Love Notes - Chapter 9

When we left off last week Rob had given Stephanie a gift, a rather unusual gift.  I don't think that's what Stephanie had in mind do you?  What do you suppose she'll do with her time alone?  Let's find out!

Chapter 9

by

Ellie Mack

Day 6  

            I worked all day on the presentation for the medical center.  I think the centrally located elevators and escalators near an atrium garden will make the whole thing pop.  I added a small water feature because the sound of water is soothing, and well hospital – soothing, yeah it seemed to work. 

            I've never told you but I have a photographic memory.  Yes, well I came back here, and worked on sketching out everything I saw at the clinic; the layout, the general floor design, I took it all in and stored the information in my little brain receptors, until I could sketch it. You probably would laugh at how I work, but I had my sketches sprawled out all over the floor, specific features I liked on the chair next to me, and more sketches spread out on the other side. 

            It works OK?  Trevor laughed at me, and made fun of my sketches but it helps me visualize, and see it in 3D.  He never respected my work anyway.  Why am I even bringing him up again?   Ugh, he’s already taken more from my life than I would have ever imagined.  I’m not going to give him anything more.  New rule:  no more mention of Trevor.  OK one final thing:  He's an ASS!

            I wonder if you’d laugh.  Would you mock me?  You don’t seem the type.  Would you be fascinated?  Hmm, I don’t know.  Would you be at least interested?  I would hope so.  Maybe someday I’ll get to find out.  This is what I do, it's how I express myself. 

            I missed you this morning, not being able to wake up next to you.  It made me sad.

            Oh and by the way baby, I LOST WEIGHT! SQUEAL!  I don’t expect you to notice, because you haven’t known me for long, but I’m stoked!  Maybe I’ll buy some new clothes here after all!  

            I looked around in the shop just down the street.  I didn’t find anything interesting, bummer.  I’m heading back to hotel now, finish up my presentation and pick up my work mess.  By then you should be back.  Take a hot shower together, have some more great sex, mmm sounds like a good plan to me.

Day 6

3:00 p.m. 

            It didn’t take much to finish up my presentation, I even ran through it twice. I had hoped that  you’d be back by now.  I picked up all my sketches and just stacked them on the table.  What can I say, I’m turning into a bad, bad girl.  Your present has been taunting me since I opened it.  I have to admit I’m curious and I did promise to keep an open mind to new adventures. 

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            Stephanie closed her journal, leaving the pen, in the crease between the pages.  It hadn’t taken much time at all to put the finishing touches on her presentation.  She kept glancing at the toy he’d left her.  Stephanie finished her tea, and wished she had something a bit stronger.  She wanted to try it , but was nervous and embarrassed.  There was no one to see her, and she knew Rob would ask.  She also knew he would want to play with it later with her. 

            That thought shot a zing straight through her.  Stephanie walked over to the fridge.  Rob had brought some things over with him that first night.  He’d showed her how to mix a few drinks since she didn’t drink much.  She took the bucket to the ice maker down the hall, filling it completely.  She could always use the rest to chill the wine later. 

            She opened the metal shaker container and added the ingredients just as he’d shown her.  Three measures of Bombay sapphire, one of vodka, half a measure of Lillet Blanc, then twisted the cap back on shaking it really well.  She shook it vigorously as she eyed the box, feeling a flush of pleasure.  There was something  seductive about daring to try something she had viewed as taboo.  The mixed emotions warred within her mind, the arguments for experiencing new things and those against tasting the forbidden.

            She reached into the cabinet and took out one of the glasses. She poured the mix into it and swirled.  Rob had a plastic container with lemons and a few long curls of lemon peel.  She picked one out licking her fingers, then swirled the glass and took a sip.  It was good, almost as good as when Rob had mixed them. This was a first for her as well, having a drink alone.  Oh, there were times she sipped wine at home alone but that was different.  Having a cocktail by yourself seemed foreign to her thinking.  Why hadn’t she?  Did she worry about what others thought?  Was she afraid she’d turn into an alcoholic?  She took another sip as she walked to the table opening her journal.

3: ish

            I have another first to report:  I made myself a cocktail just like you showed me and I’m having it by myself.  There is no one here but me and “the gift”.  Daddy used to come home and fix himself a mixed drink. I remember he drank Seven and seven; sometimes a highball, and sometimes Scotch.  I’ll have to try the scotch someday. 

            Usually when I have a drink I will go out with my friends.  Letti usually goes with me to The Suite and we typically get margaritas at happy hour. Love, love, love their tapas bar!  Can’t tell you how many times that was dinner.  A few drinks and a bit of tapas while we unwind and joke about the stupid things that happened throughout the day. 

NOTE:  Make sure to send Letti a gift – she’s an awesome friend!  She was there for me with all the crap with Trevor, and encouraged me to keep talking with you Rob. You may want to send her a thank you gift because I was so crushed after Trevor’s  . . . whatever you call it, that I was just going to hide in my office and never come out.  She thought it would be good for me to chat with you.  She thought it would be good to have a male friend that I could talk with and help me get over it. 

NOTE 2:  Buy a gift for Rob!  Don’t argue with me – you deserve it!

