Amir's Point of View

Last night was crazy.  I convinced Alyssa to have dinner with me before the gala.  After all my attempts to get to know her, I finally made some progress.  Thank god for her pushy friend.  She would have never agreed to dinner, but he took charge and sent her over to my hotel.    

When Alyssa showed up, she needed help changing into this smokin' hot dress.  I was more than happy to volunteer for the job.  You can't blame me.  I've been obsessing over this girl for weeks.  I could tell she was uncomfortable, but Alyssa slowly turned around to let me zip her.   There was this moment that I just can't describe.  I moved her soft, silky hair over her shoulder and my eyes fell on a large scar and tattoo trailing her spine leading to the tiniest pair of black lace panties.   The scar held my attention for a moment, but then I couldn't help looking at her perfect butt cheeks peeking out of her tiny lace panties.  It's hard to be a gentleman and quite frankly, so was I.   No guy could fault me with that type of view.  While zipping up her dress, I managed to get things under control without acting like a creep.  I didn't want to scare her away.

Once she was dressed, we left my hotel room.  The evening started going great.   We strolled into the restaurant and every guy in the place seemed to undress her with their eyes.  I don't blame them.  She looked gorgeous.  I kept her close to me and made sure that everyone knew she was mine.  Usually, I don't care if other men look at my dates.  Alyssa brings out this possessive side of me. 

Dinner went well and Alyssa told me about her past.  The chemistry between us was strong and she even lost track of time.   It seemed like a good sign.   Alyssa let me escort her to a team event before the gala.  She introduced me to her employees and they made me feel welcome.  It was an intimate gathering with a small group.  It looked like these people were more than just Alyssa's employees.  It's like they were friends or even family.  I tried my best to make a good impression on them and it seemed like they were supportive of me spending time with Alyssa.   

After happy hour, we walked over to the gala.  I tried to stay as close to her as possible.  Her mood and body language changed as soon as we walked through the door of the venue.  She changed from the causal, fun Alyssa at happy hour to a reserved professional.  I tried to be respectful, but I found myself looking for reasons to touch her during the night.  I couldn't help resting my hand on her back or standing close enough to feel the warmth of her body.  Those moments made the countless introductions and hours of networking worthwhile. 

After a few hours, things shifted.   Alyssa decided that we had fulfilled our business obligations and could have some fun.  We were still surrounded by thousands of employees, but it was like we were the only ones in the room.   I held her in my arms, as we danced.  I flirted with her, as I fed her chocolate covered fruit.   Then, we found ourselves kissing in the photo booth and it was obvious that it was time to leave. 

Earlier in the day, I had arranged for a limo to take us on a scenic drive after the gala.  When I set it up, I assumed it would be the only way to get Alyssa to spend more time with me.    I hoped to get to know her better and maybe become friends.  Instead, I held Alyssa in my arms and kissed her as the limo drove through the city.  The connection between us was so strong and I felt like our relationship had moved to the next level.  

The limo arrived at a scenic location and I used the time with her to talk about us.  I wanted to start a relationship with her.  I needed to tell her that I had feelings for her.  I was ready to tell her that I was falling for her, but she took the conversation in a completely different direction.  

Instead of wanting to date me, Alyssa wanted a one night stand.  She thought one night of sex would be enough to quench her desires.   Then, we could go back to working together like nothing ever happened.  Her words felt like a knife through my heart.  It hurt, but I knew that I needed to take what I was given.  I recovered from the shock and anger and realized that I needed to give her a night that was unforgettable.   It needed to be one that she didn't want to end.  

I didn't waste any time.  I had the limo driver take us right back to the hotel.  I could have easily taken her right in the limo, but I wanted to make sure that it was special.  I knew that Alyssa would be looking for a reason to discount our connection.  A tryst in the back of the limo would turn our evening into something cheap and meaningless.  I held back and I am so glad that I did. 

I'll never forget the moment that I unzipped her dress and it fell to the ground pooling around her feet.  Her perfect creamy ivory skin called to me as much as her black lace bra and panties begged to be removed.  She was perfection.  At that moment, I realized that she owned me without saying a word. 

