Simply Sara
by Robin Pentecost
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Chapter 1
Sara watched the man who sat at her desk. His head was bent forward as he signed the contract for a major conference to be held at her hotel. His blond hair and close-cropped, slightly darker beard contrasted strongly with his dark business suit. His powerful shoulders moved slightly as he adjusted the papers and sat back with a smile. Sara smiled back at him, feeling a warmth begin to spread inside her. The last two days had been hard work. She wasn´t sure whether her feeling was pleasure at landing a good contract, or at meeting a desirable man. Or both.
“Well, that´s it,’ he said. “I think we´ll be very pleased with this location, and I hope I´ll be able to work closely with you on the advance planning.’
“That´s my job, Steve,’ Sara responded. “As Conference Manager here at the hotel, I´ll be involved in all aspects of making sure your meeting goes the way you want it to.’
“I must say that your ability is one of the things that influenced our site location team´s decision during this visit,’ Steve said. “We need someone we can depend upon at your end, and you certainly seem to be that kind of person.’
“‘Thank you, Kind Sir, she said´,’ Sara quoted. “Now, can I offer you a drink in the lounge before you leave?’ Sara´s pleasure at Steve´s compliment seemed to make the warm feeling grow a little, and she realized that she was actually blushing. This conference was an important one, and her first big success since taking over the Conference Manager´s job. Ten years in the business had finally brought her to a job she could take pride in, and where she could see some real results.
“Well, thanks, I´d like that,’ Steve said, “but actually, I´m planning to stay over tonight, even though it´s Friday. We couldn´t get a plane back until tomorrow. But, since tomorrow´s Saturday, how about having dinner with me tonight?’ Steve rose and came around the big cherry-wood desk to shake Sara´s hand.
Steve´s physical presence struck Sara hard. The successful conclusion of their business seemed to have relaxed her tension and the warmth she had been feeling began to focus itself. She recognized the first feeling of desire. Impatiently, she thrust the feeling aside.
“Thank you, Steve, but our General Manger doesn´t encourage us to meet clients outside of business hours or outside the hotel. I think it´s a little old-fashioned, but he´s the boss.’ She felt herself shiver slightly as Steve let his surprise show on his face. He still held the hand he had taken, and now covered it with his other.
“You´re not kidding, are you?’ he said with a smile and a shake of his head. Sara´s warm feeling rose another notch.
“No, I´m not. Now, let´s go have that drink,’ Sara said, a trifle impatiently, taking her hand from between his with just a hint of answering pressure to let him know his interest was welcome. Her pleasure at his incredulity was sort of offset with impatience that he had not immediately accepted her statement.
“Anyway, I´m sure you´ll find plenty to do tonight,’ she went on. “You and your team have had a good time here in town, haven´t you?’ She began to lead the way toward the lounge. The hotel was new, the decor lavish with wood paneling and deep pile carpets on the marble floors.
“Oh, certainly, and partly thanks to your suggestions. You seem to really understand what we were looking for, especially last night. That strip joint was a gas. I wouldn´t have expected you to know about it. That was a real down and dirty place.’
Sara frowned, noticing that her boss was approaching across the lobby. “Please, let´s not talk about that now, Steve.’
He nodded to Steve but spoke to Sara. “Miss Compton, may I speak with you a moment?’ The nasal voice of Henry Jefferson began and ended every sentence with a condescending sniff.
Sara turned to Steve, saying, “Steve, why don´t you find a table? I´ll only be a moment.’ Steve, who had met Jefferson and didn´t particularly liked him, nodded to the man and entered the lounge.
“Miss Compton, I don´t care to have our people holding hands with guests or customers,’ Jefferson began immediately. “I saw you in your office just now, you know.’
“Really, Mr. Jefferson? I shook hands with Mr. Calvin after he signed the contract to hold his convention here. Surely, that´s permissible? I don´t think I care for your implication, sir.’ Sara wasn´t about to let the little prig put her on the spot.
“Well, I congratulate you on getting the contract. But, I won´t have our hotel´s reputation endangered by any public displays. Please keep that in mind, Miss Compton.’ Jefferson scowled at her and marched off.
As such confrontations always did, this one made Sara fuming mad. She strode angrily toward the lounge. At the entrance, she stopped to look over the reservation book and give herself a moment to recover.
Steve was sitting at a table near the window overlooking the pool, his face in profile, the sun gilding the blondness of his beard. His head was clearly contrasted against the dark green of the plants beside the table. Somehow, as she looked at him, her anger and desire combined and she found herself thoroughly horny. It had been several days since she had last been really satisfied, even counting the quickie she had managed the night before.