            I plan to introduce myself to your gift in a while, as soon as I get up my nerve.

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            Stephanie took a big swig of her drink, walking over to the box.  She took the toy out, holding it in her hand.  She turned it over examining it and giggled.  She couldn’t help it.  Somehow the idea seemed absolutely hilarious, and naughty.  She set her drink down and examined it a little closer.  There was a soft membrane on the base, she pushed it.  It began vibrating.  She laughed out loud, feeling the vibration tickling her hand. She pushed the button again and it vibrated faster.  A warm flush came over her as she chewed her lower lip.  She pushed it again and it vibrated so strongly it moved itself across her palm.  Her eyes grew larger as her hand tingled from the vibration.  She clicked it again and it shut off.

            Stephanie placed it back in the box and took her drink.  Her arm crossed over her waist, she stood looking at it.  Then she turned her hand over looking at her hand, it still tingled.  She slammed the remainder of her drink, walking back to the kitchenette area. 

            As she mixed up another drink, she thought of a name for her purple friend and giggled.  It was perfect.  She poured the ingredients in, shook the mixer doing a little happy dance when she decided she needed some music.  She popped her iPhone into her Griffin dock and selected her 'after hours' play list.  First up was NIckleback, and she did a little dance move as she dropped the lemon peel into her glass.  She picked up her glass, lifting it in toast to the toy and giggled.  She went back to her journal for a quick entry.

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            Thought of a name for “the gift”.  It is hereby named Mr. Prince!  I crack myself up!!  Going to  introduce myself, see if we can get acquainted.  LOL!

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            Stephanie walked over to the box, picking up her gift.  She took a big swig of her drink before setting the glass down.

            “Hi, my name’s Stephanie.  What’s yours?  OH, Mr. Prince nice to meet you.”

             She danced around a bit, thinking she needed a different song with a sultry beat, something provocative.  “So I hear you know how to show a girl a good time.  I’ve got a confession.  I’m not interested in a long term thing, just an occasional “booty call”.  See, I met this man.  He’s amazingly awesome.  I know you probably don't want to hear about him.  She took another sip. "Oh you don't mind?  Great because I think I'm in love with him.  Seriously!  He  is caring, sensitive, loving, adventurous, and quite sexy.  He’s very understanding about my needs, though.  In fact he encouraged me to get to know you.”

            She picked up her drink, swirling the glass before taking a big swig.  “I’m up for a bit of sport so long as you know I’m not looking for any major commitments.  What’s that?  You’ve been looking for a girl that just wanted a little action?   Oh, well . . . maybe you misunderstand.”

            She was beginning to feel a little tipsy, a little less inhibited as the thoughts of what she’d like to be doing with Rob filled her mind.  “See it’s like this.”  She slammed the rest of her drink, then set the glass down, blinking.  “Wow, that’s some powerful stuff.  I’ve had four margaritas before I felt like this.  Gonna have to talk to Rob about this.  I think he was trying to get me drunk before.  Anyway, I"m not interested in just a little action.  See, since I've gotten to know Rob, I feel almost insatiable.  It's like he flipped the switch on and I can't seem to shut it off.  I've got all these years to make up for.  So you see, you've got a real challenge.”  Stephanie giggled at herself for the ridiculous conversation, but decided she was having fun with it anyway.

            She danced back around to the little table and dug inside the box.  A bottle of lube, and instructions, and . . .”OOH!  What’s this?”  She reached into the box and pulled out a small velvety box.  She opened it, her eyes grew large.  She laid Mr. Prince down on the table.  “Oh Rob!  You are the most thoughtful amazing man.  I wish you were here so I could kiss you, and you know, all those other things.  Stephanie raced to the mirror to put the necklace on.  Her fingers tracing over the smooth gold, lifting the diamond studded infinity symbol from her chest.  It was beautiful!

            Stephanie walked back over and picked up Mr. Prince. “You see you have some stiff competition right? "  She blushed and and laughed at her statement.  "That's funny, don't you get it? Stiff?   It's funny!"  She set her glass in the small sink.  "I mean he’s amazing!  I don’t expect you to be buying me gifts, or calling me the next morning, got it?  And if things don’t work out – well don’t call me I’ll call you or not.  I’ll let you know. AS long as we understand each other, let’s get to it!”

            She moved to the bed.  She looked at the paper that said instructions then set them aside.  “Really?  I think I can figure things out here.”  She lifted her sundress over her head, and tossed it across the chair.  “Mr. Prince the first thing you should know I suppose is my name.  It’s Stephanie.  No, no last names. Let’s keep this as our little secret rendezvous.  You don’t have to tell me your first name either.  I like the mystery and intrigue.”

            Stephanie pushed the button once, and Mr. Prince began vibrating in a low hum. “Glad to see you’re excited.”  She rubbed it over her nipple then the other one.  The vibrations making her nipples harden and peak.  “Mmm, very nice.  Too bad you can’t lick though.”  She unfastened her bra, tossing it on top of her sundress.  She opened the bottle of lube and squeezed a bit over her nipples, then rubbed the vibrating tip over them.  Wow!  It felt really good.

