Everyone is dressed in their top-notch designer clothes. When working for a company like this, that is all you dress in. It's the social norms of society. Not many complain about this fact. They all love to dress in dresses so tight you need to be cut out of them, the night after. As long as they look good, pain is welcomed. It wasn't that big of a loss. After wearing the dress to one event already gave it the title; out of season.

Only one girl stands out, most of the women there are wearing little black dresses. Very plain, ones you would see worn at funerals. When working for a company like this or office, there is hardly much time to socialize with people outside of work. This one girl is the newest tenant and now owns the second biggest office space, that has- the best view. She didn't have to fight for space, a family friend told her about it. One fat check and it was all hers. She never had to meet the man behind the gorgeous building.

So, most of these people have had lunch inns and dinners together. All except the girl in gold. She just transferred, to this office space, so she doesn't know the rules of these types of events. The invitation was delivered as a shock. Her palms are sweaty, as she confidently makes her way over, to the open bar. Every man that is there married or not has taken a few glances at her hourglass figure. Her dress is made of gold satin lace and gorgeous gold beads. A dress not even on the market yet. Most women took notice, their eyes traveling the same path their husbands did.

Scowls or looks of envy spread on their caked-in makeup faces. The girl in gold's makeup enhances her already beautiful face. Her almond-shaped eyes are dusted in a shimmery gold eye shadow and a thin black wing of eyeliner, on the outer corners of her eyes. Her lashes are long and her cheeks are stained a gorgeous peach color. Her plump lips are covered in a gloss that has specks of gold shimmers in them. Even though you can't see her shoes, they are priceless.

Not knowing anyone here scares her a bit.

She pushes her blonde curls out of her face.

"Martini- no make it Scotch on the rocks." The bartender's jaw drops. Never has a girl this magnificent ever glanced his way. A girl with this much money and class would never go for a guy just trying to make some cash for his mom and sister.

She gives him a wink and his cheeks turn the color of a rose. He spills a little but quickly wipes it up. Never does he look into her blue-green eyes they are almost like pools of temptation. She takes the drink and lays down a twenty. The rest of the cash, she has on her, is for a cab ride to her new home, which is across town.

Taking a swig, she scans the crowd for a promising person to become friends with. All of them look too smug and she finds herself at the bottom of the glass chewing on the ice. A few men have asked her to dance, but she ignores them. Getting called Blondie, or sweetheart isn't in her 'getting lucky with a guy playbook. You see she has never been into the thought of having a one-night stand, but after taking a pink pill, she is willing to cause a little damage. What could sleeping with one guy, while she was under the influence of a whole bottle of whiskey do? Her friends back home always told her to let loose and have some fun. This is her doing just that.

Something in the air catches the attention of the golden girl. Something that makes her press her legs together, bite her left cheek, and turn around. It is the smell of cinnamon and cedarwood. If he wasn't wearing a pressed suit, she could have sworn he was a lumberjack. He has big blue eyes, dark hair. Tree trunks for arms and she could swear, he was almost seven-foot tall. But with the current level of alcohol, Danny DeVito, if he were standing in front of her would probably morph into Lucifer Morningstar right, before her eyes.

He looks at her dress, noticing how gorgeous she is. He has never seen her before, so he thinks she is a daughter or a damsel, who escaped one of the men who work in the building. She notices his smoldering gaze and then she orders another scotch, this time no ice. She tilts her head back and in one swig it is gone. She stands ready to leave. This man's gaze and the scent are causing her sexual desire to spike. Only the Lord knows how much she wants to jump his bones. She grew up riding, she would have never thought that the thought of riding this man would cause her to have to get up and take care of herself. Thank a little pink thing in her purse she can have no consequences for her actions.

She stands up, ready to go. Just as she is about to escape his reach, she hears him say,

"Would you care to dance?" That stops her in her tracks. She turns and looks towards the extremely handsome man. Her heart picks up its pace.

"If those dimples were not so God damn sexy, I'd say no." He smiles, giving her the view that makes her heart pick up speed again. He takes her to the floor, she wipes her mouth a bit hoping she hasn't drooled.

