Page 39 of Not Yet Yours
After dinner, Harriet and I had a few cocktails in the bar and then I ate her pussy until she came hard several times. This morning was pretty amazing too. Harriet and I shared a shower. We soaped each other up and fucked until we came together and then we rinsed each other back down and fucked again.
“Are you ok?” Harriet says, peering at me.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” I ask.
“Because I’ve asked you three times if you’re ready to leave and you’ve just been staring into space,” Harriet says.
“Oh sorry,” I say with a laugh. “I was just remembering the way your skin felt when it was all soaped up.”
Harriet blushes slightly but she grins at the memory.
“I’m almost ready to leave,” I say. “But I have something for you first. Come over here and sit down.”
I pat the bed beside me, and Harriet comes and sits down beside me. I reach into the side pocket of my bag and pull out Harriet’s present. I hand it to her. It’s gift wrapped in white, glittery paper and it has a red ribbon around it, very kindly done for me by my personal assistant. I watch as Harriet opens the gift, and her mouth drops open as she sees what it is. It’s a first edition, signed copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.
“Oh no Liam, I can’t accept this. It must have cost you an absolute fortune,” she says.
“It’s worth every cent to see you smile,” I tell her.
“But…” she starts.
“Nope. No buts,” I say, interrupting her before she can get started on all the reasons why she can’t accept the gift. “It’s yours, Harriet. Read it. Cherish it. Sell it. Whatever you want to do with it.”
“I would never sell it. And I don’t think I dare read it in case I somehow tear it or something. But I will definitely cherish it. Thank you, Liam. Really, you have no idea how much this means to me.”
I kiss her on the forehead.
“How did you know I love this book?” she asks me.
“You told me, remember? We were talking about our favorite childhood books, and you told me yours was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and that it’s still your favorite book as a grown-up,” I say.
“Oh wow of course. I forgot about that,” Harriet says. She looks up at me and kisses me. “You really do listen to me, don’t you.”
“Of course,” I say. “Now come on. Let’s go and get some breakfast before we have to leave.”
Harriet nods, and she grabs her bag and her purse, I gather my suitcase and my laptop bag, and we leave the room and head down to the dining room. We both order chilaquiles in red sauce and I order a Café de Olla and Harriet orders a cup of atole.
We talk about the hotel and my plans for further expansion until our food arrives and then we start to eat it. There is a comfortable silence between us that I’m sure I’m about to ruin, but I have to ask her, I have to know.
“Harriet, can I ask you a serious question?” I ask.
She nods and waits for me to go on. Now that the moment is here, I almost bottle it and just say it doesn’t matter, but it does matter. It is driving me crazy being so close to Harriet all the time and not being able to be with her completely.
“I know you said you don’t want a relationship, and I get that. I’m not asking you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. But I have to ask why you don’t want a relationship. You say you don’t have time because of your work and that you’re happy being single, but we spend plenty of time together and you have to admit it’s nicer than being alone all the time,” I say.
Harriet slowly chews the mouthful of food she has and then she swallows it and sighs.
“It’s a long story, Liam. One I don’t particularly want to get into, ok?” she replies. “You knew going into this thing that it could never be more than it is.”
“I know,” I say, holding my hands up in surrender. “And like I said, I get it. I just wondered why that’s all. But if you don’t want to talk about it then we won’t.”
“I don’t,” she confirms.
We finish our breakfast, and the silence is, as I predicted, no longer comfortable. I try several times to start a conversation, but it’s like Harriet has shut down. She gives me frosty, one-word answers to everything I say to her. By the time we’vefinished eating, I’ve given up trying to make conversation with her.
“I’m going to settle the bill,” I say. “Can you wait here with the bags?”
Harriet nods and I leave the table and exit the dining room. I pay our bill and then I check the time. We’ll be getting picked up in about five minutes. I go back to the dining room.