Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 31

LISA 

May 11th 2018  

I quickly open the door and let Rachel in. The moment she steps through the threshold, I close the doors being sure to lock them again. I take her by the arm and move us away from the public eye. 

When I look at her she seems off.

Not her usual perky self. 

"Did someone hurt you?" I ask her as I run my eyes over her body. 

Visually checking for any signs of abuse.

She pulls on her ear lobe, nervously taking in her surroundings.

"Can we go somewhere and talk in private?" Her voice carries a trembling note wrapped around her words. 

I start to worry, wondering what could've brought her here at this time of the morning. She should've been at the gym leading her work out class to a body slimming victory. 

I nod my head and lead us to a vacant room. Quickly stepping inside, I close the door and lock it behind us. 

"Is everything okay?" I turn to face her.

Resting my body against the door.

Secretly trapping her in the room with me.

I won't risk the opportunity of leaving the door unguarded in case she decides to change her mind. And wants to leave without giving me an explanation for why she urgently needed to see me.

"No, it's not." She sighs deeply. 

She places her keys on the bedside table and stands in front of me with her nude trench coat hugging her curvaceously all-woman physique. 

I shamelessly drink her in. 

"Tell me." 

I low key demand, needing to know who or what it is that has her standing before me in a puddle of nerves. My nails dig into the palms of my hands as I will myself not to move a muscle. Any sudden movement can send her running from me. 

"I'll rather show you." She breathes, taking a step towards me. 

Placing her hands on the side of my face, she crushes her mouth to mine. Licking at the seams of my lips, begging me to open up and let her in. Her tongue begins to violate my mouth with undeniable expertise. I moan softly as our tongues dance together in sync.

Gods,

She tastes like coffee beans and smells of vanilla. Driving me crazy with desirable lust. My hands itch to throw her onto the bed, stripping her naked as I devour her, plunging my tongue deep into her sex.

However, 

I restrain myself and let her have her moment of being in control. Before I exclusively strip her of the privilege.

"Do you know how crazy I've been just thinking about you, Lisa?" Her lips move to the crook of my neck.

"My body's been on fire for days now. I need you to cool my soul..." She desperately pleads.