EroticReverie

Josephine

The spare room Giovanni brings me to is across the massive top floor of the luxury apartment building.  I can’t believe he lives on three different floors when everything he needs seems to be on this one. A living area. A large open kitchen and dining area. There’s bedrooms and baths , what else could he possibly need two more floors for? 

I’ve already thanked him and told him Goodnight and I’m tired as hell but the excitement of being in such a nice place , and that giant bed waiting for me. Even more so, the giant bathtub and glass shower waiting for me in the connected bathroom.  

When I ask if it’s okay for me to take a shower he just frowns at me. 

“Of course it’s okay. You don’t have to ask me to shower Josephine.” He says and walks to the bathroom. Showing me where extra towels are , where the bath salts and oils are in the cabinets. 

“Do you need any of your clothes washed?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“No that’s okay.” I say not wanting to admit that I do need to go to the laundromat within the next few days. 

“Mhm” he says just looking at me. 

“We will get your things from your car in the morning. I’ll have Sarah clean them.” He says. 

My brows pinch. “Sarah?” 

“Yes. She’s my housekeeper.” He says as I stand in the bathroom , my arms crosses over my chest. 

“Mister Ambrose , I don’t need-“

“Gio.” He says. “You can call me Gio, or Giovanni”

I chew my lip. I suppose it was a bit weird to call him Mister Ambrose being inside his apartment. 

“Gio…” I say and watch him smile and nod. “I don’t need you to do my laundry. I can take care of it. “ I say. 

“I won’t be doing your laundry.  Sarah will.” He says as if that settles things. 

“You know what I mean” I say. 

“I’m already sleeping in your guest room, that’s generous enough, I don’t-“

“Josephine. “ he cuts me off and pause. “Are you really going to make me argue with you over something like your laundry? It’s just laundry. You need your things cleaned. I know you do. Because you’re an awful liar.” He smirks. 

I roll my eyes. 

“You just get your way all the time, don’t you?” I ask with a little glare. 

“Ninety nine percent of the time.” He smirks and walks over a few steps and I inhale slightly , holding my breath at how close he gets. My arms uncrossing, dropping to my sides. It feels like he’s about to grab me, he looks like he’s about to dip down and kiss me as he stands there looking at my mouth. 

“But some things…” he says, his eyes lowering slightly and I watch his eyes. It’s just for a moment but I see him look at my breasts, my nipples tighten under that barely there look he took of them. 

“Some things… I simply just can not have.” He says as I finally release the lungful of air I was holding. 

“Goodnight Josephine. Enjoy your shower , or your bath. I hope you sleep well.” He says and turns after a moment.  

“Good..good night” I stammer at his back quietly as he leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

After I take a hot shower, finally, a shower not taken in a public place , a shower with a detachable shower head that I most definitely use …twice. 

I dry off, braiding my hair and leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor inside the bathroom as I walk naked into the bedroom. 

There was no way I was putting on my grubby car clothes when getting into that bed. 

I turn off the light and go to the side of the room where large panels cover the floor to ceiling windows.  I find a button on the wall that has them sliding up and revealing slowly the sparkles of the city lights and the river, the lights dancing over it and I feel myself smile. Then frown slightly knowing that I won’t have this view very long. So I stand there in the dark, my naked body in front of the window. Not even caring if anyone can possibly see. I just stand there, my body still warm from the shower as I put one hand to the glass and just look out over the view. 

I take it in for quite sometime before I go over to the bed. Leaving the panels drawn up as I crawl into the most heavenly bed. The sheets are the softest cotton, the mattress soft yet firm, the quilt is like a cloud as I pull the crisp white bedding up over me and rub my legs together like a content little cricket.  It sure beats the drivers seat of my car that’s for sure.  I’m out like a light within seconds. 

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I’m not even sure what time it is as I wake up the next morning. From the position of the sun in the sky shining in the sky through the clouds , it has to be close to noon. I can’t believe I slept so long. So peacefully. I don’t remember tossing or turning even once. 

I get up and walk to the bathroom. Opening drawers hoping to find toothpaste.  I do, among several spare packaged toothbrushes , floss and mouthwash.  I go through the other drawers and find other little things. Travel sized lotions and even little bottles of perfume samples and oils. Razors for shaving and other things. 

I take one of the toothbrushes and the toothpaste. And grab a pack of floss and one of the mouthwashes , using them all. 

In another drawer I find a hair brush. Which I have one of my own , but there’s several in here , still in their packaging , so I snag one. Taking down my hair and brushing it as I stand naked in front of the mirror. I slip my sweats and shirt back on from last night , but leave my dirty socks on the floor as I slowly move from the bedroom and out into the apartment. 

“Mister Ambrose?” I call into the apartment.

“Out here Josephine” he says. His voice coming from down the hall and in the living area. 

I walk down the hall and stop in my tracks, freezing at the sight before me. 

He’s sitting on the couch , his salt and pepper hair mussed from sleep and his facial hair a bit scruffier than last night. He’s shirtless. Wearing sweatpants of his own, dark navy sweats , and he’s leaning over , glasses on and  his long fingers are moving across the keyboard of a laptop sitting on the large square coffee table in front of him. 

I have to hold back the small sound in my throat at the sight of him. For fifty five , the man has one of the best looking bodies. His arms aren’t huge, but there’s definitely muscles in those biceps that seem to be bulging, his forearms, his chest has a light dusting of dark and grey hairs. 

When he looks up at me from over his glasses with a soft smirk I temporarily forget every word I know as he greets me. 

“Good morning Josephine, how did you sleep?” He asks as he sits up straight and I can’t help it. My eyes fall over this torso , my mouth watering. God, he was almost three times my age , yet this is the most attracted I’ve been to a guy in a long time. 