            Her fingers slid lower, trailing down her stomach.  “Let’s see what else you can do.”  She pulled the silky fabric of her panties aside, caressing with her fingers, feeling herself grow moist.  “ I don’t think we’re going to need any of that lube, do you?”  She looked at her purple and silver toy, then slid it down her skin over her abdomen, touching against her belly button, down her lower abs to just above her clit.  She chewed her lip anxious to experience this new sensation, but a little apprehensive as well. 
        
          “ I don’t know, maybe I should have another drink before I let you get to know me intimately.” Heat was already pooling between her legs, thoughts of Rob walking in catching her made it seem even more daring and adventurous.  “ Oh what the hell.  Let’s go for it Mr. Prince.”  She touched the tip to her clit.  Her eyelids closed with the instant pleasure.  “Oh wow!”  She rubbed it against herself, enjoying the new sensation.  “Mmm, you’re good.”  She moved the toy in longer strokes, just touching the tip inside her.  “Oh, wow.  I’m sure Rob will have a proper demonstration for me later.”  With that she pushed the tip a little further in, the vibration sending a ripple all the way up her body.  Stephanie clicked the end to the next setting.  "Mmmm."  She rubbed it over and inside of herself, making quick short strokes, almost going deeper but not quite.  She pressed it harder against her clit, an instant jolt of pleasure.  She continued for a few seconds letting it build.  Soon, she was lost in the pleasure, alternating over her clit and inside herself., the pressure  building, she was getting close to orgasm.  She had to have more.

           Stephanie pushed the toy deeper, touching that spot that as of yet Rob seemed to be the only one to hit.  She worked faster, deeper pressing against herself until she exploded in orgasm.  She continued working Mr. Prince  until the waves subsided, then ran the wet toy over herself, down over her back hole, remembering the play with the girls.   That thought sparked a whole new wave of lust, and she turned the vibrator on high.  The tingles that went through her as it vibrated over her ass, then plunging inside herself sent her over the edge to another orgasm.  Twice more she brought herself to orgasm before her actions were interrupted by her cell phone ringing.

          She quickly jumped up to answer.  "Hello?"  It was a London number, but not Rob.  

          "Ms. Colson?  Stephanie Colson?"  It was a deep male voice.

          "Yes?"   She couldn't imagine who it could be.  "Who is this?"

           "Ms. Colson, there's been an accident.   Mr. Taylor has listed you as next of kin.  He's in critical condition. "

           She didn't hear anything else the man said.  "What?  Rob is hurt?  Where?  What happened?"  Tears welled in her eyes.  No, this couldn't be happening.  "What room?  Where do I need to go?"

          "Calm down Ms. Colson.  He's stable at the moment, but if you could get here soon."

           "Yes of course just give me the address." She scribbled furiously, swiping at the tears.
She closed out the call, looking around feeling immense guilt that she'd been masturbating while he was in critical condition.  "Oh baby I'm so sorry,"  It came out barely more than a whisper.  Quickly she dressed, and slipped on a pair of sandals.  Mr. Prince was roughly tossed back into the box, the lid set on top.  She grabbed a light sweater on her way out.

         Frantically  Stephanie went to the front desk and asked the man  what was the best way to get to the hospital from there.  Smelling the alcohol on her he called a cab.  It was only a few minutes before the cab arrived.  Stephanie thrust the paper in front of him, as she could barely keep from bursting into tears. 

Love Notes - chapter 8 & Companion chapter

Welcome back to Love Notes. As a special treat, this week we hear from Rob.  We've been reading Stephanie's diary and hearing her thoughts. I don't know about you, but I'm wondering if Rob is into her as much as Stephanie is into him.  Do you think Rob is keeping secrets?  Will the secrets that each of them are keeping end up ruining their relationship or will they work things out?

Chapter 8 Companion

by Ben Hannigan

              Rob laid on a bed of white cotton, curled up with his new found lover watching her sleep.  The room was small but the fact that it was a suite made up for that. He rolled over carefully to avoid waking her and saw that it was five thirty in the morning. Yawning, he searched for the source of the vibrating noise that had awakened him.  He eventually, by touch, managed to reach his phone; unlocking it he saw it was work. “Bollocks” he swore and checked the message; “Taylor, the package from the yanks came in today, pick up and deliver asap. DV.”  He slowly rolled out of the bed and gently kissed his sleeping partner.

            Grabbing the pad from under the phone he scrawled a note for her.  From the adjoining living room area he phoned room service and arranged for a simple breakfast to be delivered to her for around nine thirty; a kir royale, a light croissant, and a Viennese pastry with a single red rose. He stepped into the shower closing the door quietly as not to wake her.  He turned the shower to a high heat, and sliding off his silk pyjama bottoms, he stepped in, swearing softly at the change from cold to scorching heat.

