11-20-2021, 07:42 PM
Adrian retracted his hand. It was not a complete rejection given the invitation that followed, but it wasn’t the melting into his embrace he typically experienced. He was a devilishly handsome fellow. He wasn’t so ignorant to not be willing to charm and seduce his way into what he wanted. Nor was he so stupid to assume it was only women who wielded such power. Physical intimacy was more than fine, but it was connection that Adrian craved. Not one of a soul to some mystical mate; he’d likely sell his soul if it got him what he wanted. No. It was contacts and a network that fed him his ultimate desire. It wasn't the beams of steel that stretched the skyscraper to the clouds. It was the rebar buried out of sight that twisted the strength of a trillion fibers together that built an empire, and the costs of such expansion usually required sacrifice. He knew what it meant to sacrifice blood, sweat and tears for ambition. If beautiful company filled the nights along the way, he would not ignore it.
Without her arm, Adrian nodded amicably and escorted Natalie out of the club with the sheerness of his steady presence. Beyond, her car was summoned. It would likely earn her distaste, but he went so far as to open the door for her. Women and their fussy clothes and precarious shoes usually appreciated the gesture, even if it was old-fashioned. He smiled apologetically, as if he was bound to the service regardless of what either of them thought of such silliness, before going around and climbing into the back seat beside her. The gray of his gaze lingered on hers for a few moments.
“Where does one go for air in Moscow?” he asked, interested to know the instructions she would bestow upon the driver. With another woman, he might have offered the fresh air of his building penthouse balconies. The hotel occupied most of the building, but the highest levels were sectioned into his living spaces. But given the previous rejection of a mere arm, she was likely not ready to accept such an obvious excuse to retire to privacy. So he waited patiently, at her mercy, to experience what would soon unfold.
[[Natalie moded with permission.]]
Without her arm, Adrian nodded amicably and escorted Natalie out of the club with the sheerness of his steady presence. Beyond, her car was summoned. It would likely earn her distaste, but he went so far as to open the door for her. Women and their fussy clothes and precarious shoes usually appreciated the gesture, even if it was old-fashioned. He smiled apologetically, as if he was bound to the service regardless of what either of them thought of such silliness, before going around and climbing into the back seat beside her. The gray of his gaze lingered on hers for a few moments.
“Where does one go for air in Moscow?” he asked, interested to know the instructions she would bestow upon the driver. With another woman, he might have offered the fresh air of his building penthouse balconies. The hotel occupied most of the building, but the highest levels were sectioned into his living spaces. But given the previous rejection of a mere arm, she was likely not ready to accept such an obvious excuse to retire to privacy. So he waited patiently, at her mercy, to experience what would soon unfold.
[[Natalie moded with permission.]]