After we check in to our separate hotel rooms, I lead her to the first stop on our afternoon of sightseeing.
The Sky View Observatory is at the top of a downtown skyscraper. At lunchtime on a weekday, the building is packed. Violet sticks by my side in the crowded elevator. She slides her arms around my waist and rests her head against my chest.
Holding her body against mine makes
me warm all over.
The elevator arrives at the forty-somethingth floor. We walk around the corner to the second elevator, the one that goes all the way to the top.
This time, we're alone. Violet sighs with relief.
Her lips curl into a smile as she looks up at me. "Think we have time for anything fun?" She hooks her leg around my hip, grinding her pelvis against mine.
"I'm game to find out."
She shakes her head and unlocks our bodies. Her eyes go to the elevator's control panel. "We only have ten floors to go."
It's a shame. She looks hot as fuck in her tight black and red dress. I want to tug at the corset lacing until her breasts spill out. I want to push that short skirt to her waist and dive between her legs. I want to pin her to the elevator wall and drive my cock deep inside her.
The elevator ding pulls me out of my thoughts.
She claps her hands together. "Let's go."
I take her hand and lead her through the admissions counter—she doesn't fight me about paying. She walks straight to the window looking out on the bay. She gets close enough to press her nose to the glass.
Her eyes go wide. Her smile spreads to her cheeks. I get why Violet tries to convince everyone she's a stone cold bitch, but I'm surprised she's as good at it as she is.
This—the girl squealing with joy over the fantastic view—is the Violet only I know. But this is Violet. Her guard is down. She's utterly without pretenses.
She's mine now as much as she was mine when she was coming on my hand last night.
My hands are itching to be between her legs again. I shove them in my pockets to keep them in line. This isn't the time or the place.
She locks arms with me and guides me through the exhibit. Every angle of the view fascinates her. It's a hell of a view. Seattle has everything— miles and miles of suburbs, a smattering of skyscrapers, puffy white clouds and a gloomy grey sky, deep blue water in every direction.
Hell, we can even see the Space Needle from here.
Once we've seen every angle the observatory has to offer, we start at the beginning and do it all over again.
Violet takes in the view of the pristine suburbs. "You think I'd like it in Seattle?"
"Cali girls need the sunshine."
She laughs. "You have got to stop with the Cali girl thing. It's ridiculous."
"Worried about your reputation?"
She shoots me a please look. "My reputation is doing just fine." She tugs at the flared skirt of her corset-top dress. Her eyes go to the grey sky. "It is gloomy here." Her voice drops. "I miss the sun when I'm in New York."
"You know where you want to go after school?"
"No." She turns to look at me. "I like New York. And Los Angeles. But I'm not sure what I want to do yet. I thought about staying in school to get a PhD, but I'm sick of academia. I want to be in the real world."
"You could stay our tour accountant."
"You don't need someone full time."
I stare into her green eyes. "What if I want you full time?"