Running Home by T.A. Hardenbrook Page A

course; I hoped the evening wasn’t over,” I whispered in his ear as I slid my hand down the side of his leg, resting it just inches from his zipper. A low groan escaped from his lips, as he let his head fall back on the seat and slowly closed his eyes.
    “Let me ta ke care of you tonight, Mr. Harding. I’m sure, with your busy schedule and all, you could use some pampering,” I breathed into his ear, lightly tapping my fingers on the zipper. He licked his lips as he grabbed my hand, cupping it around his dick. I felt the hardness growing in mere seconds. I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh; this was going to be easier than I thought.
     
     
    “Good morning , Miss. Westin,” Hank said, as I slinked back to my loft in the early morning hour.
    “Good morning to you , too Hank,” I replied with a smile, and a slight yawn.
    I needed a good twelve hours of sleep after last night who knew Mr. Harding had so much spunk and energy in the sack. My thought of an easy in and out last night was a big mistake, as that man had been up and down all night and early morning. I finally found myself begging for him to get tired and finish; I could only play pretend for so long, as I made all his wildest dreams come true.
    I should have known I was in for a long night, when the moment he slid his key card in the door I was being pulled into the room and slammed against the wall, dress immediately being ripped off and my legs being wrapped around his waist as he walked us to the bedroom.
    I hit the elevator button and slinked into the car, resting my head against the cool metal of the walls as I waited for the doors to close. I glided my hand down my legs to pull off the heels that were killing my feet. The cool tile under my bare feet felt like heaven. Who knew the old man had a shoe fetish thus rocking these super cute but painful bad boys all night long. The doors opened, and I had to push myself to walk over to the door. All I wanted was a shower and bed, and it had to come in that order. I had bodily fluids on every inch of my skin, and as much as I loved the very large tip I was given it still didn’t take the yuck factor away from my job.
    I noticed Cherri’s door was close d when I strolled into the loft must have been a late night for her if she is still sleeping. That girl was up at the crack of dawn every morning, working out; something that I really should start doing, but can’t seem to make myself do. Tossing my shoes and clutch on the bar, I unzip the back of my dress, letting it fall off my body as I walked over to the staircase.
    I fl ipped on the light and quickly turned the knob on the shower, letting the steam fill the small glass area with a dense fog. I peeled the bangles off my arms and undid the large diamond studs from my ears, as I grabbed a towel and laid it over the rack. Stepping into the shower, I ducked my head into the hot water and let it rain down upon me, easing my muscles, and erasing the memories from last night. The only thing left in my mind, now, was climbing into my nice comfy bed and sleeping the day away; I didn’t have anywhere to be tonight, and I was going to take full advantage of not working.
     
     
    “Carmen , the phone; get the damn phone!” Cherri yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I slowly started to register that our landline was ringing, as I rolled over in my cozy bed and flopped my arm around until I managed to grab the phone. 
    “Hello?” I croaked out, flopping on my back.
    “Miss Westin, there is a delivery of flowers for you down stairs. Should I send them up?” Henry asked.
    “Yeah, that’s fine. Thank you Henry.”
    I slam med the receiver back on the cradle and glanced over at the clock shit it was already a little after four in the afternoon. Groaning, I tossed my white feather down comforter off my body and rolled myself to the edge of the bed. Slowly, I hauled my lazy ass over to my closet and grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top, tossing them