            In the shower, his mind, freed of distraction, worried on  an issue that was bound to come up sooner or later.  It was Stephanie that caused the issue.  She was funny, smart, sexy -  definitely sexy.  He smiled and slipped into a memory of the night before. She was naked on the bed he’d crawled out of at 3am to go relieve himself, leaving her asleep in a tangle of sheets and duvet. He crept back in, using skills picked up over the years, and managed to slip back into the bed undetected. She rolled over onto him, her mouth seeking him, his tongue penetrating her mouth and sucking the air from her lungs. By default now his hand found her sex and she was ready for him, stroking her clit he devoured her throat with kisses.  She moaned into him, her heart pounding, and all he could focus on was the hand wrapped around his cock.

            All thoughts of a shower forgotten now he gripped himself with his left hand, his right hand supporting himself against the wall, his calloused hand sliding up and over his soap coated cock. Gripping tight and rough losing himself in the moment of his memories, eyes glazed over with lust small grunts escaping his lips.

             She pumped her hand along his hardness and grinned wickedly as he moaned for her, alternating between slow movements and fast paced poundings, bringing her boy hurtling towards the oblivion of orgasm but each time pinching just below the tip and holding him there.  It seemed like he had reached that point eight or nine times by the time that he was allowed to plunge into her, biting, thrusting, and groping.  They blended their two bodies into one, screaming into each other.

            He stiffened and exploded all over himself in the hot shower, the water washing the hot come off his pale skin as he lost himself in his memories of being inside his Stephanie. He continued his shower, hardening again still lost in the recent memories. This time his movements slowed, allowing him time to explore his own body in ways that he had not done before he met Stephanie.  His hand grasping his shaft as his thumb rubbed across his tip, teasing at the slit whilst his right hand slipped down his chest, leaning against the wall now panting with need and desire. 

            He imagined he was no longer alone in the shower but instead sharing it with her. Her mouth sucking at his neck as she twists his nipple, biting and tearing at his bare skin, his left hand resting on his hip as she takes over stroking and teasing his balls.  Her squirting the moisturiser into her hand and rubbing it over his cock jerking him softly as her free hand moves from nipple to his hip, tracing circles on his skin. He mewled as he felt the lubed fingers press against his hole demanding entrance, instinctively leaning forwards against the wall to allow her access to dip deeper.

            “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” He mewled as a finger traced across his prostate, he slumped onto the digit right down to the knuckle driving him to see stars, falling backwards in surprise at the power and intensity of the dry orgasm that surged through him.  Rather than the glass shower door he expected to find, on his bare back he felt wet, warm skin, he felt a pair of rock hard nipples brush against him and a set of arms catch him as he slumped.

            “My god” he mumbled as he came down from the rush, with her continuing her assault on his limp body plunging her tongue into his mouth and grasping his hardness until he begged for release.  He moaned and shook watching her slide from the shower turning with a quick and coy wink as she managed to sway teasingly back to bed.

             He moaned again from his come soaked position slumped against the shower wall, finishing the shower he blearily walked back to the bed, not quite sure where the fantasy ended and the physical world began. He dressed slowly in a plain suit, making sure that Stephanie was still asleep.  He took a small leather system of straps from a locked box in his suitcase and untangling it and put the harness around his shoulders.  Taking the second item from its protective cloth, he readies his L117A2 and prepares to leave stowing his spare magazines in the inside pocket of his leather jacket.

            Leaving the hotel he paid the concierge to retrieve his bike from the valet parking and rode into the melee that was rush hour London traffic, stopping not at the medical facility that Stephanie had already seen but instead a small non-descript building in Vauxhall Cross.  Presenting ID at the door he was buzzed into a small dark office where he received his orders and a package to deliver to an American business contact at a small hotel in Knightsbridge.

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Chapter 8

by

Ellie Mack

               Stephanie  stretched, then turned towards Rob.  She scooted towards his scent.  A slow smile spread over her.  Every moment spent together was wonderful, the sex was amazing but their morning cuddling was her favorite part.  She scooted a little closer, her arm slipping beneath his pillow.  Would he make the first move or would she?  She stretched again, the fog of sleep slowly receding.

            Wait!  Something felt wrong.  By now he usually put his arm around her or something.  She reached over patting his side.  When she felt nothing her eyes flew opened.  She sat up; the sheets falling away.  Stephanie patted his area as if somehow magically he would reappear. Stephanie sighed as the realization that he’d already left for work hit her.  It was so like him to be sweet, not wanting to wake her but she wanted to see him, kiss him before he left. Slowly she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and walked to the bathroom.  

            She showered mechanically, going over the work she needed to do, and not wanting to do a bit of it.  She sighed, her face turned up letting the water pour over her. A mental battle waged on why she shouldn’t be disappointed.  She should be glad that Rob was gainfully employed, that he wasn’t some dead beat.  Not that she cared about his financial situation, but being a dead beat would mean his character was flawed.  As far as Stephanie was concerned there was nothing about Rob that was flawed.  Not his character, his heart, his face, his body, his mind; Rob was the complete package.  A smile spread over her as she thought of Rob.  He was such an amazing man.  Charming loving, romantic, and extremely sexy, he knew just how to make her feel special.

            As she toweled off she caught her reflection in the mirror.  She turned to the side, then to the other side looking at herself.  It appeared that she’d lost a bit of weight since she’d been here.  Was that even possible?  It had only been a week?  She turned around to view her backside.  Somehow her ass didn’t appear quite as large to her.  “Hmm, maybe it’s just my imagination or wishful thinking.”  She turned back around. Her tummy definitely appeared a little flatter, more toned than before. 

