly.
She ordered coffee and chocolate mousse after dinner because she always ordered dessert when traveling on the company tab and because she really needed the chocolate to satisfy the waves of lust that were pumping through her. She ate the entire thing and licked the spoon, suddenly conscious of Josh's eyes on her. She couldn't help herself, she gave the spoon one more slow lick, deliberately meeting and holding his eyes, and watched as his pupils dilated and his face took on a hungry look.
He wanted her. And she wanted him. Well why shouldn't they have a little fun? He wasn't dating anyone, as far as she knew. People hooked up with co-workers on business trips all the time. Why shouldn't she get in on the fun? Especially after all that Fifty Shades of Gray talk. He just might be the one guy who could actually help her find the elusive “O”. She shivered a bit with the thought of him dominating her. Yes. She was going for it.
“You running in the morning?” she asked Josh when they reached the hotel lobby.
“Of course. How does 6:30 am sound?”
“Sounds great. Do you want to go check out the workout room right now, just to see what they have?” she asked as casually as she could. She was trying to disengage the two of from the Bakers without arousing suspicion. She prayed he was on board with her plan.
“Sure, let's go.” He pressed the elevator button for level two and they stepped off together, bidding the Bakers good night. She hesitated when she got off, looking right and left, and felt Josh's hand at her low back, guiding her in the right direction. It was such a subtle gesture. A manly gesture of guiding a woman. She tried to remember if he had done it to her before. Was he on board? The elevator doors had fully closed behind them and Josh stopped. He took out his room key card and held it up.
“I have an exercise room I could show you,” he said with a smirk.
She smiled slowly, seductively, she hoped. “Which floor?”
“Eighth.” He turned back and hit the elevator button to go up. They stepped into the elevator and when the doors closed she launched herself at him, the wine still giving her confidence. She backed him into a corner, lips glued to his. He was laughing, one arm wrapped around her waist, one hand squeezing her ass. “You look so hot in these jeans,” he said between kisses.
“Mmm.... do I?” She pulled away at hit the emergency stop button on the elevator. “Have you ever done it in an elevator?”
“Oh, you are a naughty one, aren't you?”
“Mmm hmm, you can spank me for it later,” she murmured, her heart picking up speed with the words. If only he would. God, please let this be the man who knows how give it to me the way I like it.
“You better believe I'm going to spank you,” he said, his teeth nipping her neck as one hand caressed her breast through her blouse.
“What's the emergency?” a sharp female voice came on over a loudspeaker.
Startled, she shrieked and jumped back away from Josh. He covered his mouth in silent laughter. When she couldn't answer, he said, “Oh, did we press the emergency button? I'm sorry, we were trying to get to the eighth floor.”
“Uh huh,” the call attendant said sarcastically as if she didn't believe him for minute. “Press the button with the number eight on it, then.”
“Oh okay, I'll do
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