Chapter 3

Soon, however, the party came to an end. Everyone said their goodbyes and parted ways. As Edith went in search of a cab she felt a grip on her elboShe turned to see James at her side. 

 "You're going with me," he muttered. She could smell the wine on his breach. 

"Where are we going?" She asked. 

"I'm seeing you home." He informed her.

He bundled her into his Bentley and entered behind her. His driver started the Bentley and pulled into traffic. After a few minutes James began to tug at his collar. He loosened his tie and then discarded it. Next, off came his suit jacket. 

Edith raised her eyebrows in question. 

"It's so hot!" He gasped as he began unbuttoning his shirt. His hair fell into his face in disarray. Edith brushed it aside and he captured her hand in his. He examined her hand, as though seeing it for the first time. 

"So soft." He murmured, bringing it to his nose. He smelled her wrist. 

"You smell so good," he said with a slight growl to his voice. 

"Thank you." She said, confused at his behavior. 

"Did you also spray it on your neck?" He asked even as he ducked his head to smell her neck. 

Edith could see the shocked expression on the face of the chauffeur. He had obviously never seen his boss act in such a manner. Edith was also confused. Other than his lapse earlier at work he'd not made any move to touch her ambiguously. 

She felt his lips against her neck; soft but yet firm. He sucked while his hands went on a scenic tour of her body. The chauffeur's eyes were about to bulge out of his head!

"Uh, well, thank you for the ride. That's my building on the right so I'll go." Edith said, reaching for the door as the car came to a stop. 

"I'm coming with you," he rasped. 

Edith didn't dare glance at the chauffeur at this point. She could only imagine the tales that would be told. But she felt a spark of excitement. She was wildly attracted to him, she couldn't deny. She was irritated at him from earlier in the evening but even she had to admit, she was willing to forget everything if he'd keep sucking and kissing her neck!

"Sir?" The chauffeur asked with concern. 

James ignored him. Edith locked eyes with the chauffeur and shrugged her confusion. 

James wouldn't let her go. They walked into her apartment building and she felt his hand digging into her waist. They entered the elevator and immediately he pushed her against the wall and his hungry lips found hers. He was losing control by the second. 

"I need you!" He moaned in her ear as his hands pulled impatiently at her dress. 

"Shh! Someone will hear us!" She scolded as the elevator opened on her floor. He did not let go of her though. 

She fumbled with the keys to her apartment as his hands pawed at her breasts from behind. 

"You're distracting me," she giggled. 

Finally inside her apartment he was nearly ripping her dress off. 

"Mr. Li, be patient. You're going to tear it," she cried. 

"I cant wait! I'm burning up! I need you! Now!" He said desperately. 

For the first time she really looked at him and she could see how red his face was even while sweat rolled down his face. 

"This isn't like you. What's wrong?" She asked with concern. 

"Drugged. Yun drugged your wine. I suspected he might try it, so I drank it before you could." James hurriedly explained while he stripped the rest of his clothing away. 

She felt cold shock wash over her. 

"He was going to rape me?" She gasped. 

"Yes. I'm sure he hoped you'd be a willing participant but if you hadn't, 

he wouldn't have hesitated to force you. Now please, enough talking. I have got to have relief!" James cried out. 

"Uh, okay. Let's go back to my room." She said as she led in that direction. 

He followed wordlessly. Once inside her room she unzipped her gown and let it fall to the floor. Off came everything else and they fell into her bed. 

Forgetting foreplay, he pushed into her, gaining his release just moments later. 

She gasped and hissed at the burning pain. His eyes widened. 

"You're a virgin?" He exclaimed. 

"Well, not anymore." She said with chagrin. 

"In the name of the sky, woman! Why didn't you say so?" He shouted as he quickly sat up. 

"Because I am wildly attracted to you and I didn't want you to back out." She admitted. 

He fell back into the pillows. His mind was racing. They hadn't used protection either. In his drug induced haste he had not thought ahead. He could kill Sam Yun. In thirty years he'd never been with another woman save his wife. And he never lost control of himself or a situation. He raked his hands through his hair in frustration. 

"Well, what's done is done. At least my first time was with you and not being raped and discarded by that creep." She said, hoping to calm his frustration. 

She glided her fingers across his chest. "And…at least it was with a man I'm attracted to." She said. 

James felt himself growing hard again. Her hand glided down his chest, to his groin. She watched his face anxiously, hoping she wouldn't anger him. 

Seeing no blatant opposition, she wrapped her hands around his dick and proceeded to pump him as hard as she could. 

Not satisfied with that, she crawled between his legs and took his dick in her mouth. She slid up and down his shaft, sucking, slurping, swirling her tongue around his bulbous head. Then she buried her face in his balls and began licking them. 

She could hear him gasping and moaning as she worked over his dick. And she could feel him trembling at her ministrations. 