            “Well Rob Taylor, my sexy hunky man.  You are apparently good for my body as well!”  She tossed the towel over the edge of the tub and practically sprinted to the small closet where her clothing hung.  She slipped on her silk panties and best bra. She couldn’t tell any difference and took them off, putting them back into the drawer and took out the black satin string bikinis, and the black lace matching bra.  They were noticeably better fitting.

             She ran to the bed and grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. She quickly punched her friend’s contact picture. It seemed to take forever to connect, then ring before it was picked up. 

            “Hello? Stephanie?”

            “I lost weight!”  Stephanie practically screamed into the phone.

            “What?” 

            “I. Lost. Weight!”  She could barely stand still from the giddiness she felt.

            “OK, congrats.  I didn’t realize you were trying while you were over there.”

            “That’s just it Letti, I haven’t been trying.  I just got out of shower and saw myself in the mirror.  I tried on my tightest panties and they fit me great.”

            “It must be all that sex you’re having.”

            Stephanie blushed, even knowing that no one could see her, her friend's comment made her feel a little embarrassed.  She walked back into the bathroom, turning at different angles to look at herself. “Hey if this is what it gets me, I’m doubling up!”

            “Is that even humanly possible?  Aren’t you like doing it about seven or eight times a day now?”

            “Um, yeah something like that. Oh Letti, I’ve never felt so in love in my life!  He’s just so amazing.”  She shuffled back to the bed and flopped down on her back, her feet on top of the attached headboard, staring up at the ceiling, tweaking her nipple.   “I may have to consider international business, open an office here so I can be with Rob.  Let Steve handle things there.”

            “About that"  Letti cleared her throat.  "he has lost you the Spurgess account.  Mr. Spurgess is filing a lawsuit against you for breech of contract, and failure of delivery.”

            “What?”  she flipped around instantly on her knees facing the end of the bed.  As the shock of Letti’s words sank in, she spotted a white box on the table in the living room area.  She walked over to it.  White pearlized paper wrapped with a purple ribbon, the box was about the size of a shoe box.  Had Rob bought her some sexy shoes?  They had discussed over their chats her love for and his appreciation for sexy shoes and boots.  He’d said many times he’d love to see her in specific designs, then forwarded a picture of Jimmy choo’s, or some other super sexy shoes.  A picture of thigh top zebra print stiletto boots flashed in her mind and she gauged the size of the box.  She had promised him she’d wear them with a black leather halter, and black mini skirt before she did a slow private striptease for him.

             A card was placed leaning against the side of the box. “Send me the information, I’ll be working most of the day. Rob has to work, so I’ll just stay here and get my work in order.  Send the necessary files, I’ll call and see if I can’t smooth things over with Mr. Spurgess, maybe remind him of daddy, get him all sentimental and promise that he won’t have to deal with Steve again if he can just wait until I get back to the States.” Her fingers trailed over the box.

            “OK. Stephanie?”

            “Yes?”  She toyed with the ribbon, wanting to rip into it and be wearing the boots when Rob returned.  Of course she’d wear them all day in her panties and bra breaking them in.

            “Are you seriously planning to stay over there and set up an international branch?”

            “Oh, I don’t know. It was just an offhand remark because I don’t want to lose Rob.”  She tugged on the ribbon, it started to give. A flicker of excitement rippled through her.

            “It’s just that you referred to here as back to the States, not as home.”

            “Oh, did I?”  Her fingers traced her name on the card. “I  don’t think it really matters, not a big deal OK?  Anyway I’ve got to get busy.  I really do have work to do.  Bye.”

            She knew she’d cut Letti off and well, she’d apologize later.  She set her phone down, her fingers itching to open the gift.  First the card, she opened the envelope, reading the card he’d left her.

Stephanie,

My love!  Had to nip into work a bit earlier than expected, something’s come up. Shouldn’t be too long.  Booked you a ticket to the Cabinet War Room, for this afternoon.  Will have to meet up with you later my darling.  I will text you.

Love,

Rob

P.S. There’s a toy in the  box next to this note if you need to work out some stress before you go out.

             Well, obviously not boots then.  Stephanie looked at the times on the ticket and slid them back into the envelope. A toy?  She wasn’t into dolls, souvenirs, or much for knick-knacks.  She tugged at the ribbon again, this time it pulled out easily.  As she laid the ribbon aside, she carefully removed the paper and folded it setting it with the ribbon.  Stephanie lifted the lid, curious as to what Rob had given her. 

             “Oh my God!  Rob!”  she practically screamed it as if by saying it loud enough he’d hear her at the clinic. She placed the lid back over the box quickly, turning bright red. “I can’t believe you’d”  she didn’t even finish her thought. 

            “Should have gotten the boots!”  She crossed her arms, a myriad of emotions battling for first place.  She stomped to the closet and slipped on her black floral sundress smoothing it down into place. She glanced back at the box, a bit angry that Rob would give her ‘that”.

              A knock came at the door. “Room service.”

