Page 30 of Filth: An Erotic Daddy Dom Romance
Never more so had the elevator mirrors been welcomed as I stood checking my appearance, somewhat nervously smoothing my fingers again through my hair, and adjusting the tie on my suit a little neater.
I was on my way up to pick Taylor up from the apartment as agreed, and even though it was a scheduled work date, I could already feel my heart beating with excited nerves to see her.
‘’Hey Taylor it’s me’’ I said keying myself into the apartment after stepping out from the elevator ‘’…I’m 10 minutes later than what I said, so sorry. Although you can blame the annoying city traffic for that’’ I chuckled, checking my reflection again quickly in the hallway mirror ‘’I hope you’re rea-‘’
There were no words yet invented to describe the indescribable beauty that suddenly emerged before me, as Taylor stepped out from my bedroom in the attire she’d be wearing that night. All the words that did exist instantly staled in comparison the second she came into sight.
‘’You look…you look…’’
‘’I think what the broken record is trying to say is that you look an absolute vision darling’’ Skipp said strutting his way past me and taking Taylor’s hand to kiss it.
‘’And I thought I told you to stay in the car’’ I muttered after him.
‘’You mean all by myself? Where you know how I get if I don’t have anyone to conversate with’’ Skipp scoffed across at me with a playful pout, while amorously raising Taylor’s hand above her head, and spinning her around so he could devour the rest of her body…that beautiful alluring slender body, in the very elegant, and very damn fucking sexy floor length backless nude colored dress she’d bought to wear that night…yep, you really have no one but yourself to blame now for the hard on you’ll be stuck carrying for the next few hours. You did after all give her the money, along with the clear set instructions on what to buy with it. Yeah but how did I know she’d go ahead and nail it hole in one like that?? I thought arguing back and forth with my inner thoughts, in the heavy euphoric state I was entranced in still over just how stunningly gorgeous Taylor looked that night.
I stood watching with a slight twinge of jealousy nipping my nerves, over her sweet face shyly lowering from the ebullient flirtatious nature of my best friend Skipp showering her with compliments. I can’t even lie and say I didn’t get it, she looked stunning! What man wouldn’t want to get close to that? But Skipp was also a married man, and if his hands continued to lower the way they were down her dress, then I’d not be opposed to reminding him of that fact.
‘’You look beautiful Taylor’’ I said walking up between them and placing my arm around her waist, where I leaned down and gave her a soft kiss either side of her pretty pink cheeks, making her somewhat blush nervously again a little like last night when giving me my massage, which in my heart made me smile warmly.
‘’So, are we ready to go? I plan on turning The Good Bar bad tonight by getting insanely shit faced the first opportunity I get’’ laughed Skipp ‘’that way I can sleep like a hibernating beaver the entire weekend without the worry of unnecessary interruption’’ he smirked strutting his way over to the door and holding it open for Taylor and me.
‘’Are you ready beautiful?’’
TAYLOR POV:
He called me beautiful! He just called me beautiful! Oh god Taylor get a freakin’ grip would you, he was just being polite is all. Yeah but… he called me beautiful!
‘’Ready as ever’’ I grinned, and with my arm lightly hooked through Hudson’s who held his out to escort me, I walked from the suite with both gentlemen into the elevator waiting.
Everyone was quiet as we traveled our way down, with only the light hum of the carriage as it descended in motion on its way down to the ground floor.
Positioned comfortably inside the elevator between the two six-foot-and-over men either side of me, I stole a quick look first up at Skipp and his unique silver blonde slicked back hair, which tonight was fashionably accompanied by a rich black satin suit with thick paisley design on it. No shirt was worn underneath, teasing just enough of his bare toned chest to make him look kinda hot, while showing off in full the cool medieval cross tattoo on the left side of his neck.
I then turned and looked up at Hudson, feeling my arm cling tighter to his while taking in with a dreamy warm smile the inch-by-inch richness of his deepened good looks, of his too slicked back dark hair - although his was never pasted down with the excessive gel I could see Skipp used. His always had a light soft flow to it, perfectly complimenting his deep blue eyes and delicious-shaped lips, which I so desperately wanted to kiss.
Last was the sexy neat stubble grazing his handsome face that I’d give anything to feel against mine…Jesus girl, that massage last night has sent you into a tailspin! I thought, having to firmly remind myself yet again that Hudson was no longer my Mr. Midnight, he was my boss now. Meaning I had to act appropriately around him, with no more impromptu offers of one-on-one massages that worked as innocent loopholes to feed my hungered desire.
I was finding it incredibly hard though, as he looked -for lack of a better word- dangerously handsome that night. All dapper in his black Gucci tuxedo suit from the little label I saw on the cuff of his sleeve, to the smart crisp white handkerchief he had peeking just out from the breast pocket. He was dressed like a true gentleman that night, and I felt my face instantly redden when suddenly realizing only now that he was looking down at me also.
‘’You okay there Taylor, are you cold? I could give you my jacket if you’d like’’ he smiled warmly.
‘’And cover up that stunning dress, nonsense’’ Skipp said turning and smiling down at me also, which instantly made me laugh. I liked him, he was funny. And any friend of Hudson was a good friend of mine.
‘’Aww no, I’ll be okay Hudson, thank you so much’’ I said smiling up at him.
‘’Well if you change your mind, just let me know’’ he smiled back politely, and with a low smirked chuckle of amusement, Skipp exited the elevator first when it landed, with Hudson and me following behind. Then, down we all went in the second elevator to the building's underground car park, where Hudson cruised us downtown at a refreshing top speed to Seattle’s The Good Bar where the party was being held that night.
CHAPTER 21
HUDSON POV:
‘’…oh, the pleasures all mine’’ smiled Taylor, her sweet entrancing nature captivating like magic the eye of every investor in the room whom I’d introduced her to.
She was already by far the star of the party, twinkling just as bright as those in the midnight sky, and brighter even in my heart.
‘’Quite the impression you’re making so far’’ I grinned with approval down at her ‘’and I want you to keep that impression going, as your job tonight is to mingle and make me look good’’
‘’Oh yes of course’’ Taylor said nodding her head up in earnest at me.
