Russ liked a woman with curves, but the women at the club liked to keep themselves slim, believing it was what helped attract men to them. Throughout the night, Anna’s shirt would ride up, and one night he’d been practically begging for the shirt to go above her breasts. In the end, it hadn’t happened, and he’d been so damn sad about that. She needed to be naked as far as he was concerned, and clothes needed to be banned.
Instead, he’d sat in his chair, gotten hard as rock, and when she woke in the morning, he’d left her alone, willing his dick to relax. It hadn’t happened, but he always took care of his needs when he got home.
They entered the elevator, and Russ forced himself to think of other things rather than sinking his dick into a nice warm cunt, or more specifically, Anna’s nice warm cunt. She would be nice and warm for him, and so wet. He’d make sure she was soaking by the time he slid within her walls.
“Thank you,” she said.
“For what?”
“For helping me. I don’t want you to think that I’m ungrateful. I am grateful. It’s just hard.”
“I understand.”
She rested her chin on the top of her crutches. “Have you ever lost a best friend?”
“No. I don’t know what you’re going through, but I do understand why you’re distant, and scared to let anyone in.”
He reached out, and tucked some hair behind her ear. The length was silky smooth, and it didn’t help to stem the arousal building inside him.
The elevator opening invaded their moment once again. Their moments always seemed to be interrupted.
He followed Anna out toward his car, and he took the time to check out her ass. Of course her ass was covered by the long clothes, which pissed him off.
“Who got you those clothes?” he asked.
“One of the nurses.”
The moment they were outside of the hospital, he heard her sigh of relief. He couldn’t blame her. Hospitals sucked.
Russ showed her where he was parked, and for a second she paused.
“Is everything okay?”
“Sure, everything is fine.” She kept on moving, but he saw the tension inside her.
“Don’t be nervous.”
“Your car costs more than I earn in a year.”
His car was expensive. Being a billionaire, he liked expensive things, and he wanted to share some of that with Anna. She was lucky he’d remembered to bring the car, and not his bike. He loved his bike, and his passion for bikes was stronger than his love of cars.
Russ didn’t get this connection he felt toward the young woman. She didn’t try to flirt with him, nor did she try to actually get his attention in any way. Anna was an enigma, and at the same time, not. She was a young woman just trying to get by, and for some strange reason, he couldn’t bring himself to simply walk away.
Helping her into the car, he made sure she didn’t hurt herself or fall. He didn’t want her to jar her ribs or cause herself more pain.
Within minutes they were on the road, and Anna was telling him directions to her home.
“It’s not much.”
“Is this the first apartment you lived in?”
“No. It’s the fifth one. We got out of a bad neighborhood, and felt this one was better for the both of us.” She took him toward several large apartment buildings that looked slightly rundown to him. They were not the worst he’d seen, but they were not the best.
“You might want to, erm, drive around for a little while. I don’t know if your car will be safe.”
Russ looked around and shook his head. He wasn’t afraid. Parking in an available spot, he climbed out of the car and rounded the vehicle to help her out. They made their way into her building, and he was surprised that the elevator actually worked.
Anna looked so comfortable, and he couldn’t help but watch her. It was what he found himself doing regularly, watching her. He couldn’t look away. Anna had such an expressive face that he refused to miss it. Russ was so used to keeping his emotions in check that seeing her so open drew him to her. He was like a moth, and she the flame.
She opened the door, and turned toward him. “We weren’t millionaires.”
“I know that, honey.”
“Well, this is going to be a bit of a shock to you.”
Rolling his eyes, he pushed open the door. “I wasn’t born with a silver spoon. I worked my way to the top.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Seriously. Did you think my business was inherited?”
“I don’t know what to think, to be honest. You keep everything locked up tight so I don’t know what to make of it. I’ve talked so much about myself, and you don’t.”