Sighing, she walked toward Steve and sat on the banquette beside him instead of across the table. It was a small defiance of Jefferson´s attitude, but Sara needed the feeling of someone close by.
“I´ve already ordered,’ Steve said. “Scotch for me and wine for you, right?’
Sara looked at her watch. “Well, it´s after working hours, so that´s just fine. Thanks.’
“You mean you can´t even drink during working hours?’ Steve asked. “I´m sure glad your boss doesn´t run the Conference Department.’
“Mr. Jefferson runs a very good hotel, Steve, as you know very well. We´re the best in town. If his rules for staff seem a little strict, it certainly doesn´t hurt our service or our other customer benefits.’ Sara hated to defend the man, but what she said was true. “And anyway,’ she added with a smile, “I simply don´t drink on the job, rules or no rules.’
Their drinks arrived, and they toasted the coming conference. “Now, tell me,’ Steve said, looking her directly in the eye, “how did you know about that strip joint? I´ve been to all kinds of places where girls take off their clothes, but I´ve never seen a show like that one. Those weren´t girls, they were women. They did a lot more than just take their clothes off and you knew exactly what they were doing. I damn near came in my pants.’
“Perhaps I shouldn´t have sent you there,’ Sara said with a grin, “but you said you wanted to see a good one. That´s the best one I´ve seen. I figured you´re a big boy, you can handle the real stuff.’
“You´ve been there, have you? I´m revising my opinion of you a little. You´re not Ms. All Business, are you?’
Sara returned his look seriously. “When it´s business, Steve, I´m All Business. That´s the way I am. Anyway,’ she temporized, “it´s my job to know the local night life first hand. One of my friends usually takes me there.’
Steve´s eyes left her face and slowly took in the front of her navy serge suit. Sara felt his eyes on her breasts and the heat inside her made her shiver again. The movement shifted her breasts slightly, a fact that did not escape Steve. Trying to recover gracefully, Sara straightened her shoulders slightly – which of course, thrust her breasts even more firmly forward.
“And when it´s pleasure, Sara? Are you All Pleasure?’ Steve´s thigh moved to touch hers beneath the table. After a moment´s hesitation, Sara moved just enough break the contact. But, she was now thoroughly turned on.
A movement across the room caught her eye. Relieved to change the subject, she turned to Steve. “There are your other two guys. Do you want to ask them to join us?’
“I don´t think so, Sara. Just give me a moment, will you?’ Steve rose and went to talk briefly with the young men, both about his age and just as attractive, who had been working with them during the week. He stepped out into the hall with them for a moment.
Sara tried to regroup. For some reason, her anger at Jefferson and her natural horniness had combined to give her a raging case of the hots. She tried to bring her sexual reaction under control, but she had little success. She just would have to deal with it until she could get home, get her clothes off and call someone to help her out.
Steve returned and sat beside her again. This time, he sat down so close that Sara couldn´t avoid the pressure of his thigh against hers without moving to the other side of the table. She knew Steve intended that. “Well, what the hell?’ Sara thought. It felt good, and she was beginning to think that that was what really mattered. Her naturally prominent nipples hardened and she knew they would be visible against the smooth front of her ruffled, white silk blouse. She slipped the jacket button loose and turned toward Steve, allowing the jacket to fall away from her breast, noting the effect. ‘Maybe it´s not nice to tease,´ she thought, ‘but he started it, and it´s fun.´
“I´ve made up my mind,’ Steve said to her, after first looking pointedly where her erect nipple raised the fabric of her blouse. “I want to take you to dinner tonight. And, I want you to leave right now, so your boss will see you, and then meet me wherever you want to eat in about an hour. I know enough about Ms. All Business. Now, I want to get to know the rest of you. Yes, or No?’
Sara looked out the window for a moment, trying to make up her mind. There would be hell to pay if Jefferson found out. And, Sara knew that one of her lovers was never more than a moment away by phone and would willingly help her solve her problem. She looked back at Steve and felt the warmth of this thigh. He was still looking at her breast. He looked up into her eyes. ‘How obvious can you get?´ she thought. ‘Sizing me up like a side of beef. Men are all alike. But, then, I´m no different.´
“Yes, but make it eight o´clock,’ she said.
Sara gave Steve the address and phone number of a good restaurant well away from the hotel and told him to call for a reservation – it was a popular place, even though out of the way. Sara signed the check, and with a brisk, business-like handshake, said good-bye and left the lounge.