Free Champagne Showers by Adler, Holt Page B

Goodnight, Danielle, sleep well,” he says as he kisses me on both cheeks. How very French of him. I feel my whole body tense up and the tightening sensation in my stomach as it continues to head south. I want him, I need his touch, but this is far too early for me to get involved... Or is it?
     
    “Um, um yes goodnight, lovely evening. Sleep well.” I scurry into my room. Harrison Towers is like every woman’s fantasy man and I am sleeping in HIS bed. I know the rules, DO NOT MIX BUSINESS WITH PLEASURE. It always ends badly, and lord knows I really need Harrison’s projects to get my firm top recognition.

Chapter Eight
     
    I wake in the middle of the night in complete darkness and glance at the clock on the bedside table. It’s 2:35 AM and for some reason my mouth is dry, I’m dying of thirst. Why am I wide-awake at this hour? This whole weekend so far, has kept my senses alive and it’s been such a thrill ride.
     
    I grab the white robe out of the closet and wrap it around myself, cinching the ties at the waist. The apartment is quiet, and the lights from the windows of the city are just glorious this time of night. It is peaceful and serene when the city is quiet from the hustle and bustle of the day.
     
    I open the fridge but for some reason water isn’t what I’m craving. There’s a bottle of cold Pinot Griggio on the side door. I grab the bottle and start opening doors and drawers to find a glass and bottle opener. Of course, everything is perfectly in its place and where you would expect it to be. I pop off the cork and pour a nice sized glass. Maybe this will relax me and take the edge off so I can fall back to sleep. All I can think about is how sexy Harrison looked tonight and how his lips felt when he kissed me on the cheek. No wait both cheeks! I wish that sexy man were awake too.  I bet he would look fine even at 2:30 AM.
     
    I open the sliding door to the patio and a double beep goes off. Oh shit, did I just set off some kind of alarm? Darn, what the hell was I thinking? A loud sigh and a wave of relief came over me as I see that it was not the security alarm. It was only a door alert. I hope I didn’t wake him. I walk out on the terrace and the air is still warm, but with a cool breeze that flows through my hair sending slight chills through my body. I take in the scenery around me as I down the glass of Griggio.
    I’m in Harrison Towers’ apartment in New York City, alone with him and after sharing a lovely evening.
     
    “It is so peaceful out here, isn’t it Danielle,” he softly whispers in my ear.
     
    “Harrison, I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
     
    I lean on the railing facing the city, and he stands behind me with both hands settled on the railing on either side of me.
     
    “It is alright. How is the wine treating you?”
     
    “It’s excellent and it’s so relaxing and breathtaking out here.”
     
    “You, Danielle, are breathtaking,” he whispers in my ear as his body presses against mine.
     
    He places his hands to my shoulders and starts to massage them. His firm large hands know exactly what they are doing and my body is literally melting into his palms.
     
    “Oh, Harrison, that’s just what I need. This feels so good.”
     
    With that, he reaches around my waist with one hand and releases the tie on my robe. It falls to the ground and I feel the cool air against my bare skin and my nipples stand and peek up under my silk baby doll. His hands slide over my shoulders, massaging my bare skin as my head rolls from side to side in complete and utter pleasure.
     
    He starts to kiss the upper part of my back and down my shoulders. He then lifts my hair off my back and begins to kiss my neck with soft lips. He moves to my left ear, and it sends the most intense electric shock through my body and down to my “P”. It pulsates and wants in ways that had not been visited in quite a while. He slips one edge of my baby doll off my shoulder and kisses down my shoulder