Authors: Carol Swan
She gingerly sat down as he sat opposite her on the same couch.
“What makes you…
you
, Leah?” Ethan inquired.
“Well, I’m not sure what to tell you, there isn’t much...”
Their knees were almost touching, and she sat upright, almost crushing her Styrofoam coffee cup. He was more relaxed and sat back with his arms opened and resting on the back of the couch. She felt like she was giving another interview for the internship, but scarier than the first time.
“I’ve finished all my required courses, and now I am taking electives, and I’ll be graduating at the end of the semester—”
He cut her off. “I’m not interested in your academic record. I mean tell me who Leah is.” Ethan spoke with confidence.
In between breaths, she would smell his subtle but enticing cologne. He started to remove his blazer. Though he was still wearing his shirt, his well-defined body could not be held inside it.
He caught her eyes as she scanned his torso and he had a slight grin on his face. He moved his body a few inches closer, but she didn’t flinch. He looked into her eyes and they held eye contact for a few moments. She began to wonder if she was just nervous, or there was a mutual fire between them.
Her question was answered when he scooted even closer towards her. Her heart rate quickened and she felt like she might start shaking. He sensed her nervousness and placed one hand on her knee.
“Are you intimidated by me?”
“A little bit.”
“Don’t be. I’m a person, just like you,” he tried to reassure her.
He decided to give her some space, abruptly stood up, held his hand out for her to take it, and helped her up off the couch. He walked over to his desk and took something.
“Here is my card. Call me sometime if you’d like. Maybe we could do something fun sometime.”
“S-sure…” she replied.
He walked her over to the elevator, and when she got in, he watched her until the doors closed.
She began her first day distracted. She couldn’t stop thinking about their encounter, and analyzing every moment, word, touch, and look.
A few days went past, and after thinking non-stop about her first meeting with Ethan Forge, Leah decided that he may have just been trying to be a friendly guy, and that she didn’t want to call him up and start having expectations of anything more.
One night, she was lounging on the couch, in her sweats, when her cell phone rang.
It was Ethan
.
“Hey Leah, what are you up to?”
“I’m just reading, what about you?”
“I’m about to ask you to dinner. Say yes?”
Her heart wanted to jump out of her chest. “Alright, give me a half hour.”
“Sure, take all the time you need.”
She scrambled—her hair was a mess, and she couldn’t decide on what to wear. All of this transpired while trying to put some make-up on. She finally decided on a simple black dress. It was figure-hugging, but was not too revealing. She paired it with an equally simple black pair of stilettos that had a thin heel and ankle straps. She wore white pearl studs in her ears and a gold wrist cuff.
She grabbed her wallet and phone, and dashed out the door. Her heart raced the entire elevator ride down. He was standing on the curb, leaning against a small black limousine. A smile grew on his face as she approached him, and she could feel him scanning her from her toes right up to her hair. She hoped she looked decent.
“Good evening,” he spoke with a glint in his eye.
“Evening,” she replied courteously.
He opened the limousine door and climbed in after her. He told the driver to take them to his favorite hideaway. She assumed he meant a bar or restaurant.
“You look lovely,” he smiled at her.
“Thank you,” she replied.
“I hope I can show you a good time tonight.”
“Thanks for the invitation,” she replied.
Leah took a deep breath; she was starting to feel more relaxed and comfortable with him. He seemed like a warm and friendly person, not as intimidating as what she’d read and seen about him on TV.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise, but I’m sure you’ll like it.”
It was quite a long ride, and she started to grow anxious as they got onto the highway and drove out of the city.
They continued making small talk in the car, and he poured them both glasses of champagne. She was always a cheap date and started to feel tipsy fairly quickly.
She began to relax, and they shared some laughs; he had a good sense of humor. He moved closer to her, so close that their thighs were touching. Occasionally, he would place his hand on her knee, sometimes squeeze it a little bit.
Her heart was racing, but she felt comfortable at the same time.
The combination of not being touched by a man for a while, and the alcohol made her feel excited. She started to tingle inside, and became flirtier.
“I thought a guy like you would never be interested in a girl like me,” she confessed. “That’s why I didn’t call.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re a very attractive woman, Leah.”
She blushed and giggled; the champagne was hitting her quite quickly.
The car started to slow, and pulled up on a long, winding driveway surrounded by tall trees. Eventually, it stopped and the driver opened the door for them. Ethan stepped out first, and then reached inside to take her hand and help her out of the car.
She gasped when she looked out in front of her. They were at a beach, and there was a two-seated dining table set up with candles and flowers, and a fire next to it. There was also a seating area with a couch and a table.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“You like it?” he beamed down at her.
“It’s beautiful!”
“Great!” He grinned as he took her hand and led her over to the couch. They sat down and he opened another bottle of champagne. This time, they were very close and feeling more intimate and relaxed.
There was some sexual tension in the air, and they made conversation to cover it up. Finally, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. It was a slow kiss, and he lingered longer than a kiss on the cheek should take.
The ocean breeze was blowing through her hair, and a strand was caught on her face. As he leaned away, he gently brushed the strand out of her face. She was overcome by the intensity of the moment and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. They locked lips, but it was a gentle and slow kiss, with no tongue.
Leah felt a warmth grow from her toes, up her legs, to her thighs, and between her legs. He put his arms around her and hugged her. She leaned in for a deeper kiss and his tongue gently parted her lips. He proceeded to nibble on her lips and she squeezed his knee to show that she liked it.
