Free One Night In Amsterdam by Nadia C. Kavanagh

whatever you are doing. She sounds so happy and relaxed. Just make sure that she has an unforgettable night, alright. You know what I mean.”
    “Yes, Sydney. I understand. Thank you for your kind warning.” I uttered in an impish tone. Feeling overwhelmed under Emma’s repressive expression, I ended the call immediately and handed it back to Emma.
    “What did she want?” She asked curiously.
    “She just warned me about your snoring. I need to pinch your nose if you do.” I replied with a broad smile.
    “Jesus, Dylan. You are as impossible as her.”
    Without letting her interrogate me any further, “Let’s go,” I said. I took her hand and led her towards the elevator. The anticipation of spending the night with her and Sydney’s implicit comment were making me nervous. I wrapped my arms around her waist as the elevator slowly ascended to the top floor. Alone with her in the elevator, I desperately wanted to kiss her but I didn’t want to rush into anything. We had all night and I was determined to make every minute of it memorable for her.
    We entered the imperial suite at the top floor and Emma uttered joyfully. “Oh, my God Dylan! What a beautiful room. You have a gorgeous view of the canal. Sydney and I are sharing a dinky little room with a view of some old building’s roof. This is awesome.”
    I didn’t care much about the room or the view. The only thing that mattered to me at that instant was that she was there with me.
    “Oh, look at that,” she added, peeking at the stationary paper on top of the desk. “The suite is named after Willem Van Oranje, an ancestor of the  Dutch monarchy . It is a classic,” she continued happily, checking out the rooms and its decoration. She was telling me all about the Netherland’s coat of arms when we heard the knock on the door. She squinted and bit the corner of her lower lip curiously.  I opened the door, and the wonderful smell of fresh jasmines surrounded the air immediately.
    “As you have requested, sir!” Albert arranged the food and the flowers on the table. He opened the chilled Dom Perignon, and then poured it into two tall crystal glasses for us. When he was done, he asked in the most respectful manner. “Is there anything else I could do for you, sir?”
    “No, Albert. Thanks for all your help.”
    Emma’s lips curved into a gorgeous smile that almost reached her eyes. “You are unbelievable,” she shook her head and mumbled, inhaling the jasmine branches full of little fragrant flowers.
    “Do you always impress girls with irresistible indulgences like these?” She asked after she dipped a strawberry into the crème Chantilly and took a bite.
    “No, I definitely do not. This is a first for me,” I said. If only she knew how she was inspiring me to do things that I had never done before.
    I raised my glass, uttered “à la tienne” and then took a sip, watching her intently enjoying the cold champagne. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
    “To you…as well,” she replied.
    The sight of cream dipped strawberries between her soft plumb lips, and the pleasing noises she let out as she sipped the cold champagne were too much. I was utterly lost in temptation by just watching her. My eyes implored her lips, her elegant neck and the valley between her breasts; I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I quickly closed the distance between us, took the glass out of her hand and set it on the table under her curious eyes. Then swiftly, I grabbed her waist and pulled her into an abrupt kiss. I intended to kiss her tenderly but when I saw the passion flickering in her eyes; it wasn’t possible to rein in my emotions anymore. My kiss became more heated reflecting the fire in me and her lips were the only cure, the only way to put out that fire. No, I didn’t forget what I told her earlier. I wanted to be the gentleman but I had to relinquish my promise soon.  I loved holding her in my arms and caressing her gently, but now that she was in my