Jonathan awoke with the first light of dawn, the pale golden rays filtering through the curtains of his luxurious suite at the Fifth Avenue Hotel. A feeling of contentment and anticipation washed over him, the memories of the previous evening with Caroline still fresh in his mind. The connection they had forged, the shared laughter and tender moments, had left him feeling a warmth that seemed to radiate from his very core.
With a newfound spring in his step, he rose from the plush bed and prepared for the day ahead. The marble bathroom beckoned, offering the promise of a refreshing bath that would chase away any lingering traces of sleep. He filled the ornate clawfoot tub with steaming hot water, the scent of rosemary and lavender wafting through the air as he added a few drops of fragrant oil. Immersing himself in the soothing embrace of the water, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift, his thoughts consumed by the enchanting woman who had captured his heart.
After a leisurely soak, Jonathan donned a crisp white shirt, a charcoal-gray waistcoat, and a pair of impeccably tailored trousers. He combed his dark hair back, the fine strands obediently falling into place, giving him a polished and sophisticated appearance.
Descending the grand staircase, Jonathan entered the hotel's opulent dining room, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm croissants filled the air. He settled into a plush velvet chair and indulged in a sumptuous breakfast, savoring the delicate flavors of smoked salmon, ripe fruit, and buttery pastries. Each bite seemed to fortify him, providing sustenance not just for his body but also for the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within him.
With his appetite sated, Jonathan retreated to the privacy of his suite. He picked up the ornate brass telephone that sat atop the polished mahogany desk, his fingers deftly dialing the number he had memorized in anticipation of this moment. The soft trill of the ringing line echoed through the room, each tone heightening the anticipation that coursed through him.As the line clicked and a familiar voice answered on the other end, Jonathan drew a deep breath, steadying himself for the conversation that was about to unfold.
"Hey Poul, I knew you'd answer. I have two pieces of good news," Jonathan began.
"Ah, Jonathan! It's been a while," Poul replied, a note of genuine warmth in his tone. "I could sense the energy in your voice the moment I answered the call. Do tell, what's the good news?"
Jonathan hesitated for a moment, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "First," he said, his voice brimming with excitement, "I had the most incredible evening with Caroline last night. We spent the entire night exploring the city, sharing laughter, and making unforgettable memories. You know, the usual when you go on a date. And the best part is, I get to kiss her lips. Oh boy, she tasted delicious, oh I wish I could have savored her lips more."
Poul chuckled heartily, clearly delighted by his friend's enthusiasm. "Well, Jonathan, it sounds like you had quite the evening. I'm so glad to hear that things went well between you and Caroline. I know how much she means to you. And what's the second piece of good news?"
"The second piece of good news is that Caroline is going to invest two million dollars in another venture, the electric company. Just as I assure you, she will invest as always. I have already handed her the necessary files and documents for her to peruse, and in just six days, we will get the money."
"Well, that one is not surprising at all," Poul said, chuckling. "We know that Caroline is going to invest, she gave us her words. The meeting there was just a formality. So was that all? You kissed Caroline and got a two-million-dollar investment?""Oh, there is actually a third one," Jonathan said as he recalled his discussion with Caroline yesterday at Delmonicos. "According to Caroline, the New York Board of Transportation is looking for a solution to fix gridlocks in New York. One of the solutions is building a metro station along New York, that way people from Upper Manhattan can commute to Lower Manhattan efficiently and swiftly. Caroline believes that we could play a significant role in the project. Providing the necessary infrastructure and technology to make it a reality."
Poul's interest was immediately piqued. "That's an incredible opportunity, but we have to discuss it once you are back here in Pittsburgh. As you can see, we are still getting flooded with orders from Europe in our Arms Manufacturing enterprise. The Crimean War is still ongoing with no signs of ending anytime soon."
"Well isn't that good? The longer the war the merrier the money we make," Jonathan replied, his tone shifting to a more serious one. "But you're right, Poul. We need to make sure we're keeping our current businesses running smoothly while exploring new opportunities. I'll be back in Pittsburgh soon, and we can discuss the New York metro project in detail."
"Sounds like a plan, Jonathan," Poul agreed. "And congratulations again on your evening with Caroline. I'm glad to see you so happy."
"Thank you, Poul. I appreciate your support," Jonathan said, smiling. "I'll see you soon. Take care."
With that, Jonathan hung up the phone.
***
Six days later, Jonathan arrived at the Loreal store and browsed the items displayed on the shelves. There were new assortments of shampoos and tubes of toothpaste, and soaps of every color and fragrance imaginable.
"I guess we'll have to order a bulk soon," he muttered under his breath. A thought came to mind as the stocks of their personal care products. It was truly a gift from God that Caroline descended into this world with her modern chemical engineering knowledge and expertise. Without her, people would smell like crap.
Speaking of Caroline, Jonathan received a call that she is making her final decision about the two million dollar investment. He knows she will invest, there's no way she will not as she will lose a copious amount of money if she did.