She laid her body down on top of his and slid slowly up his torso and chest. She licked and sucked his nipples and finally reached his face. 

She kissed him but he would not kiss her back. He turned his head while simultaneously pushing her up off of him. 

"What is it? Did I do something wrong? Or something you didn't like?" She asked. Edith felt hurt but wanted to understand. 

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James Li stared back at Edith who was watching him with trepidation. His inward struggle was raging. He wanted nothing more than to fall back down in Edith's bed and surrender to her amorous pursuit. He felt more alive than he had in decades. And certainly his dick was more alive that it had been for some time! 

 He knew that his appearance was past its prime but that if he'd wanted to fill the void in his sexless marriage he could've done so at any point over thae past few years for the right amount of money. Sure, he could've hired a "professional," but even women who weren't prostitutes and lived respectable lives would be willing to be the mistress of a wealthy man, regardless of his marital status. 

 Edith, however, was not in either category. He could see that her attraction to him was genuine, and that terrified him. 

 As hard as he appeared to his colleagues and competitors in the business world, and as cold as he had become with his wife, in reality he knew his facade protected any vulnerability he harbored. Edith had the potential to break through those barriers to 

see him for who he was. A marital affair for physical needs was not the same as a affair that bonded two people together as true lovers in the emotional and spiritual sense of the word. 

 Edith stepped forward, seeming to have overcome her fear and awe of him for the moment, and placed both her hands on either side of his cheeks. She caressed him tenderly and her hands came to rest on his chest. 

 "Stay with me tonight," she whispered. "Let me hold you in my arms for just one night," she implored him. 

 He took a shallow breath and nodded in agreement. 

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James awoke the next morning to the sound of running water. Edith must be taking a shower. 

 Edith! James groaned from the headache that naturally comes from ingesting too much alcohol, but also from the memories that washed over him from the night before. He had actually gone through with a marital affair. It was something he never could've seen himself doing just a few weeks previously. 

 He would need to have his lawyer draw up an NDA for her to sign. He didn't think she would do anything underhanded, but he couldn't be too careful. 

 The bathroom door opened and Edith came out. Her porcelain white skin was wrapped in a towel, her hair fell around her face in ringlets. Water droplets still glistened on her in the sunlight, and he could smell her lavender shampoo all the way across the room. 

 His member rose to attention, hard as a rock with no prompting from him. He groaned inwardly. Now that he'd let his defenses down once, did that mean his body was going to react to her like a teenage boy in heat? He mustered all the self control he could and went to the bathroom for a shower. 

 He paused in surprise. She had put up wallpaper covered in a monstera plant print and accented with coral colored items. The warm, moist air frosted the bamboo bordered mirrors and the windows. He texted his chauffeur and long time assistant to please during him a work appropriate outfit and then sat the phone on the bathroom counter. 

 That's when he noticed the counters themselves. They were not cluttered with cosmetics and skin care products. He cautiously opened the cabinet mirror, and a few items came clattering out on the counter. He made a mad grab for them and fumbled a few times, cursing under his breath. But now he could see the items and they were American brands, but nothing overly expensive. Her cosmetics bag rested on the bottom shelf of the cabinet and he saw now big brand names like Channel or Dior. He closed the cabinet thoughtfully and headed to the shower.

 As he lathered and rinsed himself he considered what he knew about Edith. She was a good worker, eager to please, gentle, and kind. She was gracious, and he knew she was passionate. Apparently passions about him anyway! She lived in a modest area in an apartment that was tastefully decorated with bright colorful things but nothing overtly expensive. She didn't blow up a bathroom with luxury products or expensive cosmetics. She dressed appropriately for occasions but nothing over the top or designer. It would seem she placed value on quality rather than quantity and she was not given to spending outlandish amounts of money. 

 He walked out of the bathroom with a towel loosely tied around his waist. He heard voices and picked his head from the bedroom. 

 Seeing his clothes had arrived, he stepped down not the open. 

 "Thank you for being so quick." He said to the chauffeur. The chauffeur gave a slight nod and did all he could to keep the absolute shock off of his face at seeing his boss standing in a woman's apartment wearing only a towel. Edith herself could only blush brightly as the chauffeur took in her dressing robe and the towel wrapped around her hair. He said nothing but his eyes conveyed his absolute disbelief. 

 He went to the bathroom to get dressed and came back out to bedroom in time for him to see her struggle to zip a pastel pink dress. He wordlessly stepped forward and finished her zipper. As his finger grazed the skin on her back she let out a soft moan. He closed his eyes and willed himself to not act on his desires. 

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The ride to work was exceptionally quiet. The tension between them was palpable. 

He instructed his chauffeur to take the car to "his level," under the building. The exited the car together and entered the elevator that went directly his floor. 

They stood side by side in the elevator.