Can't Crush The Boss

"So it was pretty difficult trying to find a hotel room, I forgot how crazy prom weekend is. But don't worry, I got one. Now are you sure you're comfortable with this? I know the boundaries. I just don't want you to feel the least bit awkward, especially with last night's ordeal."

"I'm fin, Harry. I've been waiting to spend an uninterrupted evening with you."

I could care less where we went as long as we were together. But when we drove passed the entrance of this luxurious hotel I felt awful.

"Harry what are we doing here? This must have cost a fortune for just one night. Are you crazy?"

"No, I'm not crazy," he chuckled. "I wanted to surprise you with the best. You are going to love it inside. And don't worry about the expenses, it's all covered," he winked.

Once we parked, he insisted in not letting me carry my own bag. So I followed him into this expensive Roman themed lobby, with amazing marbled floors and pillars. There were gold and ivory accents everywhere; the interior décor was remarkable. I couldn't believe it. My eyes kept bouncing off the walls as I waited for Harry to check us in. Captivated by the ceiling, I almost missed the thrill of when he placed his arm around me.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded as he grabbed my hand and we were off to find the elevators. On our way we passed by the dance club. Infested with prom goers, it promised to be a fun option if we decided to continue dancing.

"It's amazing, huh? So what would you like to do first?"

"Oh gosh, it's finally settling in that we are really here. Umm, I don't know yet. We can figure it out once we see the room, yeah?"

"Okay, you're the boss."

"Aww, you just reminded me, I won't see you at work anymore." I pouted.

"No, erase that thought! Now! We are going to continue enjoying tonight. No negativity allowed."

We got off on the15th floor. The carpet was dark red and the hallways had Grecian statues. You actually felt like you were transported to a Roman era; except the modern architecture gave it a twist. Our room number was 1539. Harry swiped the card key and stepped aside so I could walk in first. I was awestruck with in the first few seconds.

"Do you feel like a queen now?" he asked.

"Uh huh…" I was speechless.This royal room had large glass windows with sliding doors that led to a small Eden-like balcony. The color theme was beige, white and burgundy as I continued to observe the furniture, curtains and carpet. The bedroom took up most of the space. It had a round king size bed, with white and gold silk sheets. In front was a marble cupboard with a fridge on the bottom. On top of the entertainment table sat a 50 inch plasma TV. As if that weren't enough, there was a hot tub in the corner of the bedroom, surrounded by slim pillars. This must have been a honeymoon suite.

"You're insane. How in the world did you afford this?" I demanded.

"I told you not to worry about it, besides you could think of it as your prom slash birthday present."

"Only the best present ever… Wait a minute! You weren't trying to impress me to…"

"Don't you dare say it! Don't you dare think it!" he said sternly while pointing his finger at me.

I raised my hands in surrender backing away from the idea. We had everything in here. I opened the fridge and they already had complimentary fruits and desserts with wine and champagne bottles.

"Wow they don't mess around here, huh?" I added.

Harry was busy looking around when I grabbed his hand to walk out to the balcony. There was a statue of Venus de Milo in the center of a small water fountain. We took a minute to soak in the busy city lights. My mind couldn't fathom how romantic this place was. I spaced out in to the night sky and Harry stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders.

"What would you like to do?" he spoke quietly.

I sighed. It's like now that we were finally here, I didn't know where to start. It was midnight and I knew that the hours would fly by in the blink of an eye.

"Can we take a tour of the hotel?"

"Sounds good!" he said removing his blazer and slidding the room key in his wallet.

Fortunately, my mother's shoes were so worn in, that by some given miracle my feet didn't hurt. Thank goodness! We resumed our tour of all the sculptures, paintings and tipsy teenagers. Later we returned to the elevator for the 4th time to check out the dance club down stairs, but this happy young couple barged in.

"Hey guys! You have to come with us! There's this killer party up on the Pent House floor," blurted the friendly blonde.

Harry bowed his head towards me and I agreed. I had a feeling this couple was a little drunk too. The guy swiped a different card to get us up to that level, and I watched as the numbers on the top screen stopped at 30. This floor was the White House of all floors. It was one giant room filled with couples and singles our age. I guessed some rich kid was hosting a post-prom party, only this time there wasn't any 50's music and there was a long illuminated bar.

Harry held on tightly to my waist as we took off to get some drinks. I asked him to order me a different one. Then we did a careful zigzag through the dance floor, trying not to spill our drinks or get ran in to. It was semi-dark, though they did have all these flashy lights and effects. I wasn't surprised to find couples making-out in random corners. This party was too wild and chaotic for me; I didn't want to be here the rest of the night.

After we danced a little and chatted with a few people we were ready to leave. I leaned my head on Harry's shoulder while we rode the elevator back to or suite.

"Are you tired?" he asked in a low tone.

I shook my head, "and maybe a little tipsy." I giggled.