Despite their millions, Poul and Jonathan's funds weren't enough to fund an electric company. The money they earned from their enterprises is reinvested back into the enterprises that made them ensure high-quality products and fund its research and development program.
While browsing the store, Jonathan suddenly felt someone's hands gently covering his eyes.
"Guess who?" a female voice playfully whispered from behind him.
Jonathan's heart leaped in his chest, instantly recognizing the voice that had captured his heart.
"Caroline, is that you?" he asked with a playful grin, already knowing the answer.
Caroline removed her hands from his eyes, and Jonathan turned around to face her, his smile broadening as he took in her radiant beauty.
"You know me too well," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Jonathan couldn't help but admire her stunning beauty. As his eyes scanned her face, they lingered on her lips for a moment, causing him to blush as memories of their passionate kiss from six days ago flooded his mind.
Caroline let out an amused grin, seeing how Jonathan is affected by her presence.
"Well, Mr. Jonathan, it seems you're quite smitten," she said playfully, her eyes dancing with mischief.
Jonathan chuckled, regaining his composure. "Guilty as charged," he admitted. "So, have you made your decision regarding the investment?"
Caroline's expression turned serious as she nodded.
"Yes, I have. After carefully reviewing the documents and considering the potential benefits, I've decided to invest two million dollars in the electric company. I believe it's a worthy venture, and I have confidence in our ability to make it a success. I also came up with a list of clients from different states who might be interested in cost-effective electric distribution systems."
"Really? That's great, I would love to see it soon. Oh, and about the metro station, Poul is leaning towards taking on the project," Jonathan informed.
"Well, I will give you the contact details of the New York Board of Transportation if you two have fully made your decision," Caroline said, then an awkward silence fell between the two.
"What's wrong, Caroline?" Jonathan asked.
"Can you come with me, for a moment?" Caroline asked, before suddenly grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the fitting room at the back of the store.
Jonathan's heart raced as he allowed her to lead him through the store, curiosity and excitement coursing through him. Once inside the fitting room, Caroline took a bold initiative, gently pressing him against the wall. She then rose up onto her toes, her lips tenderly meeting him in a deep and passionate kiss that enveloped them both.
Caught off guard by the intensity of the moment, Jonathan hesitated for a second before he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. Their lips moved in harmony as if drawn together by an irresistible force that neither of them could deny. As they finally broke apart, both breathless from the intensity of their shared passion, Jonathan looked into Caroline's eyes, searching for an explanation.
"Why, Caroline?" he asked.
Caroline gazed back at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "I just couldn't contain it any longer," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "Every time I'm near you, I feel this overwhelming desire to be close to you, to feel your touch, to share these moments with you. I couldn't hold back any longer."
Jonathan grinned and teased. "Now who is the bold one?"
Caroline blushed, a playful smile gracing her lips. "I guess we both have our moments of boldness," she conceded, her eyes never leaving his.
Jonathan's heart swelled with emotion, and he tenderly cupped her face in his hands and stared at it for a moment.
"Jonathan..?" Caroline uttered but was ignored.
"This is your fault, Caroline," Jonathan said before making another move. Instead of the lips, he went for the neck, sucking it and gently nibbling on her soft skin. Caroline gasped at the unexpected sensation, her breath hitching as a shiver ran down her spine.
"Jonathan," she whispered, her voice shaky with desire. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as she tried to steady herself.
He paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to gauge her reaction.
"Is this okay?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.
Caroline nodded, her eyes filled with longing. "Yes," she breathed, "please, don't stop."
Emboldened by her affirmation, Jonathan continued to shower her neck with tender kisses, feeling her body respond to his touch. The desire that had been building between them for so long now threatened to consume them both.
Feeling the intensity of the moment, Jonathan's hand made its way down its way down to the hem of Caroline's blouse, his fingers trailing along her smooth skin. Without breaking their kiss, he began to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Caroline moaned softly as his hands roamed over her curves, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Jonathan's lips left her neck and traveled down to her chest, his tongue teasing and flicking over her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Caroline arched her back, pressing herself closer to him as she gasped for breath.
They were lost in a haze of desire, and the world around them disappeared as they gave in to their passion completely. It wasn't until they heard a knock on the door of the fitting room that they broke apart, their hearts pounding with excitement and fear.
"Excuse me, is everything okay in there?" a store employee inquired.
"Michelle, is that you?" Caroline asked.
"Lady Dupont? Yes it is me, is everything alright inside? I heard noises."
"Everything is alright, why don't you go now?" Caroline asked.
"Yes, milady."
Inside the fitting room, Caroline buttoned her blouse and heaved a sigh.
"That was close," Caroline said.
Jonathan clicked his tongue. "Just when we are getting to the exciting part,"
Caroline rolled her eyes playfully, a mischievous smile on her lips.
"Well, I suppose we'll just have to find a more appropriate time and place for our... explorations," she teased,
Jonathan grinned, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.
"I couldn't agree more," he said, as he adjusted his own clothing and took a deep breath, still reeling from their passionate encounter.
