u/thedomnextdoor12

Hannah always hated these things, conferences, the insincere niceties she had to keep up all day. Her team so painfully incompetent, having to mingle with others within a company which demanded performance, at all times, even at an internal event.

She was always an overachiever, but what was she going to do with a Master of Arts degree? Clearly nothing, that’s how she found herself in sales. And that’s where she truly flourished, Hannah had a way with people, particularly men. She understood what men wanted to hear, and used that however she wanted, and used that to sell, and sell hard.

It was the last evening of the conference, Hannah and her team had been at the hotel bar for drinks, as which was customary for them after working together for so many years.

She had just ended things with jack, who she’d been seeing on and off for a while, although he was perfect on paper, something was always missing and she was always borderline disinterested in him. Hannah was the kind of woman, that men easily became infatuated with, and that was quickly becoming tiresome.

She had decided to stay at the bar while her team all returned to their rooms, ready for the terribly mediocre buffet breakfast in the morning. She had left the table they were seated at, and was now ordering another glass of wine at the bar, when she had that familiar feeling like someone was looking at her.

She turned her head to look at the right side of the bar, there was a man, standing there with a glass of whiskey in hand, looking back at her.

When their eyes locked, she expected him to look away, but he didn’t, he just stared right back, unwavering. She felt a little uneasy, but also incredibly intrigued, what on earth could he be staring at her for?

He was tall, with a shaved head and clean shaven. Black jeans, leather boots and a long sleeve smart casual shirt on. Athletic, but not particularly muscular, and a scar on his left cheek, Hannah had decided she was going to ask him about the scar after finding out what the fuck he was staring at.

Hannah had a little liquid courage by this point, so she decided to approach this mysterious man with a staring problem.

“Hi, I’m Hannah, and I couldn’t help but notice you staring, as you weren’t exactly subtle about it” she said, purposely adding a touch of sass.

“I know, getting your attention was kind of the whole point” he replied, a slight smirk crept across his face, which amused Hannah.

“So, what did you want my attention?” She said slightly confused.

“Look around Hannah, there isn’t anyone else here, and no one particularly loves drinking alone now do they? So tell me why you’re here?”

“Im here for a work conference, my coworkers have already headed up for the night, but I guess I wasn’t ready to tuck myself in just yet”

“Ah yes, loneliness loves company right?” He asked.

“Who said I’m lonely!?” Hannah snapped back, ready to walk away. “who did this man think he was?” She thought to herself.

“Anyway, what are you doing here alone?” Hannah couldn’t wait to hear some bullshit response, and call him out on it, and that would be that, she would head off to bed.

“ I like meeting new people, I like trying to figure people out, getting in their heads and finding out what makes them squirm, I’ve always found the chattiest people seem to frequent hotel bars”

Hannah found herself wanting to test this man’s ability, as if he could get into her head! No man had ever done that before, and she had started to believe no one ever would.

“Okay, anyway, what’s your name?” She asked.

“You can call me J” he replied. “I tend to keep my name to myself, I kinda like playing the enigma” J replied.

“God this man is full of himself” Hannah thought to herself, although now she was undeniably curious.

“Okay J, get in this head of mine, hit me with the big questions?” She asked sarcastically.

“Okay, how do you like to be fucked Hannah?” J asked with a soft, borderline whisper of a voice.

Hannah paused, not only was that the last thing she expected, she also didn’t know how to answer. How could she tell this man, that she had only been with people that left every part of her completely unsatisfied? He would relish in that, and Hannah really wanted the upper hand.

“I’m not completely comfortable answering that, and some parts I’m still figuring out anyway” she replied, with a quiet confidence that she hadn’t given too much away.

J leaned his head toward her ear, and whispered with a heavy breath “well how do you feel about figuring those parts out tonight?”

Hannah had never been a prude, she had just never been particularly excited about sex. Alway underwhelming and the same fake niceties which plagued every corner of her life. But this man was different, her breath had quickened during their interaction, and her senses had heightened. She wasn’t sure if it was arousal or fear.

“You know what, fuck it, why not?” Hannah exclaimed, relieved to let go a little and blow off a little steam.

J handed her his spare swipe card, told her his room number, and off he went.

Hannah ordered herself another drink, as not to come across too eager and race up to his room, she wanted to make him wait. She hadn’t felt this level of anticipation about a man before, she felt herself wanting this man’s approval.

“Fuck” she thought to herself, perhaps he’d already burrowed his way into her mind a little. She finished her drink, and headed to room 733.

J opened the door, with that same familiar smirk. “Took you long enough didn’t it?” He cheekily asked.

“I thought I was pretty quick, I could have taken much, much longer” Hannah replied. She noticed a bottle of wine in a chiller, the very same she had been drinking at the bar.

J noticed her looking at it “I noticed you were drinking it at the bar so I quickly ordered a bottle through room service” he said.

“That’s very sweet of you” Hannah complimented him.

“Your going to find out quickly Hannah, there’s nothing sweet about me. Let me pour you some, kneel before me, open your mouth, and do not swallow until I instruct you to”