One Night Only by Samj Chapter 2

Republisher’s Note: Are Danny and Michelle just going to be a one night stand?

One Night Only by Samj Chapter 2

As Danny led her into the suite and turned on the lights, the butterflies in Michelle’s stomach increased their frenzied activity. Stop it, she chided herself. She pasted on her bravest smile and walked past Danny into the large sitting room. Her eyes darted about nervously, constantly returning to the closed doors leading to the bedroom.

Danny hadn’t known Michelle very long, but he recognized a fake smile when he saw one. He wasn’t exactly surprised by her reaction – she seemed way too innocent to be doing something like this – but he didn’t really want to let her go either. He decided to try to break the tension by attending to something practical. After all, it was a rather expensive suit….

He looked down at his jacket, then back up to catch Michelle’s eye as she sank onto the couch on the opposite side of the room. Giving her his most winning smile he said, “Well, now that it’s bright enough to actually see the stain, it isn’t too bad at all.” Michelle nodded in agreement as he removed the jacket and placed it on the overstuffed chair, careful to keep the stain from touching the chair’s expensive fabric.

His shirt, however, had not fared nearly so well. “The service here is really first rate,” he added as his nimble fingers began to release the buttons.

When Michelle didn’t respond, he raised his head again. His fingers froze on the fourth button at the look of panic on her face. Had he really misread the situation this badly? No, it wasn’t possible. He could feel the attraction between them – it was almost tangible, even with the entire room between them. She had to feel it too. Right?

He shook his head slightly and turned toward the bedroom, continuing to talk as he opened the doors and stepped inside. “Help yourself to anything you want to drink. There’s a full bar beside the balcony. And there’s probably a coffee maker too if that’s more your speed right now.” The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of her having had too much to drink.

His voice became muffled as he stepped inside the walk-in closet. Now’s your chance you idiot! the voice in her head screamed. Get the hell out of here!

And yet she couldn’t move. No, that wasn’t it, she corrected. The truth was that she didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay. She wanted him. Then what’s your problem? that same irritating voice asked. She didn’t have an answer to that one.

Instead of bolting for the door Michelle walked over to the bar, in spite of her shaking legs and nagging doubts. She located the coffee maker and forced her also-shaking hands to operate it. She doubted the coffee would do much for her shaking limbs, but the last thing she needed right now more alcohol.

Danny’s voice, still muffled by the closet, brought her out of her muddled thoughts. “Hey, would you mind pouring me a scotch while you’re over there?” he called.

“No problem,” she called back in a voice that masked her unease. “Did you want ice or soda or something?”

“Ice is good,” he replied.

Michelle dropped two cubes into a glass, then added a generous serving of scotch. Knowing the coffee would take several minutes to brew, she returned to her place on the couch, carefully setting Danny’s drink on the table at her right elbow.

Danny emerged from the bedroom wearing a white Ralph Lauren oxford, buttoned but untucked, the stained dress shirt clutched carelessly in his left hand. He crossed the room quickly and stopped directly in front of Michelle. She looked up at him expectantly, but instead of bending to kiss her – as he’d wanted to do since first seeing her in the crowded club – he picked up the phone from the table and dialed zero.

“Hello, this is Mr. Santos.”

Michelle reached over and picked up his scotch. As she handed it to him his fingers brushed over hers and he felt it again – that spark that traveled through his entire body. There was no way she didn’t feel it too, he told himself.

He tried to concentrate on the telephone conversation. “Wonderful, as always. Listen, I have a slight laundry emergency that needs immediate attention – could you send someone up to my suite to take care of that?”

He tasted the scotch while listening to the desk clerk. “That would be perfect. Thank you.” He hung up the phone and moved to sit beside Michelle on the couch.

“She’s sending someone up to get my stuff, five minutes,” he relayed.

“Glad to hear it,” she replied, her eyes fixated on his lips as he drank the scotch. His eyes in turn traveled the length of her body, and when they returned to her face he could resist no longer. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned in and kissed her.

Coherent thought abandoned her the moment his lips touched hers, the sensations overwhelming in their intensity. She had never felt anything remotely like this in her entire life. She wasn’t quite sure that it was even real.

Before she could convince herself, a sharp knock at the door interrupted them. Danny reluctantly pulled away, cursing the same efficiency he had praised just moments before. He snatched the dress shirt from the floor where he’d dropped it and, stopping to remove his suit jacket from the chair, crossed the room to the main door. He ran his hand through his curls in frustration, trying to get his breathing under control before speaking to the hotel employee.

Danny’s voice came out calm and businesslike, a trick developed from years of practice. “So, I have this jacket….”

