I turned about, taking in the rest of the apartment.
It had a spacious floor plan that gave a warm, inviting feeling. The floor was made of polished wood that looked like it’d been freshly mopped. He probably had maids that kept the place spotless. The sofa and lounge seats were all cream-colored and looked lush and comfortable. Near the window, there was a white grand piano.
This, I said to myself as I took everything in, is what I want. This is how I want to live. Except I'll never get here working for Christine.
"Is it?" Tyler asked as he walked over to the kitchen's bar and began tinkering with some glasses. "I paid enough for it, so it had better be."
I knew better than to ask how much. I probably didn’t want to know. I walked over to the window and stared out while Tyler busied himself. "I could learn to love this," I whispered, my heart soaring at the incredible view. Tyler's place made my tiny downtown apartment look like a hovel. Now I’d never view it the same again.
"Would you like something to drink?" Tyler asked me.
I half-turned, debating. I was already feeling a little tipsy from my martini and I didn’t want to do something stupid.
"No thanks," I declined. "I'm good."
Tyler peered at me. "You sure?"
"Positive."
He finished making a drink and walked over to me with a glass of clear liquid, his shoes making a hard tapping sound against the floor.
I turned back to the view and shook my head. “This place really is incredible. I’ve set some goals for myself, but I can’t imagine ever being in a place like this. I can barely afford a one-bedroom apartment on the salary Christine pays me."
Tyler reached my side and I could smell the alcohol in his glass. The smell was so strong it made my nostrils burn. I wondered what was in it.
"Why do you work for her?" He stared out the window with me while taking a sip from his glass.
I sighed. "I'm hoping that doors will open for me. There's a lot you can do with Christine Finnerman's name on your resume. If you’re interested in fashion, there’s no better place to start.”
He turned to study me. "Do you really believe it’ll pay off?
I thought for a moment. The fact is, I really didn't know. It's just what I hoped for. "I have to believe that it will."
"Sometimes believing isn't enough. Sometimes you gotta know."
"Well, sometimes you can't know, so believing is all that you can do."
Tyler's gaze became so intense that I could feel my skin crawl. "That's not good enough for me."
I shivered underneath his gaze, but I couldn’t help thinking about all the women he must bring to this place. "Is anything ever good enough for you?"
"You."
My heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry. Tyler moved in and I hesitantly backed up against the window. The glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the floor, but I hardly noticed it.
He reached over and ran his hand down my arm, caressing my skin softly. I trembled at his touch. It felt amazing.
"What are you doing?" I managed.
Tyler paused, his hand on my wrist. "What do you think?"
"I didn't come here to let you take me to bed,” I said.
"You didn't?" He had that playful grin on his face that I found so damn irresistible. "What did you think I was bringing you back here for? To bake s'mores?" He ran a finger up my arm, all the way up my shoulder and then my neck. He stopped at my neck as if he was counting my heartbeat.
"I-I-I'm not one of your whores," I stammered, my heart hammering within my chest.
"I never said you were," Tyler said, coming in close. The heat from his body was enough to send me up into flames. The next thing I knew, his burning lips were on my neck and I threw my head back against the window, letting out a giant sigh.
I shouldn't be doing this, I told myself frantically. I don't know this man.
But I couldn’t move. Tyler had claimed me, and my body was his playground. His hands roamed down to my breasts and he squeezed them slightly before moving down to the hem of my dress.
He moved his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. We kissed with passion as he grabbed my legs and hoisted me onto his waist, pressing my ass cheeks up against the window. It felt incredible, and any resistance I felt was washed away from the powerful lust coursing through my body.
If there was anyone who could see us in the surrounding hi-rise buildings, they had a wonderful view of my ass.
I was surprised when Tyler let me go, dropping me back to my feet, and knelt down before me. Looking up at me with that intense gaze, he raised my dress up to my abdomen, revealing my panties. He sniffed once, as if inhaling my scent, then he pulled them down, tossing them onto the wooden floor.
He placed his hands on my moist mound and I groaned. He slid a single finger inside and I gasped as he probed the inside of my canal for a moment before taking it back out. Even I could see the juices covering his finger. I was already soaking wet.
Looking up at me, he stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked on it.