"Ladies, please," Ryan squeezed the space between his eyes in frustration. Claire and Martha had been in her room for thirty minutes now.
"We are almost done!" Martha shouted through the door.
He didn't understand why he was frustrated. They were still an hour ahead af schedule. Maybe it because he was impatient to see Claire in the dress he had chosen for her.
"That's what you said... thirty minutes ago!" Ryan shouted back. He heard Martha say something to Claire who in turn laughed. He stuffed his hands inside his pockets and began pacing back and forth. God, was he nervous.
It's not like he doubted Claire. They had gone over everything for the past four days and it was safe to say their plan would work. There was still some part which needed improvement though; touching. There was really no problem except for the fact that some other parts were beginning to overstep. They didn't seem to care that this was a scheme. For instance; yesterday.
"You've to look into my eyes." Ryan whispered to her as they were slow dancing to Celine Dion's My heart will go on. He subconsciously brought her closer to him and heard her little inhale when he tightened his hand around her waist. That little action sent an unwanted reaction straight down to his pants.
"Look at me."
That was mistake. She met his gaze. This was the first time they were this close. It gave him time to study her face properly. He noticed the little freckles on her nose. She had high cheekbones that were starting to get a little pink. His gaze travelled lower, to the place which distracted him everytime see spoke; her mouth. She had beautiful full pink lips. The lower lip was a little bigger but it fitted her perfectly. He suddenly had the urge to find out what they would taste like. As if reading his mind, Claire suddenly licked her bottom lip with the tip of her toungue, sending a jolt of electricity through his whole body. He didn't know who moved between them but they seemed to have gotten a lot closer. Only inches from that mouth. Maybe if he just...
"Well, they will definitely believe you if you keep that performance up." Martha's voice caused them to split up like they had been electrocuted. He suddenly missed her in his hands. Ryan loved Martha but at that moment, he wanted to strangle her. Would they have kissed if she hadn't interrupted?
Claire practically ran out of the room without a second glance to either of them. Martha continued to loom at him with a mischievous smile on her face.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything." She said with the same playful tone and the same smile.
He rolled his eyes. "I can practically hear everything you're thinking right now."
"Uh-huh." Martha could be annoying sometimes but he loved her. Next to his grandma and his sister, she was the third closest person to him. He was practically raised by her whilst his father was too busy with the businesses and his step mother with everyone else but him. His mother died when he was six and that's when he was introduced to the Gordon family. His father was already married when he met his mother. She was his shameful secret. She learnt of his marriage after she was already pregnant for him. After he was born, they lived at his martenal home, just the two of them. When he was five, she was diagnosed with lung cancer. He reached out to his father but it was already too late. A year later, she died and her last wish was he acknowledged him as his.
He moved into the Gordon's family. His new family- Alice, his stepmother, his brothers, George, Grant and Gunner- didn't really warm up to him. Ryan was the oldest among them, followed by George, Grant, Gunner and their little sister, Rachel. He grew up playing most with Rachel because his brothers despised him. It grew worse the older they became especially when their father became favouring him. By the time he was twenty-three, he was working under his father whilst his brothers were out there profligating. They always made it a habit to annoy him every chance they got. But he didn't let that drag him down. Instead he worked harder and smarter and now, he was the boss of his own company. Not his father's; his own. His father wanted to give the capital to start Elite Enterprises but Ryan flat out refused him. He didn't want to be a burden to anyone so he worked for his father until he had enough money.
Now, Elite Enterprises is one of the most biggest companies in New York, with other two branches in LA and Chicago.
One would think his brothers would finally give him the respect he deserves after all his accomplishments but, no. He himself had already given up on them years ago. He was sure he wouldn't have gone to this dinner if it wasn't for his grandmother and also to see his sister. That, and also because he wanted to show off his new wife; who was now standing in front of him.
