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Her destination was a beautiful and massive hotel penthouse with a view to die for looking out over the city skyline just across the park with filled with ducks. The prestegous hotel stood towering in the night's sky against the stars. Creating a scene out of a fairytale book.

He'd been away on a business trip for two months, closing deals, making millions in customer tailered suit and tie and as much as she'd denied herself the emotions, the separation had been much more than a disruption in their arrangement.

He'd contacted her upon his arrival at noon as a courtesy and it was just after six as she pushed through the lobby doors. She'd hurried up an potential client, got a parking ticket and curse words from an elderly lady just to get here on time. Sure, she was greedy for him and wanted all of him to herself. But who wouldn't?

Abby's heart quickened in delicious anticipation as the elevator carried her in swift silence to the 35th floor penthouse.

She left the elevator and walked along the plush red carpet towards his penthouse suite. What she wanted most was his talented hands on her: caressing, soothing, even spanking ever so softly but yet with enough pressure that left a delicate sting. She had a key and he himself one for her place. But as usual she always knocked.

Respect. He was an important man who dealt with very important people. His job requires him to entertain the rich and elite in his private sanctuary based on their level.

The French wood door opened on the second knock and she smiled seductively at the sight of him. He was still in work attire which told her he either had guest or was just getting in.

"Shall I wait?" Abby questioned softly, as she leaned against the door frame seductively and began undoing the knot of her overalls.

"Hell no, I'll get rid of him ASAP." Nick growled seductively, pulling her into him, he planted a brief kiss on her full lips.

She moaned at the taste of him, wine, and his tongue enter her mouth. Molding perfectly with his body, she thanked her mom for passing most her genes to her, a great ass and perfectly sculpted breast.

She giggled as he bit softly on her bottom lip at her teases. He ravished her mouth placing soft squeezes on her hips then his hands went ______ abruptly, he pulled them apart.

"Forgot you had company." she grinned.

"Bloody bastard." he raked his hand over his freshly cut hair and pulled her in shutting the door.

They entered the room and there was a man inside. "Abby I'd like you to meet Senator John Harcourt."

She'd been so wrapped up in her anticipation of seeing him she'd totally missed the three bodyguards built like giant statues a couple doors down. "Senator Harcourt." She smiled softly with her greetings, instead of seductive and soft her voice bristled professionally.

"Ms. Williams," John said with a smile. He rose from gathering papers into his briefcase. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

Abby smiled innocently.

"I don't believe I've introduced the both of you before." Nick commented arching a brow.

"No, you haven't. I was the caterer for his daughter's wedding. Before you and I met, Nick." She quickly explained, a little too impatiently. She wanted to be alone with Nick now.

She'd been in the food business ever since she was twenty-one. She'd burnt her first cookies at nine and was determined to get it perfect. Now she owned one of the most sought after catering companies in the city. She'd even cooked for the first lady herself along with celebrity artists and actors. It was simply the only thing she loved.

"The Senator was just saying his goodbyes for the evening when you'd knocked." Nick explained.

"Well then, I'll leave you two to it, must be really important stuff." Hint understood, the senator continued gathering his things and said final good bye to her as she headed towards the room, giving them privacy.