She let herself fall backward onto the bed, disappearing into the luxurious mattress.
For several minutes, she remained perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling and allowing the softness beneath her to cradle her body. It was unlike any bed she had ever slept on. Her imagination wandered, and she found herself wondering what it would be like to share such a beautiful room—and such an impossibly comfortable bed—with someone she desired.
Eventually, she smiled to herself and reached for her phone.
She dialed Peter's number. When he answered, she teased him playfully, telling him she was already in the room, waiting for him. The flirtation was deliberate; she knew it would make him eager to finish whatever was keeping him and return as quickly as possible.
After ending the call, she made her way to the bathroom.
She took her time beneath the warm shower, allowing the water to wash away the tension of the day. She carefully cleansed herself, lingering over her routine until she felt completely refreshed.
When she emerged, she had changed into a matching red lingerie set that made her feel confident and attractive. She paused briefly before the mirror, satisfied with her reflection, then returned to the bedroom.
Picking up a glass of champagne from the coffee table, she settled comfortably onto the soft bed once more. She lowered the temperature of the air conditioner until the room was pleasantly cool, reached for the remote, and switched on the television.
With the gentle music still drifting through the room, she took a slow sip of champagne and waited for Peter's arrival.
At exactly twenty-six past eight pm, the door slides open again and Peter in his entire glory stepped in. He was in a dashing black suit with a red tie that matched her underwear. What a coincidence?
But Heaven was already angry; why would he keep her horny and waiting? No woman likes the combination of those. She refused to get up from the bed to welcome him and said nothing either.
Reading her facial expression, he knew immediately he was in for a little trouble. Those that later ignite the fire of passionate love. He kept her waiting on purpose. This will keep her anticipating, which is a good thing.
"I'm really sorry, baby; it was work and traffic. I didn't mean to keep this goddess waiting." He said and fell on the bed, with the tip of his finger tardily brushing her right hand. She ignored him, acting up.
"I'm really sorry, baby," he said one more time, making a face and drawing it closer to her lips.
"Alright, just go and take a shower. You smell of sweat and cigars." She responded, faking a smile. He was wrong to keep her horny and waiting, but she wasn't going to let that spoil the night. She has waited so long for this night.
"That's my baby girl," he said hurriedly, giving her a wet peck on her right cheek.
Quickly, he undressed to just boxers and was heading to the bathroom when she grabbed his left hand, swiftly pulled him back to the bed and with all sexiness said,
"If you don't kiss me right now, I will never forgive you."
Without taking another breath, he leaned closer, and his mouth crushed down on hers. Warm lips molded over hers, one hand tangled in her hair, the other reaching low and splayed over the curve of her spine, and she did nothing to stop him, to allay the onslaught to her senses.
Instead, she closed her eyes and felt the wonder of his mouth, the gentle scratch of his goatee against her skin, and the heat of his body against hers. His tongue slid easily past her teeth, the tip touching the ridges along the roof of her mouth as he tasted her, touched her. She kissed him back, her own tongue exploring this man of whom she knew so little, who irritated her not long ago.
The best fireworks in China didn't stand a chance when compared to the display going off in her head at that moment. The kiss lasted for barely a minute, but its impact was felt all over her body. She had trouble drawing a breath and difficulty thinking and was only able to say "Wow," blinking as though she had just awoken from a dream. A smile tardily appeared on Peter's lips as he left for the bathroom without saying a word.
She fell back into the bed grinning, excited; she knew exactly what he was doing; she had played the game before. The ability to delay, not to give in totally, to keep your victim wanting more is the ultimate art of seduction. Anticipation is half the fun.