The frosty night air caressed her smooth skin as she got out of her car. Hannah Cupid smiled as she handed her keys to the young valet.

His stare at her ample cleavage was rewarded with a playful wink from the blonde woman. She wore a tight, strapless black dress which accentuated her sleek curves. The long slit at the left side revealed a lot of her leg as she made her way into the elegant foyer of the Crimson Monarch Hotel.

She had a dinner meeting with the owner of the hotel. It was her third meeting of the sort for the week so far and it was only Tuesday.

Hannah was taking her maid of honour duties very seriously. Her best friend Mikayla Moss was marrying her billionaire boss Damien Arnauld and she would be damned if this was not going to be the wedding of the century. Damien had given Hannah a special credit card to cover whatever expenses that were needed. Of course, it was something that they had to keep Mikayla from knowing, at least for the time being.

"Gotta love Miks, engaged to a billionaire yet still modest about spending his money," Hannah said to herself with a soft chuckle before adding, "I have so much to teach her still."

Hannah had met Mikayla in secondary school. Mikayla had recently migrated to England from the twin-island state of Trinidad and Tobago, and Hannah had been instantly intrigued by the Caribbean beauty. Coupled with a lovely accent, Mikayla's long, dark, curly hair and smooth brown skin made her stand out at the private English school. From their very first encounter by the vending machine, when Hannah cursed out Rodney Thompson for harassing Mikayla, the two had hit it off, immediately becoming the best of friends.

Even though their personalities were the complete opposite of each other at times, they had been inseparable since day one, their traits complimenting each other. Damien had suggested that they could have a small wedding in Tobago on one of the beautiful beaches. Meanwhile, Mikayla had been dabbling with the idea of a fancier London wedding. Hannah thought that they both were great ideas, as each wanted to please the other. However, in her mind, she could not see why the couple could not do both.

As a result, she had been meeting with various hotel managers and owners around London to see what sort of wedding packages they offered. Tonight, she would be meeting Mr. Timothy Rochford. He owned a chain of luxury hotels with a great reputation for hosting excellent wedding receptions.

Hannah entered the elegant restaurant that was attached to the hotel. She gave the host her name who escorted her to a partially hidden booth. Upon seeing Mr. Rochford, Hannah could not help but lick her lips. There was just something about a sexy man in a suit that immediately got her blood boiling.

For a man in his early fifties, he looked great. His black, wavy hair had a light dusting of grey by the temples, and he had piercing chocolate eyes that Hannah could only imagine made the ladies swoon. To Hannah, there was nothing wrong with mixing business and pleasure. She flashed a captivating smile to Mr. Rochford who stood and greeted her.

"Hannah, you look divine as always! How is your father?" Mr. Rochford asked as they slid into the booth, his gaze taking a quick appreciative glance over her figure.

Doing her best, she quickly fought the look of displeasure that threatened to cross her face. She replied with a forced smile as her blue eyes locked with his, "Oh you know the usual with Robert Cupid, focused on making more money than he can ever spend in several lifetimes."

Being the daughter of a wealthy businessman was not all that it was cracked up to be. Her father had never been around, too busy with his work and different women. While her mother Marcia, in turn, took to seeking attention in the beds of others, both male and female alike. As a result, Hannah had spent more time with the maids around the house, and had learned to be independent from a very young age.

Her parents were still married, but it was only on paper. They kept up their marriage for appearances. This could probably explain Hannah's behaviour towards relationships. She loved sex, but did not believe in the concept of a happily ever after. At least not for herself, as she was convinced that her blood was tainted with the sins of her parents.

In her mind, she simply did not see the point of wasting time chasing something that she knew would not end well. While some people would disagree with how she chose to live her life, Hannah believed that one's character could not be fully develop if only exposed to a vacuum of silence and comfort. In her mind, it was only through the knowledge and experience of trying new things that the soul could be reinforced, ambition encouraged, and fulfilment achieved.

Hannah had managed to create a successful life for herself, separate from that of her parents. Whereas many people saw marriage as being a major accomplishment for a woman, she often disagreed. Of course, if two people loved each other and wanted to get married, they should.

Mikayla and Damien were a perfect example of such a relationship. What Hannah opposed to, was the notion that a woman should get married simply because it was what society expected. Just like society said that women should not sleep around.

"Society can lick my arse. I know that I may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I drink coffee anyway so fuck them. Speaking of drinks..." Hannah mumbled softly to herself, her eyes lighting up as she saw the waiter approaching

Mr. Rochford looked up from the menu, "What's that my dear?"

Shaking her head, she replied, "I was just deciding on what to drink."

With a smile that flashed her perfect teeth, she ordered a white wine, then continued to look over the menu. Hannah and Mr. Rochford began conversing about the wedding. They discussed the available dates, as well as the different types of packages offered. She had been impressed with the wide selection of choices. The hotel's reputation living up to her expectations.

