Chapter 8
Drew watched the inspector leave Christie’s in her car, knowing she had figured out how he was getting in and out of the auction house. His brain told him it was time to wrap up shop for a while before she figured out anything. But another part of him was anxious to see how long he could stay ahead of her. This was going to be fun, he thought.
In his black sports car, Drew turned to the avenue to follow the inspector at a safe distance. It didn’t take Drew long to deduce that Cynthia was headed to dinner somewhere. With that, he sped past her. The inspector was utterly unaware the man she was after was only ten feet away.
Arriving back at the apartment, Cynthia poured a glass of wine and walked to the balcony to drink and enjoy the last rays of the sun as it sank out of sight. This was a rare occasion for her. The sun began its slow descent, throwing out its rays, turning the city towers gold and painting the sky in pinks and reds, tapering off to deep blue, almost black.
Her mind relaxed and drifted, piecing together the events of the last couple of weeks. Her life had been shaken up and changed in ways that could not have possibly been anticipated. First, there was this new lover. He was able to excite her in ways she had never thought possible. It was like a switch had gone off in her brain. Old inhibitions seemed almost silly now. True, she still had some, but it was different. For the first time in her life, she was not afraid of letting go, relishing the way her body responded to a lover’s touch. A smile played on her lips as she recalled her most recent encounter.
Then there was this Admirer, whoever it was. The idea of someone unknown pleasuring themselves to thoughts of her made her feel incredibly sexy. She really liked this new “version.” She was on top of the world. Men wanted her (some women, too, she was sure), and women wished they were her.
Getting up, Cynthia went into the apartment. Glancing at herself in the mirror as she walked by, she liked what she saw. Involuntarily, a hand rubbed a flat-toned stomach, feeling her firm breast. Turning, she looked over her shoulder and checked her ass in the mirror. It was firm and round. It made sense why men wanted her. Laughing at herself, she shed her clothes and climbed into bed, wearing only what God gave her.
The following day, she awoke and walked to the balcony, wearing only an open robe to greet the day. She leaned out, placing her hands on the rail, inhaling the fresh morning air deeply. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something resting on the table. Turning, she saw a letter and a single rose holding it down. Her heart skipped a beat upon seeing it. Grabbing the rose in hand, she sat down to read the letter.
To the Object of my desires:
I have admired you from afar, wishing it was my hands that caressed your body. I have longed to love every inch of you. My hands trace slow lines down your body, soaking in every inch of your perfection. My lips long to taste you. I long to kiss Every inch, feeling your silky skin on my lips. I long to take you roughly, gently, and slowly, making our passion last for hours. My ears long to hear you in the height of passion as I bring you to a new level of erotic pleasure. My body yearns for you and longs to explore new things with you.
If you feel the same, leave this rose on the table tonight. Lie in bed, and I will come to you.
Chapter 9
After getting the note, Cynthia could not concentrate. She got ready for work but didn’t notice what she was doing. Driving to work, she was sure she wouldn’t leave the rose on the table. That would be crazy. Who knew what kind of person this Admirer might be – a serial killer or, worse, a really fat, ugly dude. The thought made her laugh hysterically while sitting at a stop light. Self-consciously, Cynthia looked around when she realized her car was stopped. On her right, a very handsome man was smiling back at her. Throwing him a quick smile, she floored it, tearing away from the light in her new Corvette.
Getting to the office, Cynthia was positive she would not have any visitors that night. As the day wore on and Cynthia was stuck doing mundane paperwork, her mind couldn’t help but fantasize about Admirer taking her, kissing his way down, making her body his plaything. As her mind wandered, she became more and more aroused. Looking around, Cynthia noticed her door was ajar. Getting up to close it, she noticed a man coming towards her. As he got closer, Cynthia realized it was the man from the stop light.
Reaching her, he extended his hand. “Hi., Name’s Michael. I was told to report to you. I am supposed to be your new assistant.”
Immediately, Cynthia’s arousal cranked up a notch. Michael was tall, young, and muscular, the trifecta of trouble. All she could think about was taking him to her office, shoving him on his knees, and having him go at her until she came. Then, send him on his way like nothing happened.
With a shake of her head, Cynthia cleared her mind and got under control. “Well, Michael, I don’t know why someone told you I needed an assistant, but I don’t. So, tell Brian that you need another placement.”
“He told me that you would say that. Now, I am quoting him here. He even made me write it down.” With that, Michael pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket. Unfolding it, he began to read, “Your tight little ass belongs in the field. You are to send your notes to Michael so he can file reports.” Michael’s face was bright red as he read the note.
“Well, I don’t suppose I can argue when he puts it like that,” Cynthia said, with a smile. “Okay, Michael, you will find my notes on my desk. Take them and compile them. Send me a copy of the report before you file it.” With that, she turned and walked away, calling back over her shoulder, “Stop staring at my ass and get to work.” Smiling as she heard Michael stumble over himself to get the notes.
Returning to her car, she drove straight to her apartment to place the rose on the balcony table. Cynthia began to play over the thefts she had inspected over the last several weeks. They had almost nothing in common, but her instincts told her they were connected somehow, even though all the evidence suggested it was more than one thief. Each theft gave her even less to work on than the previous one. How was this guy able to get in each and every location and leave absolutely nothing? They had to be inside jobs. But in each and every case, every single person checked out. Everyone had alibis, and in most cases, she thought those most likely to commit a theft completely lacked the intelligence to lift a candy bar, much less highly secured art. She really wanted to punch someone. With that thought, she pulled into her gym, ready to kick the crap out of herself, defense coach. Poor man didn’t stand a chance.