              "I didn’t order any room service yet.”  She briskly walked to the door, practically flinging it open.

              “Mr. Taylor took the liberty of ordering for you Ms. Colson.” The attendant said as he wheeled the cart in. He deposited the tray on the table, then removed the cover to reveal a magnificent meal and a single long stem red rose in a bud vase. 
“Enjoy your meal.”  The gentleman made a hasty retreat with the cart.

             “Oh don’t even think to butter me up because you’re thoughtful.” She spoke to Rob’s presence in the air. "I'm mad at you Rob Taylor!"  She plopped down in the chair, and poured the coffee from the carafe.  The breakfast was divine, but she couldn't finish it.  Stephanie carefully positioned the bud vase in the center of the table, just the right spot, then took the tray to set outside her door.  As she set up her laptop she let out a huge sigh. There was a great deal of work still to sell this medical center.  She pulled up her programs in different tabs and loaded the pictures from her phone.  Stephanie called room service again and requested a large green tea with lots of ice.  She worked diligently for three hours, occasionally glancing at the box.  She mulled over inside her head the contradicting thoughts about her gift. 

               Fear of being caught, fear of what others would think of her, unsure of what she really thought of 'it', curious as to how it would feel, how it would make her feel.  She'd never used one, hadn't ever really considered it, until now.  She stretched, took a drink of her tea then pushed herself away from the table.  She walked back to the table behind the sofa, and opened the lid staring at the contents.  Carefully she set the lid on top of the wrapping paper.  She reached for the toy.  A ten inch hard plastic vibrator that was  purple metallic.  Her phone buzzed and she dropped the toy instantly.  She scrambled back to the table, to grab her phone. 

  

               It was a text from Rob. 'Miss you darling.  Will be tied up a bit longer than planned.  Afraid I won't make lunch.  go ahead without me, I'll grab something here.  ILU'

                 The clock on her phone told her it was 12:30; they were suppose to meet at noon.  Darn!  She saved her files, and closed out her laptop.  Carefully she put the lid back on her box, after taking one more peak of course.  She grabbed her purse, checked herself in the mirror, smoothed her dress down, admired the smaller curve of her backside and headed down to the hotel restaurant.  A small seafood salad and fresh fruit sounded divine, and she needed to get out of the room before she gave into the temptation to try "it".

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Love Notes - Chapter 7

I do believe that Stephanie is starting to loosen up a bit and be more spontaneous.  How do you think Rob is going to respond to a hair change?  What is going on that Rob seems preoccupied to the point that it's noticable to Stephanie? 

Get caught up with the previous episodes

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Day 5  10:30 am

I could really get used to waking up to you. I’ve never been a morning person until I met you. Waking up to your kisses is the best way to wake up - ever. Especially when it leads to tender loving with you.

I could almost give up coffee for you! I realize you don’t get how significant that is, but maybe someday you will. I just want to lose myself in you when you kiss me. I want to give you everything I am, holding nothing back. My heart aches for you Rob,and it scares me. What if you don’t feel the same about me? What if it is just all about the sex with you? I’ll be such a fool if that’s the case, and at this point I can’t imagine my life without you.

I had wondered about your reaction to changing my hair.  I should be spontaneous more often!  Wow talk about making a girl feel hot!  When I met you at the restaurant, you stood outside waiting.  As I walked towards you, your face lit up to see me.  You took a few steps toward me, then you pulled me into your arms and kissed me.   Mmmm, loved that!  Then suddenly you got a strange expression, and held me at arms length, your brows knitted and said "Stephanie!  What have you done?"

I felt at that moment that it was the single most stupid thing I'd ever done.  "Umm, I had my hair styled while I waited for you?"  I responded nervously.

You spun me around, looking me over closely as I nervously touched the shorter ends, brushing them back over my shoulder.  I stood there for several seconds with you not responding before I said.  "Do you not like it?"  I had thought the face framing style would be more attractive. I had hoped that the layers would add some depth, and the bright highlights would add a little sexy oomph, while the cinnamon lowlights added a little something  - I wasn't quite sure what, just something more than my plain brunette hair.  But as I stood there, my hopes fell and I suddenly wanted to point out that my brows were waxed, or that my toes freshly manicured, anything to get your attention off my hair.

"Like it?"  Your jaw seemed stern. "Dear Lord woman, I couldn't keep my hands off you before!  Now you're even sexier!  And you expect me to eat?"  At that you pulled me into your embrace, kissing me firmly.  A slight rumble in the back of your throat as you breathed into me. I relaxed into your embrace.  As usual my worrying and fretting was for nothing.

We’ve spent practically every second together since our first date. This is the first day we've been apart for any length of time and I miss you terribly.  This isn't healthy, this overwhelming need to be with you.  How am I ever going to function on the job when I get back home?  Come to think of it, how can I possibly return to that life without you?  I don't want to think about it, but it looms before me.  The countdown to my departure date looms like a ticking bomb.

I've got to come clean with you, and be totally honest.  If I expect you to be honest with me, how can I hold out on you?  What are you going to think of me?  Will the truth destroy what we have?  Oh, I can hardly bear to think of it, yet the longer it goes the more urgent the need to fess up.

