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Black Book Girl Not Call Girl

The snow fell silently out in the brightly lit city street. The lights from the many holiday decorations forcing back the darkness. He stood at the window of the opulent hotel room, staring out into the night, watching the street closely. Slowly he set the now empty highball glass with its melting ice on the window ledge and ran a hand through his tousled light brown hair. It was getting late and though she’d never stood him up, never not come when he called, he always worried, just a bit, that this would be the night. He sighed, thinking of all the many women who would have been there before he could hang up the phone, young and old wanting him. There were even a few still outside the hotel, standing in the steady fall of white flakes looking up, hoping for a glimpse trying to figure out which room he was in, what alias he had used this time. The offered themselves freely. Happy just for some time in his presence, even if only a few moments, but they weren’t what he wanted. He wanted her. The curse of a man who could have anyone was to want the one women whom he knew he could never have completely.

He had tried again and again. Offered to pay for an apartment and car and give her anything she’d like just to be there when he needed her…Wanted her. But she refused, using lines from movies, telling him she wasn’t about to be his “beck and call girl” and that while it was a lovely offer, she enjoyed her freedom to live her life as she wished. Then warned him again about having someone follow her or trying to find out more about her with a private investigator, noting that if she ever even suspected this was happening she would be gone and while he might find out something it wouldn’t be everything and she would never speak to him again. It sounded harsh, but her eyes were soft when she said it and she made it clear that was not something she wanted to do, but had to protect herself and her privacy and would not tolerate him breaking the trust they had established. Normally he was the one worried about being exposed, but in their relationship he knew she would never do that, her discretion one of the things that drew him to her in the first place.

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A Friend With A Black Book

A recommendation from a friend of a friend who knew someone she knew, had led to their first meeting. He smiled remembering the first time he had seen her and turned his back to the window, giving up on catching sight of her arrival for the time being and looking around the exclusive suite he reserved when he was here in the city. They had arranged to meet privately, not her favorite idea, but being as his face was impossible to miss and she didn’t relish having hers splashed across the newspapers and entertainment magazines she had agreed, sending a friend first to make sure she was dealing with whom she was told she would be meeting and not one of his people. He’d laughed when he opened the door to a small oriental woman who quickly turned and motioned to the shadows in the hallway behind her. His breath caught in his chest at the site of her. Not because she was so exceptional looking, she was gorgeous, but he’d seen many models and beautiful women and was normally unaffected. There was something else about her though, a confidence when approaching him that he wasn’t used to and a playful glint in her eyes he hadn’t expected. The long blonde hair and sultry curves he’d been told about, but when she stepped past him into the room, green eyes meeting his, she smiled and gave him a wink he wasn’t prepared for.

That was when he knew he wanted her, something about her. The way she stood in the long black coat, wrapped tightly at the waist, high boots belying any indication of what she might be wearing underneath. He remembered waiting, wanting her and yet feeling as though she were already in control. She seemed amused and looked him up and down, openly, before leaning back against the door and motioning to him to come to her. Their lips met and he was lost, her hands making him harder than he’d been, losing the control he normally held so tightly to. He wanted her and could feel she wanted him to as she wrapped her legs around him, letting the coat ride up and revealing nothing underneath at all, not even the cliché panties and bra. That was even more exciting somehow, though he hadn’t gotten a look at her body then, not really, he’d been inside her quickly and needed her more than he ever remembered wanting or needing anyone.

The memory had him excited again, thinking of how many times after that and how each one was new and amazing he jumped at the soft knock on the door. It couldn’t be her, she hadn’t knocked in ages. He walked over opening it and smiling widely at the blonde in the black coat and boots standing there with the wry grin. Taking her hand he pulled her inside and kissed her, getting harder as she whispered that it seemed like a good night to meet all over again. He silently thanked the friend of the friend with the black book who had brought her to him.