Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

Leila sat in the bar sipping on her cold martini and looking at the crowd in the bar. The place was sparsely populated being a weekday, but she did not mind.

She simply needed a night out after the long day she had had. A few men threw her obvious signals which she outwardly ignored. She threw a quick glance at her wrist watch and was more than happy she still had an hour more to waste.

She flipped through her cell phone in search of company and was not surprised when her best friend picked up the phone after two rings.

“Hello stranger,” she spoke in a cheeky loud voice and was more than sure she was drunk from the few giggles she sent her way.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

“You know the usual business,” she answered. “Why?”

“I am out today, thought you could join me for a drink or two.”

“I can’t believe I am missing out on a night out with you. You could join us you know?”

This last phase was said with a lot of hesitance; her friend was a renowned escort and had tried to seduce her into the game ever since she could remember. She, however, declined, told her good-bye and hung up the phone on her.

She went on to sip on her drink and did not see the tall man who approached her at the bar counter. His fingers touched her left shoulder making her lightly jump from the unexpected touch.

“I thought that was you,” Fred, her father’s best friend of very many years smiled at her before leaning in for a tight hug.

“Mr. Stewart, what a surprise.”

“I am the one who should be surprised. Weren’t you just eight years old the other day with piggy tails and pink dresses?” he asked in utter mockery. “You are all grown up now, sipping on martinis on a bar looking like a young woman.”

Leila smiled back at him sweetly but could not help but notice the covetous look he was giving her.

He carefully took in her appearance but she did not mind and went on to invite him on the stool right next to her.

“What will you have?” she asked as she summoned the bartender.

“Are you seriously buying me a drink?”

“Yes, anything wrong with that?”

“Yes,” he answered in shock. “A lady should never buy a man a drink.”

“I don’t mind,” he shook his head in disapproval. “Begs the question, who have you been dating?”

“I don’t date.”

The bartender was waiting on them to order and that made Fred divert his attention reluctantly from her.

“I will have a double scotch on the rocks and the lady will have a bloody MaryContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“I am good with my martini,” she intervened quickly but surprisingly to her Fred did not want to hear any of it.

“Let me order for you, Leila, allow me to be in control.”

The plea in his eyes was shocking to her, but she nevertheless let him lead the way after all he was almost the same age as her father. She was beginning to hate the night and inviting him to join her for drinks even before their drinks arrived.

“I take it you do not like being told what to do?”

“Comes with the occupation.” “Still single I presume?” “Yes, and I am not searching.”

He let out a sarcastic chuckle under his breath before sipping on his drink. He took in the surroundings of the club before waving to a few people who knew him. Leila did not know why she felt a pang of jealousy settle in the pit of her stomach when he did this but didn’t let him notice it.

“So how have you been Mr. Stewart? I have not seen you in ages.”

“Please, call me Fred. I have been around, went through a dramatic divorce but here I am.”

“I am so sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, it was bound to happen from the get go,” he answered with a hint of bitterness in his voice. She felt sympathetic toward him especially when the images of how in love he was with the wife popped up in his head.

The bloody Mary tasted better than she had expected but she was not ready to admit to Fred that his choice was right on the money.

“I heard you graduated from architectural school?” he asked curiously. “Yes I did.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Not really.”

He laughed again before taking a sip from his glass and sitting up to have a better view of Leila who was not ready to let anyone in.

“You are one hard nut to crack but at the same time a very good and easy read.”

“Are you sure you are not viewing me from the piggy trails perspective?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s have it,” Leila said as she sat up in her seat, the drink had made her a bit light headed but she did not mind. “I want to know what you have figured out about me thus far.”

He smiled at her naughtily before sitting up in his seat and had eye contact with her before proceeding.

“You were probably deeply affected by your parent’s divorce, went through a few failed relationships and decided to pour yourself into your career.”

Leila went silent and this time gobbled down her drink before placing the empty glass on the bar counter. She crossed one leg over the other revealing her luscious thighs peeking through her pencil skirt.

Just as she was searching for the perfect re-battle for Fred, she caught it again, a perverted smile curved his lips and his eyes spelled out the unspeakable things he would do to her if given the chance.

“You might be right,” she answered, trying to divert his attention from her thighs. She surprisingly did not feel offended or disturbed by his entire demeanor.

“I know I am right.”

“You are not always right.”

“Ask your dad,” he let out with another chuckle before emptying the contents of his glass. “I need to head back home, want a ride?”

“No, I will drive myself back.”

“I can’t allow you to do that; you have had too much to drink.”

“You are not my dad. I don’t have to take any orders from you,” she snapped.

Fred got to his feet, moved closer to her and spanked her ass in a way that no one else saw. He then leaned closer to her ear and slightly pulled back her hair before whispering in it.

“Get your sweet ass in the car.”

Leila would have ordinarily not responded to a man treating her that way but there was something about Fred that fascinated her.

His touch on her behind made her excited and the hair pull got her wet. She emptied the contents in her glass almost immediately before getting to her feet as well and walking out of the bar.

“But what will happen to my car, I can’t just leave it here?”

“I will take care of that,” he said in an almost commandeering yet assuring voice. He led her to his car and was not surprised it was the same Cadillac he had owned for so many years.

She got into the passenger’s side and relaxed in her seat. Fred shut her door and walked over to his side of the car, got in and started driving. The sexual tension between them was building and the few drinks she had taken only made matters worse.

She took in her surroundings as they drove oblivious of their surroundings but did not care.

“I need to be at work by 8:00 a. m.”

“Not to worry.”

“I will have to rush home for other clothes though,” she went on to say. “I will take care of that as well.”

The authoritative tone in his voice made her feel at ease and she shut her eyes and relaxed in her seat as the car kept on moving.

He finally parked at the front of a mansion and waited for the security guy to open the gate after hocking twice. The many questions Leila wanted to ask were all numbed when his hand rested on her left thigh. His touch was electric and gave her ideas when he squeezed slightly.