She could feel a warm tongue running along the side of her face. She smiled wistfully in her sleep induced haze, sighing at the contact. She could feel him running agonizingly slow kisses down her neck, stopping once to take her left breast in his mouth. She licked her lips and let out a long breath. He was doing things to her no one had ever done before. She could feel him in his entirety along with his, very visible, arousal. She rolled them both over sucking vigorously at his shoulder. She nibbled lightly on his collar bone until she felt him tugging at the black lace of her panties. Obliging him, she stood on the bed over him, watching him as she hooked two fingers under the lace and slid them down her beautiful caramel legs. She knew he loved this by the way he messaged her calve muscles and licked his lips before closing his eyes shut, as if savoring every bit of her in his mind. She straddled his form once more as she began sucking on his lower lip and letting her tongue slip between his lips. The erotic way he kneaded at her thighs made her grow weaker with each slow caress and touch. This wasn’t urgency but slow torture and she was loving every minute of it.

She opened her drowsy eyes and almost rolled off her bed at the shrill bark that sound and a form bounce happily on her stomach. Nichelle sat up all the way letting the events of last night play in her head. Then she began to curse herself.

“You’re such a damn loser Nick.” She whispered to herself, running her manicured nails over Baby’s soft coat of fur. She had been dreaming of him.

Geez, what is going on with me?

She looked around trying to remember exactly where she was; her lonely hotel room, she remembered. She sighed and scooted off the side of the bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she shuffled into the bathroom to relieve herself and splash some, much needed, cold water on her face.

All day he would find some way to slip into her thoughts. Well why the hell not? She was doing a story on him for Christ sake. But, she thought, maybe these types of thoughts wouldn’t really make for appropriate journalistic reporting. She needed a break from the confines of her hotel room and some fresh air. Why not explore Miami? She was in on the most culturally diverse places in Florida and she was sitting in her hotel room?

“Come on baby let’s go exploring!” The dog leaped and spun excitedly as Nichelle attached the leash. “Viva Miami!” She exclaimed as they strolled down the hall and pressed the button to wait for the elevator.

******


“Baby, I’m doing work. I wish I could. I know I’m going to miss it but I told your nana to take the camcorder with her so she gets every sugar plum fairy moment of you.” He giggled into his cell phone. “I’ll be home tomorrow baby, I promise and we can watch it together, okay? Okay, I love you too. No I love you more. Bye baby girl.” He sighed sadly as he shoved the portable device back into his pocket.

These were the times he hated the most about his career, missing important moments in his family’s lives. Especially her life. He couldn’t imagine anything more satisfying then knowing there was that one person you could always count on to love you no matter what, be it good or bad.

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“Oh my god Baby! What have you done?! I thought you were just excited to be getting outside, why didn’t you tell me you had to go to the bathroom?” Nichelle bent down to inspect the spot where the puppy had marked her territory. “Man, damn. Maybe if we don’t say anything no one will notice.” She nuzzled the dog to her breast and stood as she heard the ding of the elevator. Just as the two metal doors were completely closed, a hand abruptly reached between them, forcing them open once more. Justin stepped in quickly with his head cast toward the floor as if he were trying to figure something out.

Jesus Nichelle there he is! What a coincidence I must say, someone up there definitely loves me. Say something Nick, do something!

“Well look at what we have here. I figured you had some oppressing business last night, you ran out so fast.” She flashed her perfect teeth. His head snapped up as she began to speak and even after she had finished he couldn’t take his eyes way.

“I-I…well, I had…yea some things to take care of last night. I’m sorry about that. All in a days work, you know how it is when everyone wants a piece of you for this or that…yea.” She tried suppressing a giggle she felt bubbling to the surface. He’s nervous, she thought, perfect.

She continued to smile despite him and Baby squirming in her arms. “Oh, don’t even worry about it. I’m Nicky by the way.” She held out her delicate hand, waiting for him to take it. She put on her most seductive act as her hand gripped his. She knew if this was going to work in her favor she’d have to pull out all the stops.

“Mmm, strong grip. I figured celebrities would have one of those limp handshakes, but yours is…” She paused and licked her lips. “…rock hard.” She pulled her hand away letting the last part roll off her tongue in a throaty sigh.

“Justin.” He swallowed hard. This wasn’t like him at all. The same woman from the previous night was making him squirm, yet again. Her skin and eyes still seemed to glow, even under the poor lighting. She didn’t look as glamorous as the night before be still stunning nonetheless. Her hair was down today, falling just above her breasts. Her face was still void of all make-up and only the gloss on her plump lips. He had the compelling urge to run his knuckles over her smooth cheeks and the exposed skin her white tank top didn’t cover. He couldn’t understand what it was about her, besides her beauty, which made his temperature shoot straight into the stratosphere. He had to get his game back, and fast. He loosened the collar of his leather jacket, maybe it was a little too hot in Miami to be wearing leather, he thought suddenly. Just as he was becoming comfortable with the idea of flirting with her, the elevator's automated voice announced that they had reached the lobby, and the double doors opened.

She stepped out, placed Baby on the sparkling marble floor of the lobby, turned and smiled brilliantly. “Looks like this is my floor.”

“Oh, this is my floor too.” He spoke up, shoving his hands into his pockets. Nichelle lifted a suspicious eyebrow.

“If this is your floor…” She paused, this time to bit her lower lip. “…then why are you still standing in the elevator?” She watched as the doors began to close again and visible realization crossed his features. He quickly jumped from the small space with, very noticeable, embarrassment.

“Thanks, I would have probably gone back up and not have even noticed.” He smiled sheepishly and bent down to ruffle the excited puppy jumping at his feet. She nuzzled her tiny head into his hand and Nichelle could tell Baby had instantly fallen in love.

Good work Baby. I knew she had some tricks up her sleeve; help me reel him in further.

He stood facing her. He was so close he could smell her, although it wasn’t ‘Sunflower’ it was still a scent he could definitely become accustomed too. “Nicky, if you’re not doing anything later…”

Now it’s time for the kill.

She cut him off. “Well it was great seeing you again. I have to get this silly mutt out for her walk before she decides to mark her territory on the stone fountain.” She started to pull the whimpering puppy away without bothering to listen to Justin’s reply.

He stood stunned. Did she really just do that? This was not like him at all, he thought. Was it possible that a woman had actually and purposefully backed him into a corner only to slap him in the face by turning away as if nothing had happened? He always got what he wanted and she was what he wanted, at least for the time being.

She was grinning at her sinister plan. She knew all the workings of a good seduction and the diversion of ‘hard to get.’ She also knew he was asking himself what he had done wrong and would come running for her in five, four, three, two and…

“Nicky!” She let her smile fall and plastered on a curious, innocent look. He stopped in front of her not sure of what he was going to say; though he had it all planned in his head the words didn’t seem to want to come out.

“Would you…would you…like to do something…later…maybe? I mean if your busy then we can make it some other time or just not at all, but if you’re not busy then, you know, maybe…we could hang out.” He had said the last part so fast she had almost missed her cue to smile sheepishly.

Sucker

“Sure, we could do something. Here's my room number.” She pulled out the piece of paper she had written her information on last night but hadn’t had the chance to give to him because of his disappearing act. “I guess I’ll see you later?” She turned and walked away quickly fearing that he might see the wheels of an infamous “Nasty Nichelle" strategy at work.

This is definitely going to be interesting. He’s putty in my hands.

But something in the back of her mind was telling her that it wouldn't be as easy as she had previously thought.

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