I can’t help but light up when you walk into the room. I love the sly half grin you give me when you’re wanting me. LOL! It’s been quite frequent! I love the subtle little gestures. The way you trail your finger along my jaw, gazing into my eyes before you kiss me tenderly sets me aflame. When you reach out and clasp my hand in yours I feel giddy. From the slightest touch to the wild animalistic frenzied sex, I’ve never felt as alive as I do with you baby!

Today you’re giving me the tour of the medical facility, the key point in being able to deduct this trip as a business expense for the firm. I know, I know! It even sounds cheap to me! Honestly, I had such a heavy workload and clients backlogged I shouldn’t have taken off. But when you said if I could arrange a trip you’d give me the full tour well, being able to deduct my costs tickled that practical side of me.

Would I have come just for you?  If I had any idea that things would be this way between us I'd have come months ago, but I think that the time we've spent getting to know each other is part of what makes things so great.  I have to be honest - if I'd never stepped out of the box and taken this trip, I think I'd have made excuses why I couldn't or shouldn't and end up missing out on what we have. The truth of that makes me sad over the way I've been. Now that I'm here with you, I would never go back. I wonder if you feel the same.  I hope you do, and I hope you forgive me for the truth of how I was before.

When do I tell you, or do I tell you that I own the company? I don’t have a company jet yet, but if I can pull off this deal for the new medical center . . . BABE! It’s a multimillion dollar deal! Would the money matter to you? I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you because that’s not it. I never tell anyone! I mean, well the people in the industry know, and others in my company know of course.

There was one time just after dad passed and left me the company that I shared with this guy. I had gone out with Letti for a few drinks to celebrate my freedom from Trevor. Well, after the first few margaritas I was feeling quite liberated and I told this guy that asked me to dance that it was Trevor’s loss. He wanted out, and we would divide everything equally. I bought out his part of the house with a loan from my father. Two days after he signed the agreement Dad left me the company. The guy from the bar was a leach after that.  The next day when I was sober he stops by the office trying to schmooze me and get all chummy with me. He was only after the money. I decided then that I wouldn’t tell anyone that didn’t already know. People treat you different, and it’s not a good thing.

So what does this have to do with you? I feel that I should share with you. I wonder if it would matter. I’m curious yet at the same time I’m afraid that you may decide to put up with me if there’s money involved. I don’t want that. You either love me or you don’t. I’m not looking for a sugar daddy and I don’t want to be anyone’s sugar mama. I want a relationship based on mutual respect, mutual desire, an equal partnership.

Maybe I’ll tell you before I go back and convince you to move in with me back home.

Well, a girl can dream anyway.

It’s pouring down rain now, and you should be back any minute. I wonder what’s taking you so long? It was only suppose to be twenty minutes and you’ve been gone quite some time. After we eat you’re taking me to the medical clinic. You seemed a little nervous before you left, a little apprehensive. I wonder what that’s about. I’m sure I’ve totally disrupted your normal routine and I apologize for that.

Day 5 11:30 pm

Again, an amazing day. You were absolutely soaked when you returned with our food. You’re right, the clinic is absolutely state of the art! You said you have to go into work tomorrow. Maybe I'll buzz you and see if you want to meet for lunch or something.  Or maybe I should just give you some time away from me.  I don't want to be smothering you.  Maybe I should spend that time compiling my presentation and send it to Letti.

When I show the power point presentation with these photos it’s going to knock the socks off those old stuff shirt windbags back home! If I can make this sell baby,  wow!  The future will be blown wide open, opportunities abound.  Can you say huge bonus???  I can't help but daydream about us together on a tropical beach.  I don't know how you can handle the dreary weather here.  I don't mind rain, but this is depressing. It was quite chilly by the time we had left the clinic.

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After the tour we walked hand in hand along the river. You are the most romantic man I’ve ever met in my life. You shared your usual routine with me, telling me about frustrations at work and hopes that you have for your future. We stopped at your usual cafe where you bought me a latte. I wish you’d let me pay for stuff. I feel so guilty knowing that my company can cover everything.

It was so nice to sit and talk, really talk with each other. I had wondered if maybe the sex had made things weird and you wouldn’t talk to me. I’m so glad you’re not like that. Hearing about your friends,your hobbies,the things you enjoy meant a great deal to me. This is probably weird, but I felt like an outsider, an intruder on your life. My mind goes down all sorts of dark alleys wondering about what secrets you might be keeping from me, what lies you are covering. Trevor was all about secrets, and I was too naive to see it.  I need to be more cautious, yet I've already fallen hard for you.

We went to your favorite bookstore, the manager addressed you by name, asking you to introduce your latest girlfriend.
Latest girlfriend?
Latest girlfriend???

I know you have had a life before me but I was instantly jealous. You laughed it off and said he was teasing you. I know, I know I have no right to be jealous of anyone you’ve been with. It was a quick reminder though that I’m letting my emotions get way out of control concerning you. It made me wonder again about secrets. Here I say that and I’m keeping two big secrets from you. First I’m the owner of the firm, and two that little escapade with Megs and Leah. How can I cast any doubt on you when I’m keeping secrets from you?

