Noah didn't seem to notice it all, as he tossed his computer bag on the couch and went over to the bar in the room and poured himself a drink.
"Do you care which room you have?" I asked him
He shook his head and then down to drink. "Knock yourself out."
I rolled my eyes at him and then went over to the room on the far side of the living area. It had a large bed that I could probably sleep in in any direction and not have any part of me dangle off. When I went into the bathroom, I had to cover my mouth to keep from squealing at the glee of seeing such a large soaking tub. Certainly, it was built for two, not that I would ever be able to share it with anyone.
As I went over to get a closer look, I saw that the hotel had a small bottle of bubble bath. I hoped that at some point during this trip that I would be able to make use of this tub. I would need it to relax, if the tension I was feeling already was any indication.
5
Noah
There was no way I was going to survive this trip. I poured myself another drink and took the glass to the other bedroom in the suite thanking God that Andi at least had the foresight to get us a two-room suite.
I'd known this trip with Andi was a bad idea the minute my grandmother suggested it, but I felt certain, based on Andi's attitude towards me, that I’d be able to keep my lustful feelings in check. And then on the airplane, she'd fallen asleep in the middle of her movie and pretty soon she had turned toward me, her head resting on my shoulder and then her hand placed on my chest. Of course, because I was such a horny bastard, I had wanted to take her hand and bring it down to where my groin was already semi-hard. Her sweet face with those luscious red lips did me in every time.
It was hard not to see how much this trip delighted her, even though I got the feeling she was trying to hold back her excitement. It wasn't until we were in the car that she fully revealed how much she was in awe as she took in the sights of Hong Kong. It was a reminder to me of how fortunate I was. Here I was whining because I had a family that loved me and was trying to push me into something I didn't want to do, and yet they'd always been supportive of me emotionally and financially. Andi very rightly called me out on it, and it struck at the heart of me when she asked if I had ever earned anything in my life. The answer was a resounding no, but that was why I was trying so hard to break away from the family business. Completing this trip was going to let me do that. That is what I needed to focus on now and not think about Andi and how much I wanted to touch her.
It was still in the morning and I was hungry, but I decided to wash away the long flight to help me wake up and then I would order coffee and breakfast from room service. Having seen Andi's expression in the car we drove through the city, I would have liked to take her out for breakfast, and then maybe on a tour of the city, but that's not what we were here for. Once we had breakfast, it would be time to work.
Once in the shower, I pressed my hands to the wall and dunked my head under the spray to douse the thoughts I was having about Andi. I had half a mind to grab my dick and jerk it off, but it was better not to go there.
Once I felt reasonably in control, I got out, putting on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. There was no reason why I had to wear a suit while I was working on a computer.
After threading my fingers through my blonde hair deciding to let it do whatever the hell it wanted, I exited the bedroom to order breakfast. I stopped short when I saw Andi on the phone. She was doing what I had planned; ordering us coffee and breakfast. It wasn't a surprise to me that she would be organized and proactive in taking care of breakfast. No, that's not what had my dick going painfully rock hard. She was standing in only a towel, her fingers clutching it together over the swells of two very sublime looking breasts.
Fuck. Shit. Hell. A litany of language went through my brain as it scattered to figure out how to respond. What I wanted to do was to go over and yank that towel from her body, but that wasn't an option. And the fact that it wasn't ticked me off. It wasn't right that I wouldn’t be able to drag my tongue over that creamy skin still damp from her shower. Or pull whatever pins were holding her up in loose tendrils. The sun shone over her and she glistened like a fucking angel. No, it just wasn't right.
She hung up the phone and turned, stopping short when she saw me standing there.
She tugged the towel up higher and tighter around her. "Oh, I didn't see you there. I thought you were in your room." She nodded toward the telephone. "I just ran out here to order some breakfast so we can get that out of the way and get to work."
It was a conscious decision to be an asshole in this moment, because it was the only response that was acceptable.
"What the hell, Andi. We were working here. This isn't some romantic getaway; this is a business trip. You can't go walking around practically naked. You need to be professional."
She stiffened and for a moment I saw hurt in her eyes, but as usual she tucked that away. I expected her to lambaste me back, but instead she looked down and began to retreat towards her room, which only made me feel like a bigger asshole.
"You're right, I'm sorry." She hurried back toward her room, shutting the door, and I regretted talking to her like that. I hurt her and I probably embarrassed her. The human part of me started toward her door to apologize.
But then I stopped myself. It would be better that she thought I was a jerk. My willpower to resist her was holding on by a thread, so she needed to be the one to keep the distance between us, which she would do if she thought I was an asshole.
To distract myself, I pulled out my phone and texted everyone that we had arrived and were settling in before we got to work. I also checked my email, but didn't see anything too important.
Our breakfast arrived, and I moved the table near the window so Andi would have a view of the city as we ate. I had our server set the spread out on the table and then tipped him as he left.
Andi still hadn’t appeared, so I tentatively went to her door and knocked. "Andi? Breakfast is here."
I left it at that and went back to the table pulling off the plate covers to see what she had ordered. Andi was one of those people that seemed to always be able to anticipate what others wanted or needed. As I looked down on the breakfast of pancakes and bacon, I suspected that she had talked to my grandmother, who had told her that pancakes and bacon with lots of syrup was my favorite. There wasn't a single egg in sight, which was good because I had never really grown to like eggs. Along with our food there was a carafe of coffee and some orange juice.
Because my mother had died when we are young, it had fallen onto my father to act as both, so he’d been the one to teach us manners, especially around women. One of those rules was not to sit before a woman at a meal. So, I remained standing at the table looking out the window waiting for Andi to come out, but my stomach was growling, and I was getting increasingly annoyed that she wasn't appearing. What was she doing in there anyway?
When she finally exited her room, I once again felt like a dick. She was dressed in the same sort of outfit she would wear to work; a dark pencil skirt, a light filmy shirt, and her hair pulled back into a professional, albeit sexy bun. I couldn't decide if she dressed like that as a way to get back at me for being such a jerk, or if she really believed me when I told her we needed to be professional. But since I didn't want to revisit that moment, I didn't say anything. Instead, I held out a chair for her.
"It looks delicious and I'm starving. How about you?" I asked as she sat and then I went across from her to sit in my chair.
She nodded and gave a small hint of a smile that I suspected was forced.