Consequences

maintained eye contact. Tony continued speaking as if no words had been spoken. “I have decided you may choose. Perhaps you would like to know your choices?”
    Claire’s heart sank. She lowered herself into a chair at the table and looked away. Nothing she said mattered. He hadn’t listened to a word. “Tony, your decision is made, I don’t care.” Defeat filled her voice. She looked at the table, where on a piece of paper was a list of positives from her day.
    “The first option is a two-week timeout in your suite.” What? That never crossed her mind. There was no way, she couldn’t take that. She glared at him.
     
    Tony watched her. She stood and met him face to face. God, her strength captivated him. “Then I choose number two.” Claire’s voice sounded resilient. He didn’t respond. The silence grew. He wanted her. He wanted to tell her he was sorry, he had overreacted, but that wasn’t him. He couldn’t.
    “Very well, undress.”
    She didn’t hesitate, she obeyed his command. She started by unbuttoning her blouse, one button at a time. Then she shimmied out of her slacks, she didn’t argue or complain, and maintained eye contact the entire time. Tony’s arousal was becoming difficult to conceal. Her body before him trembled slightly and his demeanor dissolved.
    “Claire, come here.” She did. He held her shoulders and looked into her green eyes. “Damn you, Claire.” He pulled her close. “I make snap decisions based on the evidence I see. Appearances are important. I assumed you had something planned with Sue, something that I hadn’t approved. I was wrong. Your speech,” he lifted her chin, gently this time as his tone softened, “was very brave.” He watched her expression. “It helped me see that I’d jumped to the wrong conclusion.”
     
    He put his head down on her hair. Claire exhaled at the unexpected revelation: Anthony Rawlings was apologizing. She stood still while he encircled her with his arms, her trembling ceased and she let her face fall against his chest, inhaling the scent of smoke on his shirt. She felt his erection against her hips and the tension began to build within her depths. Tony’s tone, now mellow, “Up until the moment Sue handed you that note I was extremely proud of you. You were amazing. Courtney told me that about ten times.” Claire lifted her eyes to see his expression, smiling matching his tone. Claire smiled and felt her body relax against his. “There is something I would like us to do.”
    The relief of his apology overwhelmed her. Her body continued its disregard for reason. She wanted him to take her and didn’t hesitate. “Whatever it is, yes.”
    “Your hair, smells like smoke. I would like us to shower.” Claire took Tony’s hand and led him to her shower. He followed. Once there she helped him undress, and he started undoing her braid. Under the warm spray of the shower he wet her hair, added shampoo, and gently massaged. “Your hair is beautiful, but it really needs trimming. And the weather is getting colder, so maybe some highlights. I believe you will enjoy the spa. It has a great reputation.”
    She turned to face him. “You didn’t cancel my appointment?”
    Smiling tenderly he said, “No, I was hoping something would change my mind.”
    After working the cream rinse into her hair, he took the shower gel and began to lather Claire’s back. Wrapping his arms around her, he lathered her breasts and stomach. Finally, he couldn’t control himself any longer. Claire didn’t want him to. His tender touch caused an ache deep inside of her. He turned her around and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him and his mouth excitedly nibbled her breasts. His tongue created intense sensations as it tantalized her hard round nipples. She gripped his wide shoulders and let her fingers run through his wet hair as his strong arms and torso held her body against the wall of the shower and moved her. She yearned for him. He tempted her with his fingers until self-control was beyond his reach. He filled her completely. Thunderous convulsions overtook her body. She expected his actions, but the fulfillment made her back arch and sounds escape her lips. Their bodies moved as one, not because of instructions or demands. Instead, the cause was erotic carnal physical instinct. In time the ardent passion moved from the shower to the bed. He received his desires, but he made sure Claire did too.
    At some point during the night, Tony