Mr. Rochford was enjoying her company. She was smart, sexy and easy to talk to. The warmth of his cognac made him smile and stretch his feet out under the table, where he accidentally brushed against Hannah. Apologizing, he started to pull his foot away but she suddenly shifted so that her own leg was now on top of his, trapping him in place.

Their eyes met as they sipped from their respective glasses and she reached across the table and ran a well-manicured finger across the back of his strong hand. Without letting her gaze slip from his, she slid across the seat of the booth to sit on his side of the table.

Hannah leaned over and whispered to him, "Forgive me Timothy, for being so forward, but I have to tell you that white wine makes me horny as fuck. I'd really like to finish discuss our business, eat our dinner and then get out of here. But I must confess, if we don't hurry things up, you're going to have to make me come right here." she slipped a hand onto the front of his trousers to grope his swelling erection.

Her shamelessness shocked Mr. Rochford, his eyes widening in surprise. He could not help but immediately fall under her spell. Hannah's reputation had been widely acknowledged among their mutual circle. She was known as a vixen, taking her pleasures from men while leaving them wanting for more. He could not deny the beauty of the woman next to him. Her light blue eyes were piercing, the way her blonde hair was pinned high on her head exposed the elegant curve of her neck with skin that was just begging to be kissed.

The dress that she wore tonight seduced his imagination. Her tempting breasts threatened to spill out of the low-cut sweetheart neckline. He had not missed the skin of her upper thigh that had been visible through the slit when she walked to the booth.

The way she had entered the room in her black, six-inch heels had caused almost every man to stop and stare at her. It had him wanting to take her on the table as soon as he saw her. She was one of those women that just screamed sex and men could not help but fall to her feet, begging to give her anything that she wanted.

Quickly shaking himself from his thoughts, Mr. Rochford did his best to recover from his initial shock as he said, "Forward is good with me."

Hannah removed her hand and grabbed his, guiding it under her dress, "You mean like this?" she asked, as his fingers found her bare and wet folds.

He cleared his throat, his brown eyes widening even more as he realised that she was not wearing any underwear. Mr. Rochford felt himself harden, his erection straining against his pants. The waiter returned and asked if they'd made any decisions. Rather than make it obvious, he kept his hand where it was as he ordered for them from the Chef's Menu. When his finger made an experimental stroke, he felt her push against it and heard her soft throaty moan.

The waiter smiled and said, "Coming right up Mr. Rochford Sir!"

As the waiter left, Mr. Rochford teasingly started to pull his hand from between her legs, but Hannah clamped it in place and pushed his finger between her lips, groaning softly.

"God you're soaked, you really weren't kidding about that wine huh?" he asked with a chuckle as his finger moved against her needy centre once more.

"Nope!" Hannah exaggerated the word as she took another sip from her glass.

He moved his finger up slightly and found her swollen clit before tracing light circles around it. Hannah gripped his wrist tighter, squeezing her legs together as several shudders ran through her body. She climaxed right in the middle of the restaurant; her moans soft but loud enough for Mr. Rochford to hear.

After a minute of holding his hand in place, her orgasm subsided. She released his wrist and said with a mischievous smile, "Thank you. That should keep me from ripping your clothes off until we make it upstairs."

Hannah and Mr. Rochford continued to discuss the wedding details over dinner, both eagerly anticipating what was to follow.

Later that night, Hannah's body hummed with pleasure.

With gentle movements, she slowly lifted the arm of a sexually satisfied and passed out Mr. Rochford. She then quietly got out of bed and silently slipped back into her dress.

A small smile came to her face as she saw the two torn condom wrappers on the floor. Mr. Rochford's performance could have put many men half his age to shame. The delicious throbbing between her thighs was proof enough that her own needs had been well fulfilled.

Picking up the hotel pad and pen from the bedside table, Hannah left a note for him before she quietly left the room.

When Mr. Rochford woke up a few hours later, he realised that he was alone. As he sat up and stretched, he noticed the note and a small smile came to his lips as he read it.

Last night was fun. Will keep in touch concerning the wedding.

-Hannah

He groaned softly at her words, her taste still lingering on his lips. The woman had been a beast last night, a beautiful one at that. Oh yes, her reputation definitely did not disappoint. Mr. Rochford had been privy to being in her charming presence in the past, but never had he felt her touch.

Now having experienced it first hand, he already knew that he'd fallen victim to it like so many others before him. Wanting her, but knowing that this would be the only encounter that he would experience.

If it was one thing that he knew about Hannah, it was that she was untamed and men had seemingly lost themselves over the years as they tried to win her over. There was just something about a beautiful, sexually liberated woman that drove men insane, more so when she made herself unattainable.

"Completely worth the chase I'd say," Mr. Rochford mumbled to himself.

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