Beautiful Mistake

KYLA

His body was sculpted like a statue, each muscle clearly defined as he pulled off his shirt and stepped in close to kiss me. I couldn’t resist running my hand over every ridge of his abs.

He reached around and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. One hand cupped the side of my head, his thumb brushing my cheek. The other hand expertly undid my bra.

I sat on the bed and pulled him toward me, feeling the warmth of our bodies connecting. His lips flew over my exposed skin, his stubble lightly tickling me.

Having abstained for three months, I was already very wet. He could sense it and slid my panties down.

I felt his bulge against my leg and couldn’t wait. I tugged his boxers off, grabbed his hard cock, and—

***

The alarm on my phone blurted like a goose call, smashing through my memories of the night before. It was Sunday, but I must have forgotten to shut it off. When I looked at the date on my phone it dawned on me that it was not Sunday at all. I had to be at work in an hour.

Groaning, I rolled over and dismissed the alarm, only then noticing the bed was not my own. It was too…cloud-like.

My eyes snapped open to reveal sunlight glistening over what was, without a doubt, the most beautiful apartment I’d ever been in. And I worked in a hotel—I’d seen my fair share of presidential luxury suites.

The room was open and spacious, the wardrobe made of intricately-carved dark mahogany, and there was a car-sized TV mounted on the wall.

It was immaculately clean, except for the two sets of clothes hastily discarded.

Mine.

And his.

Had I really slept with a stranger?

And after I’d specifically promised myself I wouldn’t do that.

The idea of it sent my mind reeling. A stranger had seen me naked!

He’d run his tongue over every inch of my body!

I’d played the game. And I’d won.

I’d had a one-night stand with a complete and total stranger. A stranger who…was no longer in the room…

I looked around but didn’t see him anywhere.

Where was he?

What if he came back?

Shit!

This was just a one-night stand. I didn’t really want to see him right now.

The sex had been pretty amazing. Amazing enough to want a second round this morning. One more time wouldn’t hurt, would it?

No, I couldn’t risk it. I needed to sneak out before he returned.

I quickly donned my clothes— I peeled my panties off the marble bathroom floor. I couldn’t find my shirt anywhere.

I had fifty minutes before I had to be at work. I couldn’t go in looking like this. It was obvious I was in the middle of a walk of shame, and while my friends vowed never to slut shame, the same could not be said about my co-workers. Plus I had a reputation to keep up. What would my boss think of me?

I quickly jumped into the shower. It was one of those showers that doubled as a steam room. I wished I could stay there longer, but I had places to be. I squirted some toothpaste onto my finger, using it as a makeshift toothbrush, then gargled some mouthwash. I slicked my wet hair back into a bun.

Now for the issue of the missing shirt.

After a few minutes of intense searching, I finally found my shirt. It was torn apart. The lace was completely destroyed. I remembered Jensen ripping it off my body the night before. Even the memory aroused me.

I need to focus.

I rummaged through Jensen’s closet, looking for something that could pass for my own. I finally found a crisp white fitted shirt. I rolled up the sleeves and tucked the shirt into my black trousers from the night before. It would be my souvenir from my first one-night stand. Returning the shirt definitely went against the rules of the game.

I quickly reapplied my lipstick and rushed out the bedroom door.

I looked for the main entrance, finally settling on the door at the end of the hall.

“Excuse me, Miss. Do you need any help?”

Spinning, I saw an older man with green eyes and graying hair, the driver from last night. His name, I think, was…Dante?

“No, no,” I sputtered. “I’m okay. I have work today. So, I’ll just be on my way.”

He chuckled. “We’re on the top floor of a penthouse, Miss. And that is a linen closet. Might I suggest the elevator instead?” he said, nodding down a separate hallway.

I felt my face flush but kept my head high. “Thank you.” With an abrupt turn, I walked down the hall and pressed the call button.

“If you would like,” he said, “I can give you a ride. Mr. Ha—”

“Thank you,” I replied, cutting him off. “But that won’t be necessary.”

The elevator arrived with a ding. I stepped in and pressed the close door button, trying to leave as quickly as possible.

I’d never experienced a walk of shame before, but now, as the clopping of my heels echoed through the pristine lobby, I felt like all eyes were on me.

Keeping my head high, I exited the building and hailed a cab.

As I sat in the cab, on the way to work, part of me felt so icky. I didn’t know him.

What if he had diseases?

Ew!

But I’d also enjoyed it much more than I thought I would.

It felt natural, like we somehow already knew each other’s bodies.

How did two people who barely knew each other connect so well?

Maybe he was just very experienced? I’d only been with Alden, so what did I really know?

But, after Alden…

Well, this was a breath of fresh air.

It was weird comparing Jensen to Alden, but the sex had been so much more intense. Alden always just seemed to be moving through a checklist of tasks, like he was doing routine maintenance on a car.

Jensen, on the other hand, had immediately taken charge, pleasuring me with his mouth, his hands, his fingers.

It didn’t feel routine, it felt like we were just flowing wherever our desires took us.

He was fucking amazing, I thought, as a small shiver trickled through my pelvis.

I immediately recoiled, aghast at my inability to control my arousal. You are in the back of a cab on your way to work. Get it together.

I’d let Alden in, and he’d really hurt me.

I couldn’t give anyone else that kind of power.

My phone buzzed, distracting me. It was my personal secretary, Rhea.

Perhaps my boss Brian Leach was having a fit because I was late. That wouldn’t surprise me—he made no secret about his disdain for me.

When I got to the hotel, Rhea, dressed in a lime green pantsuit, met me at the front door.

Whatever had happened, it was important enough for her to brief me in person before I entered.

“They’re replacing Mr. Mayfield!” she blurted out.

“What?” Mr. Mayfield was the hotel’s General Manager. He’d held the position for the past two decades. “When?”

“Effective immediately. Mr. Mayfield is out, and the new person begins.”

Shit, this was big news. “Thanks for telling me here,” I told Rhea. “You may have saved me from walking into a conversation unprepared.”

My mind was already racing. Why hadn’t it been announced? We should have had weeks to prepare for a new boss.

I was about to say more when someone moving in the hotel lobby caught my eye. Glancing over, I noticed a large, imposing man confidently striding toward me.

My one-night stand.

Jensen.