I blink a few times. Making myself focus. He asked me a question. Fucking speak Josie. I tell myself. 

“I slept great. Thank you” I say and he smiles with a nod. 

“Good, I’m glad. I hope you don’t mind. But I took your keys and cleared out your bags of clothes from your car. Sarah should have them done shortly.” He says and I want to argue. Want to fight over it. But I don’t. Because it’s already been done. So I just nod. 

“Was the shower to your liking? The water pressure good enough?” He asks. He already knows it is. I nod though. 

He leans back and my eyes fall again. Over his torso as he lifts one arm. 

“Come sit.” He says. 

I walk over slowly and sit on the same side of the couch as him. But keep a few feet between us as pull my legs up to myself. My feet resting on the couch as I wrap my arms around my legs. 

I look to his laptop. 

“Are you working?” I ask with a slight nod to his laptop and then look back to him. 

“I was.” He says. 

“Sorry I interrupted” I say. 

He chuckles. “I’m not sorry, so there’s no need for you to be” he says and I smile softly and blush slightly. 

“I usually go to the club and work from my office. But I didn’t want you to wake up and not have anyone be here.” He says and I blink and look at him. 

“Oh. Sorry” I say and bite my lip nervously. “I didn’t mean to sleep for so long I-“

“Stop apologizing to me Josephine. And you can sleep as long as you want to.” He says and I swallow and nod. 

“Okay” I say quietly. 

“I just meant, that I didn’t want you to wake up and think you had to leave.  I didn’t say it last night, but I want you to make yourself at home.” He says. 

“I…I can’t stay here Mister Ambrose” 

“It’s Gio” he says

“And yes, you can. And you will.” He says. I look at him my eyes challenging him. But he just cocks a brow, daring me to say otherwise. 

“So bossy” I mutter with an eye roll making him laugh softly. 

He takes off his glasses and leans over setting them on the coffee table and then leans back. 

“Do you work today?” He asks. 

I shake my head. 

“Good, then we can go out for lunch and I’ll take you shopping” he says as he leans back. His arm going back over the couch and my brows lift. 

“Shopping?” I ask confused. 

“Yes. Shopping.” He says. 

“I don’t need to go shopping.” I say. 

“A woman always needs to go shopping.” He says and I roll my eyes. 

“That’s a bit sexist” I say and he laughs. 

“Not what I meant.  I mean a woman always needs to be spoiled.” He says and I cock a brow. 

“I don’t want to be spoiled.” I say. “I don’t need you to buy me-“

“Josephine.” He says. 

“Will you STOP interrupting me?” I say annoyed slightly. He smiles , biting it back between his teeth. 

“I am sorry.” He says and then nods. “You were saying” he says. 

“I appreciate you letting me stay the night, it was more than generous, but I don’t need you to pity me and take me shopping.” I huff and cross my arms. 

“I don’t pity you. At all. “ he says and I roll my eyes. 

“I invited you here cause I was worried about your safety Josephine. That’s all. You’re clearly a strong woman with all you’ve gone through. I don’t pity strong women. “ he says and I swallow and turn my head at look at him seeing the sincerity. 

“I have money. Too fucking much of it honestly. And I want to take you shopping. More for me than you if I’m telling the truth. I want you  buy you some new clothes , jewelry, makeup, books, anything you want. I just want to spoil you, because I enjoy doing it.” He says. 

“Why? I don’t need you to.” I say. 

“Because it makes me happy to do so.” He says and I sigh. 

“You can’t just…expect me to take your money.” I say. “I have my own money.”

“I’m not asking you to take my money. I’m asking you to let me spend it on you.” He says and I half laugh and shake my head. 

“No Gio” I say and he inhales and the lets out a slow exhale. 

“Is it so fucking awful that a man with money wants to spend it on you?” He asks. 

“Yes!” I snap. 

“Why?” He asks. 

“Cause I barely know you. You’re my boss. It’s weird. And I don’t need anything.” I say. 

“So we’ll spend the day together. You’ll get to know more about me. Anything you want.” He says. 

“What did you mean last night about being compatible with women sexually?” I ask and his brows lifts. Clearly not expecting the question. 

“If I answer your questions….do I get to spend the day with you? Spoil you?” He asks and I roll my eyes. 

“Fine” I say. Because I knew it didn’t matter if I agreed or not. I was sure whether I agreed to spend time with him or not, he seemed like the kind of guy to go out and do what he wants a bring me back something anyways. Just to prove a point. It was infuriating. 

“I meant compatible with our kinks. They enjoy the same things I do. So there’s a handful of women that I enjoy spending time with at the club because we share the same interests sexually. Not because I’m attracted to them on a personal level or that I want more romantically.” He says and I licks my lips. 

“Can I ask what kind of kinks?” I ask quietly and he looks at me and breathes slowly and runs his other hand through his hair and I watch him. Wanting to touch his hair with my own hand, to sink it into that full head of salt and pepper hair. 

“I’m a pleasure Dom” he says. 

“A…what’s that?” I ask and he smiles slightly. 

“I like to be in control of a woman’s pleasure.” He says. 

“What do you mean?” I ask and he looks over me as I turn towards him , dropping my arms from around my legs and leaving my knees bent and laying my thigh to the couch as I turn. 

“I like to control when a woman cums. How she cums. If she cums at all. How many time she cums.” He says and I inhale sharply. 

“Oh.” I say too quietly as I exhale. 

“And being a dom…does that mean …like whips and stuff?” I ask and his eyes dance with amusement. 

“It doesn’t have to include such things. It can of course.” He says. 

I nod , chewing my lip in thought. 

“What about you?” He asks and I lift my eyes. 

“Me? What about me?” I ask barely able to speak.

“Do you have any kinks Josephine?”