Whereas sweet Emma was nervous for her date with Elijah, he was excited to see where the night was going to take them. To be honest, even with the intimate texts they had exchanged, he still saw her as a good, wholesome girl. He never thought she would be the type to respond to him with such enthusiasm, but as their conversations continued, he knew he could teach her a thing or two about pleasure. She was not entirely innocent, as he had come to realize, but there was much she had yet to do. After that fateful encounter they had before she left for vacation, his thoughts had been consumed by her. A moment didn’t go by where he didn’t think about her and what she was up to at the time. He was truly smitten with her and this date tonight was going to give him an opportunity to get to know her better, and perhaps give her the hands-on training she voiced she needed throughout their naughty exchanges. Although she didn’t seem like the “sleep with a guy on her first date” kind of girl, he knew it was possible if she showed that same enthusiasm she had when texting him and touching herself for him.
One of the things he loved about her was that, yes, his place of work and residence and the “job” he created for himself were not conventional by any standards, but she still accepted him regardless of that. It was a palace of intimacy and desire and she just so happened to want to work there as a maid, so he hired her almost on the spot when they interviewed. She voiced her concerns with guests before, but he never expected one of his guests to take it so far. He was furious when that guy broke one of the golden rules of the hotel, “ABSOLUTELY NO touching staff without appropriate consent” and banned him for life, not to mention letting his security guard get one hell of a beating on him to teach him a lesson about touching women inappropriately. And it wasn’t like that guy could sue – yes, his whole operation was technically illegal, but being the successful millionaire that he was, he had loopholes and blackmail aplenty to keep his business afloat.
When Elijah spotted her coming into the restaurant they agreed on, one that was only a short drive away from his luxurious manor, he stood up immediately to greet her. He was dressed casually in a white dress shirt that complimented his bulging muscles, slacks, and nice dress shoes. And yes, he towered over her when she trotted over to him, her smaller stature pressing into his much larger form. His strong arms wrapped around her and he held her close, just like he hadn’t seen her in forever. His hands held her by the hips and threatened to reach around for a moment, eager to put his hands everywhere they talked about during their texts. But he was polite for now, letting her ramble cutely which he responded with a soft chuckle. The smell of his expensive cologne likely flooded her nostrils as he leaned in to whisper into her ear smoothly.
“I don’t mind your rambling – but it’s nice to know I’ve been missed,” he teased her lightly, and he took another bold move by pressing a kiss to her soft cheek. “I’ve missed you too, Emma,” he continued with a huge grin before pulling her chair out for her so she could have a seat. His eyes studied her from head to toe, licking his lips shamelessly as he thought about lifting her pretty dress and digging his hand into her curls. Finally, and stubbornly, he pulled away from her and took his seat across from her. “How was your vacation? Did you get the relaxation you needed? You certainly liked my advice on how to relax…” Elijah taunted her, referencing the times she touched herself at his request, making her cum without even being in her presence yet.
Elijah pulled her into embrace that started out innocent but nearly made Emma gasp. His hands wandered dangerously close to her derriere and wow, what a thrill. Not only that, but he kissed cheek, and that had Emma positively lighting up like a Christmas tree, going bright red. Their embrace was broken as quickly as it had happened, and she was given a reprieve to breathe as they settled in their seats. Her head spun, full of only Elijah, nobody else in the room.
God, he looked so good tonight. Smelled so good. Emma made a mental note to ask him what cologne, if any, he was wearing. But maybe later. For now, she’d focus on rambling less and letting him lead the conversation more. Once he mentioned her relaxing, and with that grin on his face, Emma softly bit down on her lip. Her cheeks flushed and she felt her body respond to his words. Oh god, not so soon. His cheeky, silly words had the power to arouse her like this, and they hadn’t even gotten their menus. This was going to be one hell of a dinner to sit through.
“It was a wonderful vacation, thank you,” Emma said, looking down at her lap and then back up at him, forcing herself not to lose composure and stay focused. “Havana was even more gorgeous than I ever could have imagined. I only wished you had been there, honestly…” She made no mention of the other thing, knowing that if they got onto that topic, she (and the state of her undergarments) would certainly be in trouble.