Ryan had never ever been speechless before. Even when he married Vanessa, he had never looked at her like he was looking at Claire now. She was absolutely breathtaking. Her hair was up in a bun with two strands on either side of her face, highlighting her smooth slender neck. She was wearing very minimum makeup and he was happy she didn't cover up her freckles. He let his gaze fall to her dress- his dress- which hugged every curve perfectly. The urge to drag her back to his room and have his way way with her became unbearable. He leaned against the wall to somehow keep himself from walking.
"You're staring. Do I look bad?" She started to turn around around, looking at herself.
"Give me ten minutes and I will be right back." He didn't wait for her to reply. He heard Martha say a snark remark about time but he didn't care right now. Right now, he needed a shower. As soon as the cold water hit his skin,he felt a little better but, the images; damn the images. His cock was painfully erect now and never had he done or ever imagine that he would do what he was about to do. He brought his hand to his erection and began to move. He remembered her pink mouth, the way her breasts looked in that dress, and when she turned; good Lord, when she turned. Her back was bare, except for the four strings that were tied around. Other than that, there was nothing but pale smooth flesh. He began panting hard and groaned as he spilled himself on the bathroom floor. It took two minutes to regain his mind. What in fuck's world just happened?
What has that woman done to him?
***
Claire just stood there dumbstruck. What happened? Did he not like the dress? He was the one who bought it so how can he not like the goddam dress? She remembered the way he had practically undressed her a minute ago. She was a virgin but certainly not blind to see when a man was aroused. She had seen those looks everytime she went out with Ava and she didn't care at all, just annoyed. Any man would look at anything with hips, breasts and butt. But she hadn't been annoyed when Ryan had looked at her; infact, she had been kinda turned on by it. Nervous but definitely turned on. Especially when he had ran his fingers into his hair. She closed her eyes to keep the memory out.
Control yourself, Claire.
"Are you ready?" Claire opened her eyes to come face to face with Ryan. His hair was a little damp.
Did he just take a shower?
He had changed into a different suit and still looked dangerously delicious. No amount of clothes would ever hide those broad shoulders and lean thighs. She made an effort not to look at his hands so instead, she looked at the inked skin peeking through the three undone buttons.
"Yes." She moaned out the words. Jesus Christ Claire.
"You look..."
"Thanks. As do you." Silence. Then he began to walk towards her and stopped until they were a foot apart. He raised hand to tuck away the strand behind her ear, slightly grazing the area below before he let it fall. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning.
"Beautiful."
One word. It took one word to undo her. She had dated her share amount of men in her life. Even her last boyfriend, Todd, who she had been convinced was the one, had never made her feel like this. She never had any impulses to dive right into sex. Her first boyfriend was in college. They had gone out a few weeks and started wanting to sleep with her. She never had that feeling. All the boyfriends had been the same. At some point, she wondered if she was asexual. Even when Todd came, nothing was different. She loved him, yes but still. They had been dating for eight months and Todd had graciously been understanding about her desire to wait after marriage for sex. He had been a great guy, one of the best. That's why last year on his birthday, she had decided to gift him his present. He had been out of town and said he was going to 'pop in' to see her and go back to work. She had worn her favourite dress- the one he bought- stopped by the drug store to get contraceptives, bought his favourite food from his favourite restaurant and marched to his place to prepare for the celebration.
At first, she thought it was the TV but there was no mistaking Todd's voice. She made way to the bedroom and there he was, having the time of his life with his neighbour riding him. Turned out he had already started on his birthday celebration and had already popped in into his neighbour's vagina. They didn't notice her until she cleared her throat. Surprisingly she hadn't been hurt by Todd's betray. She wasn't even angry at him. She remember the look Todd gave her when she had told them to enjoy the food she had brought because they would be hungry after their exercise.
That was the time she convinced herself she was definitely asexual; but here she was, soaking wet for the man who has barely touched her, wishing he would just take her on this wall.
"Are you going to stand there all night?" Martha asked from behind her. Ryan chuckled.
"Strike two, Martha." She didn't know what Ryan was talking about and she heard Martha laugh. "Let's go." His hand settled on the bare part of her back and hoped he wouldn't notice the goosebumps on her skin.