Michelle, meanwhile, remained glued against the couch, her pulse racing and her breathing shallow. Romantic images dominated her scattered thoughts while the cold voice of reality fought for control. This guy is NOT Prince Charming. He is NOT your soul mate. She shook her head, fighting the words even as she reluctantly acknowledged their truth. He’s just some guy who picked you up in a bar. And yet she felt more alive than she ever had before. Lust, was the voice’s terse reply. Plus you’re getting a thrill from knowing that you’re doing something wrong.

Michelle bit down on her lip in frustration. She wasn’t sure she could stay on this merry-go-round much longer. The whole point of this”experiment” was to find something easy and meaningless – to be wild and impulsive – yet she’d been at war with herself from the moment she met Danny. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t cut out for this at all.

But she couldn’t just run past him while he talked to the bellman. As if on cue, Danny shifted slightly in the doorway and the bellman, catching a glimpse of Michelle, waved at her. She sat up straight on the couch and returned his smile. She would tell Danny she was leaving as soon as he finished with his dry cleaning.

Danny was having trouble concentrating on the bellman’s words, his mind constantly wandering to Michelle – the intensity of her kiss, the silky smoothness of her skin, the warmth of her body…. Shoving a large wad of cash into the bellman’s hand, he closed the door quickly and followed his thoughts back to the couch. He felt disappointment mix with the desire that already coursed through his body when he saw that their moment had passed.

Michelle was clutching the oversized coffee mug like a lifeline; she seemed to be trying to hide behind it like a shield. Danny couldn’t help but think she looked like a scared little rabbit timidly peering from its hole. He sighed in frustration and practically flung himself into the same overstuffed chair that had held his jacket minutes before.

Michelle opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t form the words to tell him she was leaving. When she took another large gulp of coffee, Danny spoke. “The guy said they could absolutely get the stains out. You know,” he chuckled, “you’d probably be surprised how much experience they have getting Daiquiris out of men’s suits. I had a hard time convincing him that you hadn’t thrown the drink at me.”

Well, that explained the waving didn’t it? Michelle tried to think of a witty comment, but none came to mind. Instead she said, “I am really sorry about that. You must be so relieved that your suit isn’t ruined, after you made the innocent mistake of trying to get a drink at a bar where I happened to be sitting.” She looked down at her coffee again, embarrassed by her own clumsiness and unsettled by his gaze. Even without physical contact she could feel the chemistry between them; it made her dizzy.

“Actually,” he raised an eyebrow at her, “I wasn’t heading towards the bar for a drink. I was heading for you.”

Michelle looked up in surprise. “Oh?” she exhaled, unable to manage anything else as his eyes locked with hers.

“Yeah I,” he hesitated, not wanting to scare her, “I had finally worked up the nerve to ask you to dance when….”

Her laughter interrupted him mid-sentence. Confusion played across his face – that certainly wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. “I’m sorry,” she gasped as her laughter began to subside, “it’s just that you don’t exactly come across as the shy, retiring type. I have a really hard time picturing you ‘working up the nerve’ to ask me to dance.”

“Well, you’re an extremely beautiful woman, Michelle; I’m sure I’m not the first guy you’ve intimidated.” He smiled at her and rose from his seat. Extending his hand to her he asked, “So, now that I have the courage…would you care to dance?”

She felt hypnotized by his voice. “Music?” she sputtered even as she placed her hand in his and allowed him to help her to her feet.

With his free hand he reached down for the remote sitting on the coffee table. With a touch of a button soft Latin music began to play from a CD player Michelle had failed to notice until that moment.

“See, I told you this place takes care of everything,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Michelle placed her hands around his neck as they began to sway to the seductive beat of the music. Danny laid gentle kisses in her hair, moving one arm to cradle the nape of her neck while the other rested on her back. She in turn moved her arms underneath his and rested her hands on his shoulder blades.

Michelle was completely and utterly caught in his web of seduction. Her body moved of its own accord, and his arms were all that held her up.

And yet her body stiffened as his lips moved from her hair to her neck and down to her shoulder. It was barely perceptible, but he felt it immediately. Although he was running on pure desire, he moved his lips back to her ear and whispered softly, “Michelle, I promise, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

Somehow his words broke through the sensual haze, and Michelle felt a rush of clarity. Her confusion suddenly disappeared, and for the first time that evening there was no hesitation – she knew exactly what she wanted.

She responded with a kiss so deep and passionate it stole his breath away. Her hands moved to his chest, her fingers surprisingly steady as they released the buttons of his shirt to expose his warm skin.

“Are you sure you want this?” he questioned, looking deep into her eyes for confirmation. She nodded and continued unbuttoning his shirt.

Danny didn’t need to be told twice. Without another word he lifted her in his arms and carried her through the doorway of the darkened bedroom.

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