When she got home, she completely forgot about her upcoming nighttime visit until she spotted the rose sitting on the table. The remembrance caused her stomach to do little flips. With a nervous smile, Cynthia headed for the kitchen to get something to eat. While she ate, her mind wondered about the impending encounter and work,
deciding she was getting nowhere with either, Cynthia walked into the bathroom, shedding clothes as she went. Opting for a bath instead of a shower, Cynthia lowered her sexy body into the warm water, letting the tension slide away as she lay back, closing her eyes and shutting out the world. Her body is completely relaxed. Cynthia grabbed her razor and imagined it was Mitch slowly, sensually running down her legs. Never before had she thought of this as a sensual act, but now she found the thought very sexy. For the first time in her adult life, she wasn’t in a hurry to finish such a normally mundane act.
Arising out of the water, her perfectly smooth body reflected back at her in the full-length mirror. She took a moment to admire herself, her hands slowly caressing her own body like that of a lover. For the first time, she saw herself as men must see her, a sexual goddess, and she smiled.
Toweling off, she searched for the perfect outfit to greet her visitor. She chose a red lace chemise and a Lacy thong. She applied her makeup and lay down on the bed with a glass of wine to await her Admirer. Sipping on her wine slowly and imagining what this new lover would be like, she relaxed and soon dozed off.
Cynthia awoke slowly. She could feel a man’s soft lips caressing her stomach and slowly working his way up. Her eyes flew open only to realize she had a blindfold on. She tried to move her hands but found they were securely tied above her head.
“Don’t worry, my sweet. I mean, you know harm,” a sexy voice said as his hands caressed her gently. The way he touched her fanned the flames of her desire. She drew in an involuntary breath as a hand stroked the inside of her thigh, slowly moving for her velvet sex. Never before had she been so turned on. Not knowing what could come next only heightened every sensation.
His lips were on her body again, kissing her shoulder, then moving up her neck until their lips met. His passion was so deep. Cynthia thought she might pass out; it was so overwhelming. Her Admirer’s hands moved up her body, tracing slow lines around her chest, moving ever closer to her stiff nipples. Cynthia arched her back, begging him to touch her. Slowly, his hands moved the lacy fabric down and traced slow circles around her nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing down her spine.
His lips met hers again in a deep, passionate kiss. He pulled away, and she could feel him place a knee on either side of her chest. She wanted him. His cock touched her lips, and she accepted it, licking slowly, then taking it in. His moans drove her crazy with desire. She kept going. Cynthia could tell soon he would cum, but she didn’t stop.
“Oh shit, I am coming,” the Admirer panted. Cynthia kept going. “Shit…stop,” was all he could pant, but Cynthia redoubled her efforts until he came, and she took him all in. “WOW,” was the only reply.
Then she felt him begin to kiss down her body, slowly savoring every inch of it. Soon, she felt his lips caress her velvet sex, slowly stroking it with his tongue. Her body responded as she involuntarily arched her back, pushing against his mouth as he worked his magic on her. Each slow stroke aroused her more and more until she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted him inside her, but he kept going until her body rebelled, and a sweet orgasm overcame her.
“Now we are even,” the sexy, disembodied voice said.
Cynthia lay there panting for several minutes, her lover gently stroking her body. As soon as she found her hands were free, Cynthia ripped off her mask to catch a glimpse of a man dropping off her balcony.
Chapter 10
Cynthia was slow to wake the morning after her erotic encounter with Admirering. She just wanted to stay in bed. She was completely relaxed, not a care in the world at that moment. Her calm was shattered by the harsh ring of her phone. Angrily, Cynthia grabbed at her phone, cursing with all the venom she could muster. “Someone had better be dead,” her voice laced with anger.
“Um, sorry, ma’am, I know it’s Saturday, but I thought you would like to know that the fingerprint analysis came back from Christie’s. It was a bus…” her new assistant said. His voice had more confidence than it should, she felt.
“Michael, you call me early on a Saturday morning to tell me something I already knew. You have got to be the worst assistant in history,” Cynthia yelled, cutting Michael off mid-sentence.
“Before you interrupted me, I was going to tell you that while the fingerprints were a bust, I noticed that all your current cases have one thing in common. The items stolen all came from Christie’s. And all have been purchased in the last six months,” Michael said, full of pride.
“All of them? Are you sure? Even the Roman bust?” Cynthia questioned. “I didn’t see it on the Christie’s sale list for the last year.”
“It didn’t show up because it was sold before it could go up for auction,” Michael said.
“Who knew about that sale?” Cynthia asked quickly.
“A few dozen people. Almost all of them bid on something or were physically present at all the other auctions. The only people that aren’t listed every time are private buyers because they never actually take possession of the items in question,” Michael replied.
“Is it possible to get a list of the buyers from Christie’s?”
“Yes, but there will by no means be a complete list,” was the response.
“Well, do what you can. Good work, Michael. You aren’t so bad, after all. I will be in later to go over the list. I expect a Mocha on my desk when I get there,” Cynthia said with a smile on her lips. Maybe this guy was more than a hot body.
Getting out of bed, Cynthia quickly showered and slipped on her matching red lace thong and bra, with a black pen stripe pencil skirt, a white blouse and jacket, and her favorite heels. Hell, she was going to work on a Saturday. It might be fun to make it hard for Michael to concentrate.
Cynthia made it to the office in record time, doing 100 mph on the nearly deserted freeway. Arriving at her desk, she found her mocha piping hot. For that, she thought Michael would get a little reward. She popped the two top buttons on her blouse, exposing her ample cleavage. As she sat down, Michael hurried in, carrying the case files. He nearly dropped them when he saw Cynthia. He openly stared at her chest.
Clearing her throat, Cynthia said, “Michael, my face is up here, dear.” Pointing up. Inside, she was all smiles, enjoying the reaction she was getting.