While there was some amusement in having left the Cajun in want, on the whole Ororo would have much rather stayed and finished playing with her new toy. As Yukio had so cheerfully put it on the ride to the meeting, she was promptly given a dirty look to shut her trap. The meeting with Tony went as expected. Tony drank and flirted his ass off while Ororo smiled charmingly and held his hand through re-upping his contract with her company.
The rest of the day was a hazy. Last minute preparations for the convention and paperwork could hardly compete with the memories of that morning’s pleasures. She couldn’t recall the last time she had so thoroughly come undone and by the time she was heading up to her penthouse Ororo was fairly sure none had ever brought her to quite that height before. The revelation made her excited at the prospect of seeing Remy again, to put it mildly.
Instead of a cold shower Ororo sought the comfort of her jacuzzi. After changing into the gold bikini, setting up a light spread on the terrace and sending Yukio away she waited with only her feet soaking for the bell to ring.
Remy was a man on a mission as he approached Ororo’s penthouse. He would make her tremble for him, pant with pleasure for him, beg like a bitch in heat. He knew it would take some doing. Ororo was no ordinary woman. No, much like classic jazz she was for those with refined tastes.
He stood with confidence and determination as he rang her door bell, charm already starting to seep out of him as he had ever intention of sweeping him off her feet and onto her back… Among other positions throughout the night.