27 An Incredible Stranger

As a manager and, in general, a responsible person, I can’t stand being late. And the meeting place was on the other side of the city, time was starting to run short, so I got to the hotel in my BMW. I love expensive, high-quality cars, and my racing past makes itself known.

Parking in a free spot practically at the entrance, I head into the lobby toward the elevators. Passing the reception, the staff greeted me in a rather buddy-buddy manner, obviously confusing me with my brother. They wouldn’t greet other visitors with a casual “Hey” like that.

Reaching the right floor and heading toward the required room, I was intercepted in the hallway by some guy in a hotel employee uniform.

“Hey, hi, Shade,” the guy, about twenty years old, greets me, nervously glancing around. “I did everything just like you asked. Your room is ready for the upcoming meeting, and the girl has already arrived.”

The expectant reaction of this worker didn’t make sense to me. So I decided to clear things up.

“I’m not Shade, but Demon, if it comes to that. Thanks for preparing everything.”

After my words, the kid’s face completely changed — he even seemed to turn pale. Fear and confusion were clearly written in his expression and body language.

“Ah, okay,” the guy muttered nervously, smoothing down his overgrown hair. “Have a good evening,” this weird fellow bleated shortly, and hurried away very quickly.

Reaching the right room, I knocked on the door and waited for someone to open. To be honest, I felt kind of strange. The whole atmosphere was damn weird.

“Hi,” I greet the sweet, petite girl who opened the door for me. A pleasant scent of lavender immediately filled my lungs.

“Hi, come in,” she answers with a shy smile, and I step into the room.

For a few seconds we freeze, studying each other. The fair-haired girl was quite pretty, and so delicate that for a moment a doubt flashed through my mind about her being of age.

“That hairstyle suits you,” I suddenly hear a strange compliment, and the girl herself became embarrassed by what she said. Her cheeks flared with a blush, which caused an uncontrollable fondness in me.

“Wine?” — it’s clear the beauty is nervous, but hides behind a mask of feigned confidence.

“No, thank you, I'm driving,” and now I regret not taking a taxi. I wouldn’t have refused a glass of wine myself.

“I can keep you company only with a glass of water.”

The girl catches on and fills a glass with water for me. Slowly approaching, she hands me the glass, and our fingers touch, making the stranger flinch slightly. She lifted her anxious gaze to me, and I got stuck on the blue of her eyes. Something unexplainable stirred under my ribs, making me swallow again.

“Tell me something about yourself,” I settle comfortably onto a chair and take a few good swallows of water, because for some reason my throat had gone completely dry.

“No,” the girl surprises me with her confident answer.

“No?” I was even slightly thrown off by such a reply and finished my water. “I thought we wanted to get to know each other?”

“We do,” she answers confidently, but with a certain tension.

“Right now I’ll drink a little more wine, and then we’ll get to know each other properly.”

“Don’t rush,” she is strange from the crown of her golden head to the tips of her toes. But somehow, an interesting, intriguing kind of strange. It’s been a long time since a girl interested me just with her presence.

“You won’t even tell me your name?”

“It’s not necessary,” the girl drinks more wine, and then looks at me as if she’s a predator and I’m her upcoming prey. And it affects me… damn does it turn me on!

This fatal beauty comes up to me so close, and I swallow hard, catching her every movement. I’m insanely drawn to her, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.

Looking straight at me with her blue depths, the girl begins slowly baring her shoulders, sliding the straps of her tiny dress down until it fully falls to the floor at our feet.

To be honest, I was fucking stunned.

Now she no longer seemed underage to me, not like at the very beginning. I saw in front of me a stunning beauty in a seductive black lingerie set, with stockings and high heels.

My dick had already sprung up like a guard on duty, and after her striptease it pressed demandingly against my fly, wanting to get better acquainted with such a scorching little vixen. Fantasies and very dirty thoughts quickly took over my brain, leaving no chance for common sense.

“What are you doing?” I barely force out, not in my own voice.

“I’m ready,” the little thing says quietly, her cheeks blooming with a timid blush that didn’t match her actions at all. “Now charm me and seduce me.”

“Listen, you don’t have to…” I want to warn the girl and give her a chance to back out, because I'm seriously losing my brakes.

“Exactly. YOU have to!” she states seriously, and my eyes nearly pop out. “I want you, and I won’t let you out of this room until we cross the final line!”

No one had ever seduced me so boldly and brazenly. She DEMANDED my masculine attention without even considering the possibility of refusal. There was something about her… enticing, and that commanding tone, those desire-filled eyes… She stirred very conflicting feelings in me that I just couldn’t sort out.