One Little Drink
by Dottie Taylor
“Come on, just one little drink, what could it hurt” he encouraged, grinning wickedly.
“I never break the rules, and going to strange man's room for a drink is a big one” I smiled shyly, desire to break the rules was never stronger.
“Do I look like a strange man, I've never thought of myself as strange” he moved closer, brushing his hand over my bared shoulder and back, caressing lightly.
His touch sent shivers across my body, I rubbed the goose flesh. Suddenly, I heard my lips say the fateful words, “Okay, just one drink, five minutes, that's all.”
He grabbed my hand, smiling broadly, victory in his eyes, “What are we waiting for, let's go!”
I looked back at my friends as we ran down the hall to the darken walkaway that led from the atrium to the rest of the hotel, to the forbidden rooms. If I was missed, I was going to be in big trouble.
“See, that wasn't so bad” he grinned as he popped the room lock, hurrying me inside to the waiting darkness. I turned into his seeking arms, his lips on mine, his hunger and desire throbbing through me.
“Where's my drink” I whispered, heart pounding in response.
His lips grazed my neck as he softly breathed “My drink first.” His teeth plunged into my flesh, drinking deeply of the one little drink that was me, the wine to quench his thirst.