"Would you like to go to sleep now?" his arms pulled me in tighter.

"No! What time is it?" He glanced over at his wrist.

"Almost 2 o'clock…you want to snuggle up to a movie?"

That felt right, nice and relaxing. I grabbed my bag once he opened the door and fled to the bathroom. As I changed into a pair of coquettish sleepwear; a set of soft giraffe print shorts and top with white lace trim. I normally would have been too embarrassed to even think of letting someone else see me in this, but it was still pretty modest for some of the other scandalous ensembles I saw. I took the bobby pins out of my hair and wiped the rest of my lipstick off.

When I walked out of the bathroom, I saw Harry sitting on the edge of the bed with long dark plaid pajama pants and no shirt. Yup, there went that weak feeling in the knees again. When he heard the door he turned and did a double take. Examining me from head to toe, he exhaled heavily in frustration; I could tell he was now the one left speechless.

"How am I supposed to watch a movie with this kind of distraction?" he grinned and blushed a bit.

"You said you could handle it," I shrugged while walking over to him.

"Now you're making me nervous."

"Whatever!" I playfully punched his stomach.

"Oh so you want to play that way?"

With one arm he carefully swung me on to the bed. I lay there frozen with him kneeling over me. He had purposefully pinned me down to see how I would react. To have him that near in a matter of seconds gave me goose bumps.

"So what kind of movie would like to watch?" he smirked.

"Maybe a scary one?"

"Okay then."

He climbed off and took the remote to begin scanning the channels. A chill ran through me as I recovered from his little stunt. I felt dizzy between that and my Cosmopolitan I had earlier.

"Do you want some fruit?" I offered, reaching into the cool fridge.

Once we were ready, we climbed in to bed with our backs against the beige headboard and our legs under the sheets. They were so soft we couldn't help but play footsy battles. I held the bowl of fruit while Harry's left arm was around me. And for the first quarter of the movie we fed each other grapes, strawberries and delicious cherries. If this was married life, I wanted in.

Harry would be the first and last guy I'd ever kiss. The thought left me feeling all warm-and-fuzzy. After he took my bowl to place it on the night stand, we laid more comfortably. I now had my arm over his stomach and he in turn stroked my arm and shoulder. Sigh.

"Can I ask your opinion on something?" he mentioned out of the blue.

"Yeah…"

"What are your thoughts on marriage? Like are you for or against it?"

I turned my head towards him, bewildered by his question.

"I want to get married someday."

"I know this is too early and forward of me to ask, but could you see yourself, like in 10 years, marrying a person like me?"

"Marrying you? Do you even have to ask?"

We smiled simultaneously and held each other closer. He lowered the volume to the movie and we continued to talk about random things for the next hour or so and gaze into each other's eyes.

"Harry, thank you for this wonderful night."

"It was my pleasure."

He smiled and gave me a sweet kiss on my forehead. Before he got a chance to look back at the television, I stopped him by placing my hand on his other cheek to face me again.

"Shall I find some nice music instead?"

"Yes please." I replied.

I know it sounds cheesy, but you'd be surprised what great background music classic love songs can be. Granted we did laugh at how lame some were, but it was the perfect ingredient to our romantic night. Several oldies played between the 80s and 90s hits; which in my opinion are some of the best ones. I was snug in Harry's strong hold. He had been quietly serenading me along to some of the lyrics that he knew; brushing my hair strand by strand off my face, as though we had all the time in the world.

We giggled whilst tickling each other. This room gave off quite the sensuous vibe and yet we acted like little kids in love, not enraptured by the temptation…not yet. Then as though the playlist conducted our behavior, the right ballad came on, provoking our carnal disposition.

"Are you gonna kiss me already?" I asked impatiently.

"I've been wanting to all night. Believe me."

Hovering over me, he leaned in to give me a tender kiss. At first I held on to his shoulder, the more I sunk my fingers into his skin the more passionate the kiss. Then he gently moved to lie on top of me; like a heavy blanket his body covered me. At first the pressure of his weight left me short of breath but I gradually adapted. I could smell him so much better. I don't think I've ever been disappointed by his scent, not even when we stepped out of the gym and he was at his sweatiest. For a man, his skin was very smooth. I always thought women were supposed to feel baby soft and men have toad skin. Indeed I was wrong as my fingers explored his upper landscape.

"Am I too heavy?" he whispered.

"No. As light as a hippo." I gasped.

He laughed quietly, laying his forehead by my face.

"Want me to get off?" I convinced him not to by reaching up and barely kissing the side of his lips."I can't believe I'm lying in bed… with you."

"I can't either." I rolled my eyes.

"Remember when we first met? I could tell you didn't like me very much. I had to work my charm on you." he winked.

"Yeah look how well it worked…" we both laughed.

"I must confess I'm always a little nervous to touch you. I mean heaven knows how much I want to, but…"

"So then Herman won't be joining us?"