That’s it! I have to tell you. I dont’ want there to be secrets between us. If I want you to trust me, and love me, then I should come clean with you.

We walked a little further down the river to a nice restaurant where you had made reservations. That was probably the best seafood I’ve ever had! The wine was perfect, the company divine! Again you seemed a little nervous, or apprehensive. Are you wanting to break it off with me? You seem to be genuinely interested, but what’s going on? Am I over-analyzing everything? Maybe things are just moving too fast for you. I don’t know. I won’t blame you if that’s it. I won’t blame you if you’ve had enough, or you’re just not feeling it with me.  I'm sure that my visit is a major disruption to your life.  It has completely changed mine!

For now, I’ve decided to just take you at your word and enjoy the time we have.

OMG BABE! The roses are beautiful! They were waiting for us in the room with the chilled wine. You think of everything my love. As soon as I saw them you embraced me, and kissed me gently.

“OH Steph, I want you. I want you with me always darling.” Your lips pressed softly against mine as I moaned into your mouth. You kissed deeper,I relaxed into you. As you continued kissing you eased me down on top of you on the sofa. “You are gorgeous Steph.”

We kissed for several minutes before your hand trailed down my back, over my ass, but you just rested it there. You turned, rolling me to where we were face to face your hot kisses trailed over my neck, then back to my lips. Your fingers working deftly at unbuttoning my blouse, never breaking our kiss.

You traced the edge of my bra with your fingertip, just barely brushing over my skin. The kiss deepened; more passionate, intimate, loving. The front clasp of my bra clicked, and your hand was cupping my breast. Pulling back slightly from the kiss you said “Your breasts are gorgeous darling. So big and full.” Dropping your head slightly, you kissed the swell of my left breast lightly then returned your lips to mine.

Your hand trailed over the curve of my hip, down over my ass. Your fingers trailing little circles on my skin leaving a blazing fire everywhere you touched. I could feel your hardness pressing against my hipbone. When I reached to touch you, you brushed my hand away.

Slowly, very slowly you unzipped my jeans. I moved to assist you in sliding them down, but you stilled my hands again. You trailed kisses down my neck, over my collar bone, down to my breast taking my nipple in your mouth. Teasing with your tongue flicking lightly before sucking it into your mouth gently. My fingers combed through your hair. You stop, reach back and pull the clasp from your hair letting it fall free.

I love your hair baby. I love feeling it brush over my nipples with you above me. I love running my fingers through it. I love the way it frames your face, giving you a wild edge. My fingers comb through your unbound hair you press a hard kiss to my lips, demanding, nearly bruising.

“Let me love you Steph, let me take my time and love you with the attention you deserve.” Your voice hoarse and raspy. Nearly a growl.

You slip the sleeves of my shirt down over my arms, then toss the shirt behind you. You push me back on the sofa now and slide my jeans down, kissing my skin just above the edge of the fabric as you slide them down. You continue this all the way down my legs, down to my toes then suck on my toes, biting my big toe playfully. The jeans are then tossed behind you.

Unloosening your tie, you unfasten and toss that in the pile. Then never taking your eyes from mine, you unbutton your cuffs then the front of your shirt and remove it, tossing it behind you. You lean down, kissing me deeply passionately then pull back.

Standing, you unzip your trousers and let them fall in a puddle, stepping out of them placing your left knee on the sofa edge scooting me back over on my side. You hold me close, pressing into me slightly, the lightest touches over my skin, every nerve is on fire anxious for you. Your mouth closes over mine at the same time your fingers brush against my slit.

Babe, I’ve never wanted anyone as desperately as I did in that moment. But you weren’t finished yet. Lightly you caressed my folds through the fabric of my panties. I moaned, wanting more.

Slowly and deliberately you tease me, before slipping your finger under the soaked fabric inside me. You grin and hook your thumb into the side and pull them down over my ass, then down my legs. As you lift my leg up over yours, you rub against me. Your lips on my neck, pinching my nipple between the knuckles of your fingers as you cup my breast,I gasp at the sensation, my hand clasping in your hair.

Every cell in my body is humming with anticipation, the anticipation of what I knew was to come was nearly too much. Slowly you caress my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. You lift my top leg up onto your hip as you thrust forward rubbing against me. I gasp at the sensation.

That sexy half grin you get when you know you’re turning me on spread across your face right before you kissed me deeply. You positioned yourself teasing me. Slowly, very slowly you pushed inside me inch by inch. Oh Rob, it was exquisite! When you began to move, it was slow and tender, so loving. I have to admit, I cried. Not because it was painful, oh God no! It was the most intimate, loving, feeling I’ve ever had. At that moment I believed that you loved me. There’s no way it could be so tender, so intimate, an almost spiritual level of intimacy if you didn’t care. I felt like we belonged together. That we fit, and anything else could be overcome with the love we share.

You continued your slow tender pace the entire time. When I came, you held me tight and you were only a few seconds behind me. We fell asleep in each others arms on the sofa with the blanket tossed over us. Eventually we made our way to the bed, where you held me, spoooned around me your arm over my waist.  I felt safe, secure in your arms.