Settling in Montreal

Richard sat on the beige coverlet of the hotel bed where Fanguella was staying, waiting for her to get out of the shower. Today they were going to go visit his club, and he couldn’t help hoping she would like it, and feeling somewhat excited to have someone to plan and work together with. Funny though, he was not the type who would often work with others, being a more solitary kind of man. Well, he chuckled, he enjoyed having her around and in this way she would be with him for a little bit. And who knows, she just might come up with a few things he could use, although her ideas seemed to him a little too outlandish when he thought of them practically. They were fun to explore though in theory, while in his mind he could see Fanguella dressed in nearly nothing prancing around his club, as well as picturing her within the fantasies that they were creating together. This of course made him hungrier for her then he’d felt for anyone in quite some time, and he simply wanted to devour her. He had half a mind to barge into that washroom, and pull the shower curtain aside, stepping in fully clothed and taking her naked glistening form to him, and-
“Are you almost ready?” He demanded in irritation. He was getting tired of these thoughts of her constantly plaguing him. He had a business to turn around, he needed to concentrate. He would fuck her senseless later, but for now, he was eager to get going. He hated to wait for anything.