"I will make sure, I thank my parents for that then." He laughs as they start to sway to whatever classical music is getting played. The conductor, that was there is on break so he had a remix ready so he could sneak away to the open bar.

"Where you from?" He asks, looking into her honey eyes.

"California," he shakes his head.

"Should have guessed."

He laughs, pulling her closer to his expensive suit and very muscular body.

"I can tell you are born and raised here, by that smirk." His face grows dark for a moment as he searches the crowd and finds his ex.

She was not supposed to be here, Maria faked it until she made it as a model. She was the one who held his heart and crushed it like it was a cracker. She was the cover of his magazine. He made her who she is and all she did was stomp on his heart. That was years ago though so he quickly looks at the girl in front of him. Her eyes are so gorgeous, he knows to never fall for eyes like her. There is trouble lurking in them, he can sense it. At the same time, he can sense a good heart, and this girl seems to have one hell of one. He inherited his grandmother's good intuition.

The crowd knew who he was, they keep glancing at them and snickering about the girl in gold.

"Tonight, I will call you Goldie. Tonight we can be two strangers." He announces causing her to giggle.

"Does that make you one of the three bears?" A low growl, of a laugh, escapes his lips. He drags her towards the front of the building and toward one of the exits.

"Would you like to go for a stroll?" She smiles, her heart begging her to say yes as his mind tells her no.

"Are you going to take me to the bear's house?" He grabs her and pulls her close, the warmth from his chest touches her breasts. She breathes in his intoxicating scent. Her eyes sparkle like crystals. The effects of alcohol already setting in. She is not drunk, the alcohol is just making the feelings, she is feeling more intense.

They quickly grab their coats the summer air is a little chilly. She shrugs her jacket on.

"Is the man who accompanied you going to be mad, if I steal you away for the night?" He asks as they walk in unison.

"No, I came alone. Mr?" She asks for his name and he quickly makes up one.

"Smith." She notices that his name is very generic. The guy has something he is hiding and she sort of wants to get to the bottom of it, but she would rather have a good time than bring her profession into this. Never mix business, if you want pleasure.

One night with this man will quench her thirst. You see, she has always had a high sex drive. She noticed it when she was in college practicing how to clean up messes, she made a few of her own.

Her ex-husband did not know of it, because he liked to take control. His pleasure always came first. She turned to take matters into her own hands with the help of adult films and websites.

She looks at him with her big doe-like eyes and asks.

"Your place or mine?" He smiles to himself and drags her to a taxi.

"Mine is closer." Their lips meet for the first time and they both savor the flavor of peppermint and some of the finest whiskey. The taxi driver says,

"No, sex in my car. Where are you two heading?" This taxi driver smells of old meat and cigarettes.

"Ah, two miles straight and then go right for about a mile. Drop us off at that bar. My house isn't too far from there." Smith places one of his rather large hands on Goldie's thighs. Her skin tingles at his touch. The cab driver looks at goldie and winks.

"How much does this girl charge?" He asks in a smug-like tone to Smith. Anger boils inside of her, he thinks she is some sort of tart.

Anger boils to the surface with Smith, but Smith decides to raise his voice a little instead of hitting the driver and potentially putting them in danger.

"She is my girl, not some skank I picked up on a corner. If your ass looked at anything other than her tits in the rearview mirror you'd see she is elegant and gorgeous. There is no price for her beauty!" The cab driver shuts up real quick.

"I'm sorry miss, this cab rides on me don't report me to my boss." Goldie decides to chime in now, her heart rate is racing when Smith said all those kind words. She is still half flabbergasted by him calling her his girl.

"We will not report you and pay if you take us to our destination and promise to never slut-shame another woman." He nods as Smith goes to whisper in her ear.

"You are so sweet, I bet you taste incredibly sweet." He looks at her almost asking with his eyes she nods. His strong hand runs up her thigh, he skims his hand on her silk underwear that is damp from all his little stunts.

"I can already feel your reaction. Just wait, we will be at my place soon." Smith's voice causes a pleasurable shiver to run through Goldie.

