“Do you have a headache coming on? The DJ‘s music was really edgy.” Edward walked to the unmanned bar and collected a bottle of champagne and two fluted glasses. She admired the fluid grace in his stride, the long legs and the tight buttocks above them.
“Yes, but it started from last week. I missed a Friday deadline to submit some processes efficiency analysis. But I‘m happy we came out today to take my mind off it for a while.”
“I hope you enjoyed the music by Bolaji‘s girlfriend though.”
“The performance was great and the event was very well planned. I also like this venue.” The place had matched its rep for being a trendy and well managed gathering place.
Edward‘s smile was affectionate as he sat close up against her. She moved a few inches away, leaving a safe gap between them. The party seemed to be happening on another planet; no sounds penetrated into their little world.
The way he looked at her made her heart thump with expectation and hormones, but she also felt nervous. She was alone in a private room with a very sexy man to whom she was very attracted but she was also wary of allowing the relationship take a sexual turn so quickly. In spite of the space between them she could almost feel the heat of his desire for her. She smoothed the creases out of her skirt. Their eyes met and he smiled at her bashfulness.
“I don‘t know what to do with my hands,” she murmured.
Put them on me. Edward quashed that thought before it could go further. “Do you want some champagne then?”
“Yes please.” They burst into laughter. It was almost comical. The sexual tension had been building for a while. During his last trip to America there had been a lot of late night phone calls and some tender exchanges had gone further than they would have.
Edward filled both glasses with the chilled champagne and gave one to her, lifting his in a toast. “To the beautiful lady in my life, Gladys you‘re the only girl that I have ever wanted this badly. I just wish you wanted me half as much.”
If only he knew, she thought lowering her eyes to drink from her glass. She could feel him watching her with a hunger that echoed within her secret places. Her breasts felt heavier, the tips tingling against the fabric of her top. She wanted him to touch her right then and to kiss her, but she also didn‘t want him to. She shifted on her seat and adjusted her neckline.