"Oh? I'm sorry but I'm not sharing you tonight."

"But I like him," I pouted.

"I'm starting to get jealous over my own hand here. Or maybe it's just because you're saying another guy's name."

His smiles were seductive and so was the rest of him. I found it hard to keep from touching him, gliding my hands over his broad frame. He rested upon his forearms, looking down at me and I could still feel his toes tickling mine. I was unable to squirm around for he had me trapped and silently boasted of his triumph.

"I love your back, it's so smooth and strong… like a horse," I rambled.

He just about burst, turning his head from laughing in my face, but I could still feel his body shaking.

"First I'm a hippo and now I'm a horse? Any other animals I remind you of? And I'm not even the one wearing the giraffe pajamas."

"It was a compliment, sort of." I stuck my tongue out. He gave me a confused look and jokingly shook his head like I was a lost cause. "You should give me a back massage now, seeing as how I think it's broken thanks to your weightlessness."

"That I can do. Turn over."

Once he lifted himself off, I felt myself inflate with the air I had lost. I rolled over on my stomach and pushed my hair aside. But I spoke too soon as he slightly sat on my bum to begin the massage, at least this time he didn't put all his weight on me. Whew! I closed my eyes as I enjoyed his hands rubbing my achy back.

"Now am I allowed to do other things besides caress your back?" His tone had changed again in to that thick bedroom voice, giving me a hot flash.

I knew that although it was still a green light I needed to proceed-with-caution. His hands felt too good as they went from my crossed arms above my head all the way down to my lower back. Unfortunately my shirt kept me from enjoying the bottom half. There was less talking, however it didn't hinder the intensity of our communication. It was only a matter of time before I felt Harry's firm hands slide under my top. I hid my arms beneath the pillow, well aware that I could fall asleep but my acute senses forbade it.

Meanwhile Harry's hands inspected every inch of my spine, shoulders and ribs, in a way I would let no doctor attempt. That's for sure! His weight shifted and just when I was about to ask what he was doing, he began to kiss my neck. I had nothing but gestures of approval as they slowly formed a maze dowm my back while his fingers dangerously stroked the sensitive area under my arms down to my hips. Right away waves of electricity crashed through me; I propped myself upon my elbows to fight my way through the desirable current.

"Ummm, I should stop," Harry mumbled as he was about to leap off the bed.

I caught hold of his hand and knelt before him then grabbed his other hand and locked them tight. Our foreheads pressed together, inhaling the sweet air and listening to the soothing guitar chords. Trying to balance ourselves upon our knees he held on to me and probed my lips again. Discovering the sway of his tongue as it flirted and danced with mine, I tasted a mild combination of strawberries and grapes. I could feel the muscles of my heart rip and enlarge as my passion for him grew, as well as my love.

I imagined that we were out in space, surrounded by heavenly stars and indescribable colored clouds. At least that's what you'd find if you looked in to my eyes. If lips could experience the act of making love, undoubtedly this is what it would appear like. There was nothing obscene or dirty about it, it was just an exchange of another dialect, or a harmonious duet. All the while we were fascinated by each other's continual responses, our fingers grew jealous and began an adventure of their own.

Harry placed my hand on his bare chest and slid his behind my waist. I was crossing a high wire of uncertainty, as though I were undergoing a slight case of vertigo. My nerves were in an uproar, like I was standing at the edge of a towering building. Did every 17 year old go through this on the brink of intimacy? Our lips had accomplished all they could at this point. Harry's desperate hands then decided to unveil me, as he slowly pushed my shirt over my head. Shockingly, I didn't feel as embarrassed as I thought I would. He made me feel at ease. What helped even more was the lack of obvious stares, instead he scooped me up in his arms. And we remained in this embrace, while I felt his heartbeat.

My skin endured this gradual burning sensation just as if it were on fire, but my insides were chilled, causing me to quiver occasionally at the battle of my body temperature. Surprisingly my lips began to tremble; I didn't understand. Why couldn't I control the reactions of my own body?

"Are you ok? Is this frightening you?" he asked concerned.

We paused as he noticed my body start to shiver even more now.

"Are you cold?" he began to worry.

"I don't know," I chuckled. "I don't feel cold. I was fine till a couple of minutes ago. It's like my mind and body aren't on the same page."

"Are you nervous?"

"That could be it, but I don't feel nervous. It's just so strange."

Harry held me till I stopped shaking. I really couldn't believe my body was doing that. Once I calmed down, he turned to reach the sheets and brought them to cover my chest. Not once did he seem distracted by my half nakedness, maintaining full eye contact, even when I had anticipated him to gawk. We lied down and allowed the drowsiness to possess us. My cheek rested upon his torso, his right arm secured around me and his other hand engulfed in mine nestled upon his neck. I was slipping away into my dreams, not before I heard him whisper one last I love you.

It was 4 am when we finally closed our eyes.

Notes

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