Encounters (The Alpha Stranger) Book 1 Read Online Free Page A
Author: C.T. Sloan
Deb asks me.
“Yeah,” I say as I open the door. It takes my roommate less than two seconds to know something is up.
“Wow. You’re meeting up with your one-night stand again tonight?!” Deb says with a mischievous laugh.
“Oh, I can’t even explain what is going on,” I tell her.
“This is so unlike you. I’m supposed to be the wild one and I’m the girl who’s been stuck inside the apartment. You are going to have to tell me your secret.”
I want to spill the beans. But the whole situation is so bizarre. I guess I’m going to have to continue to play it coy. “Yeah, I’m meeting the same guy again. It’s a little weird.”
As I am walking out the door, Deb says the last thing I wanted to hear, “Oh my God. Maybe he’s married.”
Fuck! Why did she have to go there? “He is not married!” I insist.
“Are you meeting him at his place?”
“No.”
“Then he is married.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Do you even know his real name?”
I look back at my roommate. Checkmate. It’s true. I don’t know his name. But I know he is not married. The handsome stranger is too well dressed and has too much swagger to be a married man. Nonetheless, Deb is starting to make me wonder about this stranger. I fake a smile and tell my roommate, “He doesn’t fuck like a married guy.”
Deb just looks at me dumbfounded. I close the door and leave. Let her ponder my last response for the rest of the evening!
***
I make the quick drive over to Santa Monica. When I get to Shutters on the Beach, my heart rate begins to quicken. I can sense the stranger inside the hotel. I can feel his danger. And I swear that I can smell his scent. I hand my Honda over to the valet, which will probably cost me more than what I will spend on gas for the week. The hotel has a nice understated elegance to it. I have seen the hotel during various walks on the beach. And I can’t imagine how much it would cost to get a room here. One thing is certain - I never thought I would be in this hotel waiting for a sexual rendezvous!
I look at the keycard and check the room: Number 402. I take the elevator up to the fourth floor. The elevator doors open and I head down the hallway to meet my mysterious lover. I find Room 402. Just as I am about to slide in the keycard and open the door, I decide to knock. After all, that would be much more polite than barging in on the man.
I knock. No answer. I knock again. After a few seconds, it becomes clear that my lover is either in the bathroom or he hasn’t shown up yet. That’s no problem. I’ll use this as an opportunity to make myself comfortable before we get down to business. I slide in the keycard and open the door. The lights are off. Instead the room is illuminated with the golden flicker of candlelight. How romantic! Perhaps my handsome stranger does have a soft side after all. I close the door behind me and see the balcony doors open. I walk out and see the white waters of the Santa Monica beach illuminated by moonlight. This view must cost at least $800 a night. Nice.
I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the water crashing into the sands. I feel the cool ocean breeze brushing past my body. I am so relaxed that I kick off my shoes and feel my feet rub against the hardwood flooring off the balcony. As I listen to the ocean waves crashing, I hear another sound. I think I am hearing footsteps? I open my eyes. Suddenly, a large forearm comes across my neck. I feel myself get lifted off of my feet. I am too scared to scream. I am carried back into the living room. Then I am taken to the bedroom and tossed down on the King size bed.
“Put your face into that pillow,” says the familiar voice of the mysterious stranger.
Wow. I have never been so scared and so turned on in my life. I do as I am ordered. “Spread out your arms and legs,” the stranger demands. Well, his wish is his command. I
“Yeah,” I say as I open the door. It takes my roommate less than two seconds to know something is up.
“Wow. You’re meeting up with your one-night stand again tonight?!” Deb says with a mischievous laugh.
“Oh, I can’t even explain what is going on,” I tell her.
“This is so unlike you. I’m supposed to be the wild one and I’m the girl who’s been stuck inside the apartment. You are going to have to tell me your secret.”
I want to spill the beans. But the whole situation is so bizarre. I guess I’m going to have to continue to play it coy. “Yeah, I’m meeting the same guy again. It’s a little weird.”
As I am walking out the door, Deb says the last thing I wanted to hear, “Oh my God. Maybe he’s married.”
Fuck! Why did she have to go there? “He is not married!” I insist.
“Are you meeting him at his place?”
“No.”
“Then he is married.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Do you even know his real name?”
I look back at my roommate. Checkmate. It’s true. I don’t know his name. But I know he is not married. The handsome stranger is too well dressed and has too much swagger to be a married man. Nonetheless, Deb is starting to make me wonder about this stranger. I fake a smile and tell my roommate, “He doesn’t fuck like a married guy.”
Deb just looks at me dumbfounded. I close the door and leave. Let her ponder my last response for the rest of the evening!
***
I make the quick drive over to Santa Monica. When I get to Shutters on the Beach, my heart rate begins to quicken. I can sense the stranger inside the hotel. I can feel his danger. And I swear that I can smell his scent. I hand my Honda over to the valet, which will probably cost me more than what I will spend on gas for the week. The hotel has a nice understated elegance to it. I have seen the hotel during various walks on the beach. And I can’t imagine how much it would cost to get a room here. One thing is certain - I never thought I would be in this hotel waiting for a sexual rendezvous!
I look at the keycard and check the room: Number 402. I take the elevator up to the fourth floor. The elevator doors open and I head down the hallway to meet my mysterious lover. I find Room 402. Just as I am about to slide in the keycard and open the door, I decide to knock. After all, that would be much more polite than barging in on the man.
I knock. No answer. I knock again. After a few seconds, it becomes clear that my lover is either in the bathroom or he hasn’t shown up yet. That’s no problem. I’ll use this as an opportunity to make myself comfortable before we get down to business. I slide in the keycard and open the door. The lights are off. Instead the room is illuminated with the golden flicker of candlelight. How romantic! Perhaps my handsome stranger does have a soft side after all. I close the door behind me and see the balcony doors open. I walk out and see the white waters of the Santa Monica beach illuminated by moonlight. This view must cost at least $800 a night. Nice.
I close my eyes and listen to the sounds of the water crashing into the sands. I feel the cool ocean breeze brushing past my body. I am so relaxed that I kick off my shoes and feel my feet rub against the hardwood flooring off the balcony. As I listen to the ocean waves crashing, I hear another sound. I think I am hearing footsteps? I open my eyes. Suddenly, a large forearm comes across my neck. I feel myself get lifted off of my feet. I am too scared to scream. I am carried back into the living room. Then I am taken to the bedroom and tossed down on the King size bed.
“Put your face into that pillow,” says the familiar voice of the mysterious stranger.
Wow. I have never been so scared and so turned on in my life. I do as I am ordered. “Spread out your arms and legs,” the stranger demands. Well, his wish is his command. I
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