I tried to take my time with her, but we were both so caught up in the moment that things started off hard and fast.  Eventually, I slowed things down and spent a moment enjoying the look on her beautiful face as she tightened around me.  That moment was everything.  It was like I could see into her soul.  She couldn't hide her feelings from me.  I could see them without her saying a single word. 

It felt so good to have her in my arms.  I knew that I couldn't let her leave that night.  Alyssa tried to run several times, but I convinced her to stay until the morning.  When she promised to stay until breakfast, I hoped to turn that into another day together. 

Unfortunately, I woke up to Alyssa trying to sneak out of my room.  She seemed to have a good excuse, but I knew that she was just trying to distance herself.   It was obvious that Alyssa didn't expect me to wake up before she left.  Luckily, I caught her before she reached the door.  Otherwise, I would have followed her through the hotel in nothing but my boxer briefs.   I couldn't let her go.  I knew this was my one shot at turning this thing between us into something more. 

In the negotiation that followed, I won another date.   I let her leave without having breakfast with me in exchange for dinner in Napa.  Then, she walked out the door leaving me in an empty hotel room with only the lingering scent of her perfume on my sheets.  I should have been thrilled that I would be seeing her again.   I wasn't.  As soon as she left the room, it felt so empty. 

I tried to lay down for a few minutes, hoping that my exhaustion would help me drift off to sleep. I just tossed and turning thinking of her.  So, I got up and took a shower.  Then, I ordered room service.  I sat at the small table in my room eating by myself and trying to get some work done. I've countless Saturdays doing the same thing.  

In that moment, I realized that I want more than meaningless sex and weekends spent working.  I want to enjoy my life.  I want to spend my life with the right woman and Alyssa is that woman. I'm falling in love with her. 

The revelation blew me away.  It's the first time that I have felt this way about a woman.  I knew that I had to have her.  I needed to make her mine.   

Part of me felt bad for pushing her to spend more time with me. I'm not the type of guy who pursues women who aren't interested. At the same time, she has feelings for me. She just won't admit it to herself. I needed to spend more time with her, so she could see how good we would be together.   

I called the front desk and let them know that I would be checking out early.  The hotel was overbooked and the manager was happy to waive the late cancellation fee in exchange for a quick check out.  It had only been a couple of hours since Alyssa left, but I decided to give her a call.  I thought she might let me pick her up for lunch instead of dinner.  I had the perfect excuse for moving up the timeline.   Unfortunately, call after call went to voicemail. 

Undeterred, I grabbed my stuff and jumped in my rental car.  I had her address and I was determined to spend my Saturday with Alyssa.  My phone helped me navigate through the Bay Area to Napa. 

As I approached my destination, I encountered a guard gate that blocked my path to her home.  I was afraid that I would be turned away, but Alyssa had already added me to the visitor list.  When the guard found my name on the list, I was relieved.    It wasn't the fact that I got through the gate that was important.  It meant that Alyssa planned to keep our dinner date.  She didn't plan to cancel. 

I drove past enormous homes with manicured lawns and perfectly trimmed hedges.  The homes became more ostentatious as my car climbed higher toward the top of the hill.  At the very end of the road, I pull up to the most beautiful Tuscan style home.  The home is as large as the others in the community but is warm and welcoming.  It was exactly what I expected from Alyssa.

Now, I am sitting in my car thinking about everything that has happened in the last 24 hours and wondering what to do next.  I know that I need this woman in my life.  She doesn't know it, but I need to make her mine. 

I've never been so nervous in my entire life, but I know that I need to act.    I walk to the door and ring the doorbell.   The rays of the sun shine down on me and I feel like I am going to start sweating.  It takes a few moments, but eventually, the door opens and I am blinded by her beauty. 

She stands before me with the sunlight shimmering in the gentle waves of her hair.  Her blue eyes sparkle, while her rosy lips are parted in shock.  I give her a moment and when she doesn't say anything, I step forward and take her in my arms.  I touch her face and notice a light sprinkling of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose.  I can't help but trace them.   Then, I place a chaste kiss on her lips. 

I don't want to hold back.  I need to tell her what I'm thinking.  "The Alyssa at work is beautiful.  The Alyssa at the gala was sexy, but this Alyssa is gorgeous."