Thread: The Manor (Mr. Quixotic & Malicious Lullaby)

Leaning forward, Harper plucked the crystal glass by the generous bowl and brought it to her lips, taking a much needed quench to her thirst. It didnt dawn on her that her throat became very dry from the talking. As much as she was posing herself as a confident woman who would not be intimidated by this man and the opulent surrounding, she still was. Her insides quaked despite the steadiness to her voice. Her hands still shook despite the way she held her glass and she felt like the resolve was slipping further and further away, especially as he began to speak, answering every point she had touched upon. The mask of a confident woman was exactly the kind of woman she wanted to be. It was a faade. It was neither Harper Collins or Izabel but simply the woman she always strived to be but shyness, insecurity and not knowing her true self held her back. She wanted to know herself more. She thought she knew herself. They said one had to know who they were as a person before doing anything, before getting into relationships and committing and whatnot. She thought she knew. That party changed everything and she didnt think it would. She was opened to a whole new world and it wasnt just about sex, it was just about living life without so many restraints and constrictions. It felt like she had a boa constrictor tightly wrapping around her body for so many years and she wanted to let go, she wanted to be free of that. She learned just how free she wanted to be since the party. How could she be confident about who she was when she believed what she liked and what she wanted wasnt correct? Glancing at him, she took in the full weight of his questions and although rhetorical, she still wanted to respond. She held off though and let him finish speaking. He made several good points. She could have easily not taken well at all to being so mercilessly fucked as he would have done to her only to have a cold and lonely bed after. Or be sent home after a wham-bam-thank-you-maam. She knew that. She probably would have felt like a whore who was just used for her body and nothing more. Considering she didnt resort to spreading her legs for an actual profession, mentally and emotionally Harper may not have been able to handle it. She just knew her body yearned for more than some boring, vanilla sex with someone she was dating. She wanted to be panting with exertion and having nothing done to her but it simply being the anticipation of the heat between her and the man who was seducing her. The excitement. The tingles that she got from being so close to Robert. The feeling of shivers that raced up her spine when his hand touched her side, or her backside or any part of her. His breath against her ear. Hardly any touching and yet she had left the party so wet and so turned on. That was something else, wasnt it? It was something unlike anything she had ever known and with the way things had been going that night, how she just wanted night of unbridled passion to let go of all the restraint, she probably wouldnt have cared if she ever saw him again. To her, then at least she would have lived. For once. Harper didnt come there for anything else but to collect her money. Not for a fuck, not for a chance of it. She just wanted the money she had been promised, after all it was the only reason she had attended the party. But even as he let the check float in front of her, signed and with a designated amount written to her, she didnt look at it. She couldnt take her eyes off of his and she found herself once more pulled in. She didnt let herself fall in though. She couldnt. She should just take the check and leave, after all it was what she came here for. Isnt that what she kept telling herself? But she couldnt even do that. Resting the glass of water back on the table, she lowered her chin and then glanced downward, her fingers clasping together in her lap. Well I hate to disappoint you Mr. Tisch but what we both had anticipated for did not come true. Its probably a good idea it hadnt because the next morning, I am pretty sure I would have had a boyfriend ashamed for calling me his girlfriend and I wouldnt have felt nearly as satisfied as I could have been if you just whisked me away to one of your rooms and taken me so savagely that it would only be you in my mind. She looked up to meet his gaze and smiled a little bit. No man has ever taken me the way I want. Men only make me feel ashamed for feeling and wanting what I want. Except for one. I met him at a ball and he awakened something inside of me that I knew existed but wouldnt actually identify with it. Until he humbly declined my offer to ravish me and suggested I go home to have my lover take me so I might think of him while in bed with another man. She shrugged her shoulders. The only thing I learned that night is I dont see eye to eye with my boyfriend and I have dreams wondering what it would have been like. Harper pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and she didnt take her gaze off of his. Intent, she was but she wasnt about to be desperate either. Something tells me though Mr, Tisch, that you require more than a willing women. Frankly, you could have your share of any woman you wanted. You have a look that makes panties either combust or just fall right down. Perhaps even the ability to make a womans bra pop right open with said look. She grinned a little bit. Butthat would be too easy, wouldnt it? It all would have been too easy and it would be even easier to wish it would be so easy but then there would be any fun to be had, isnt that right? Standing now, Harper picked up her bag and she slid it up her arm. She leaned over the desk slightly and pressed two fingers down onto the check and slid it back to him. I appreciate your integrity and honesty Mr. Tisch. I cannot accept it. I learned too much that night as it is to ever put a price on it. She lifted her gaze to his beautifully enticing and seducing green eyes and she smiled gently. I will take my leave now. Its been a pleasure meeting you officially. She stepped back from his desk and turned to the door. She stopped and looked back at him. I thinkI dont know how I would have responded or reacted if you said yes. She said softly. All I know is that I might have been too lost in the heat of the moment to care. Youre a nice man Mr. Tisch. A little boring even, but nice. Something twinkled in her eyes and she stepped out of his office and let herself out of the manor. Once she was in the fresh air, she let out a deep exhale of breath that she hadnt realized she was holding and walked to her car. It felt like closure but at the same time, she was ever more excited and curious about what lay deep inside of the Manor. The rooms, the benefits, the excitement. After all, Hawthorne Tisch was anything but boring.