She turns and places her hand on his big strong arms. His arms flex at her touch. She tries her best to reach his ear. Her voice comes out soft and sweet.

"I bet you taste sweet as well." Her lips feather across his neck and Smith starts thinking about her mouth. Not only her mouth but what colored underwear will he get the pleasure of taking off of her. He sighs trying not to get too worked up. He doesn't want to walk home with a boner.

The rest of the cab ride is thick with silence. They don't further tease each other because they will be doing that soon enough. A lot of foreplay is in store for them. He wants to pleasure her in so many ways, he wants to use the rest of tonight and most of the morning having his way. He wants to taste her, touch her, and for some odd reason, he feels the need to take care of her. They get out of the cab and she starts following him.

"How far do you live?" She asks quite impatiently.

"Goldie, we will be there in ten minutes tops." They turn the corner to a nice Street. Full of shady warehouses a lot of them are huge the ones that Goldie least fears they start walking up to.

"This is my home." He says as they walk up to his front door. It's a nice four-story building, made of red bricks. It has a rather large alleyway and windows that are extremely big.

"This place is gorgeous." She looks at his home in awe. The inside looks like a million bucks. He smiles, he never shares this place with anyone. This is where he stays when he is working. He likes being close to the city, but still being on the outside. This is what he considers his safe house. No one other than his house staff and family knows about this place. He has two more homes, but he hasn't made it a habit to use them.

They walk in and see the big chandelier made of glass, blue and gold crystals that sparkle like diamonds.

As soon as they cross the threshold they are all over each other. He holds her close one hand tugging at her zipper, the other one cupping the side of her face.

She starts is unbuttoning his shirt and tugging at his tie. As soon as the dress drops to the floor a cold chill fills the room. They break apart as Smith takes off his shirt to reveal his muscles and strong abdomen, he closes the door and looks over at her in awe. Her gold bra-let holds her breasts in place. Her gold with black lace panties highlights her sun-kissed skin.

He then goes and swoops her up, he walks up to two flights of stairs. Her fingers danced across his chest as her feathers kiss across his neck. The pleasure, she gets from this is dampening her to the very core.

You could hear her soft moans. He then throws her on the large bed. He walks away, he then goes over to the bathroom, he sets out a towel and a shirt. While he is doing that Goldie takes off her bra. He just wants to make sure she is taken care of. She left her large purse on the bathroom counter. The purse held extra underwear and a pair of leggings, tennis shoes, for when her feet got tired, her phone, makeup wipes, some cash for a cab ride, some gum, and her lip gloss.

She lays sprawled across his bed. He glances at her a few times, he then leaps into the bed as if she was his prey. His lips attack her chilled flesh. He takes one of her breasts in his hand and continues to kiss every inch of her. She almost cries out when he gets close to her panties. He carefully slides off her underwear. She is so small, but everything about her seems just right. They sit up and then they both stand up. To keep her lips on his she has to stand on the tip of her toes while he leans down into her.

He then goes and wraps her legs around him, if it wasn't for his briefs it would be all skin on skin. Every touch sends an electrical wave through the level of ecstasy, that is going on. Excitement spreads through both of their bodies in waves.

Their bodies dance and intertwine all night, their hunger for each other can't be measured in rounds. Every orgasm is like a breath of fresh air. Everyone needs air and they need each other. Both of them taste each other and it's just as addictive as drugs feeding every aching need. Her legs are held down by his big hands. If it weren't for them holding her in place they would be shaking with pleasure. Her walls clench one more time before a white-hot release comes surging through her. Then, they both cry out from another mind-blowing orgasm, he can't seem to keep his lips off of hers, beads of sweat dance across their bodies, they both grow tired and the comfort, they feel makes them fall asleep in each other's arms.

These two strangers spend the rest of the night, needing to be wrapped around each other. The sparks make them feel a surge of warmth and home. They take comfort in this contact. This sex feels different, it feels like home, it feels right. Too bad goldie is going to have to do the walk of shame in the morning.