This made him bolder, and he leaned in for a deeper kiss, pressing his lips hard against hers and being more forceful with his tongue in her mouth. His hands were hugging her at her waist, beginning to move around and caress the small of her back in circles. He seemed to love that she had a waist that opened up to, wide, sensuous hips, as he ran his hands all over them.
His touch was gentle, but it excited her even more. The hand that she had placed on his knee moved to his chest and began rubbing it. She felt his well-defined pecs and longed to see what he looked like with his shirt off. As the tension was building, they were interrupted by the clinking of the dining table, where the waiter was setting up for their meal.
They withdrew from each other’s arms and walked over to the table. They were both more relaxed and their conversation was more open. Under the table, she rubbed her foot against his. When he smiled at her, she moved her foot upwards, along on the side of his shin, then past his knee, then between his thighs. He grinned and gave her a wink.
After dinner, they got back into the limousine and on the ride home, they kissed and caressed passionately. His hand was on her knee, and then moved between her thighs, caressing and rubbing her soft skin. She parted her legs wider to give him more access to her, but he resisted, and she felt disappointed.
Finally, they stopped outside of her apartment, and he walked her to her elevator and got in with her. Then, he walked her to her door, and she was furiously trying to remember if her apartment was clean or not. She decided to take the chance anyway.
“Would you like to come in?” she asked.
“I can’t,” he said with a sigh. “I’ve got to get going…” His voice trailed off.
He pushed her against her door, and kissed her passionately. He placed one of his legs between hers and he raised his knee, rubbing it between her thighs, and she could feel he was slightly erect against her mound.
Her heart could not beat any faster.
Eventually, he pulled away. “Good night, Leah.” He smiled.
“Good night,” she said with desperation in her voice.
She watched him as he walked to the elevator, then she turned and went into her apartment. She couldn’t understand what had happened. She felt a lot of passion for him and wondered if maybe he didn’t feel the same.
She tried not to think about him too much that weekend, and continued her life as normal. She was glad that she didn’t see him much around the office.
On Monday morning, she went to her internship as usual. She had told herself not to have expectations or any hopes, and just remember Friday night as one of the most memorable nights of her life.
A few hours after being at her desk ,she got a phone call from an extension she didn’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Hi Leah, it’s Ethan. How are you?”
“I’m great! How are you?”
“I’m good as well. Listen, are you busy at the moment?”
“No, I’m not,” she replied.
“Good. Would you come up to my office, please?”
“Sure, right now?”
“Mm-hmm,” he replied.
She felt a thrill as she walked to the elevator, trying not to display her joy in her walk. The ride up to his office felt like forever as she watched each floor number light up as she moved past it.
Finally, the doors opened, and there he was, sitting at his desk. He looked up, smiled widely at her, and greeted her. He showed her to the couch they had first talked on.
He gave her a peck on the cheek and they made some small talk. “Do you want to see the view from the windows?”
Leah nodded.
They got up off the couch and he led her to the windows. She looked down at the street below and her head spun.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, he grabbed her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist, placing his hands on her stomach. His face nuzzled into her neck and he breathed in the smell of shampoo in her hair.
Leah felt tingles run through her spine.
He placed many small kisses on her neck and shoulders. She leaned backwards towards him and tilted her head back against his shoulder. He brought his face down to meet hers and they kissed passionately.
His hands began rubbing her belly, then went to her sides and moved down her hips, to the top of her thighs, and then round to the back of her legs.
Next, his hands moved over her buttocks, and he rubbed and massaged and grabbed them. He started getting excited and pushed his hardness into her back. Leah was heavy with anticipation.
She turned around to face him, and he placed his hands around her neck, scaring her and exciting her at the same time. His kisses became hungrier and forceful. It felt as if he was taking over her body.
After kissing passionately for several minutes, he pulled away from her and led her back to the large couch. He laid her down on it. He got down on his knees beside it and started kissing one of her ankles. He then removed her shoe and starting kissing and massaging her foot. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensation.
His kisses moved upwards on her shin. He reached her knee, and continued moving further, kissing her thighs. She felt the anticipation build up between her legs and she was
wet
.
He stopped when he reached the inside of her thigh and he began to kiss her lips again. Now, his hands were rubbing her breasts through her shirt. Her nipples began to harden and poke through her bra and shirt. One of his hands pulled up her shirt and his hand searched under it, moving past the soft skin of her belly, and slipped under her bra to massage the firm, warm, bouncy flesh of her breast. She moaned on, feeling his gentle touch.
His fingers played with her nipple, making it harder and making her wetter under her underwear. His free hand began to rub her thigh hard with desire and he moved upwards, surprised to feel her wetness through her underwear. With his fingers, he moved aside her underwear and was pleased to feel that was smooth and soft and wet. He grew harder and she could feel him against her leg that was dangling over the side of the couch.
She began to reach for his shirt and unbutton it. Once it was off, her excitement grew as she saw every muscle of his chest and abdomen that were well-defined but not bulky. He clearly took care of his body. Next, she reached for his belt and started unbuckling it. He pulled off her shirt, and then her skirt. Eventually, they were just both in their underwear and he was lying on top of her. Their bodies were pressed against each other, with her legs wrapped around his waist.