Chapter 5 Stockings

Marlie ultimately departed amidst tears.

Randy then announced, "Lillian, with Marlie gone, you're now the lobby manager of Breezy Hotel."

Lillian's face brightened with joy. "I appreciate it, Randy. And my thanks to you, Mr. Stanfield!" She took a moment before continuing, "Your support was invaluable in clearing my name. I'm not sure what I would have done without you."

Randy, appearing slightly uncomfortable, said, "Well... I must apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Stanfield. Regarding the fifty thousand, you need not worry about it; I will add it back to your VIP account shortly."

In Aylbupool, having a million to spend was one thing, but to willingly invest such an amount in a hotel's services was quite rare.

Randy understood the importance of treating such a distinguished VIP with extra care.

Tristan acknowledged this with a nod, and then looked toward Lillian. He hesitated before asking, "Um... Miss Perez, this is my first time dining at Breezy Hotel, and I'm not quite sure what to order. If you don't mind, could you offer some suggestions? Also, I'd like to extend an invitation for you to join me for a meal."

Inviting Lillian, a stranger yet strikingly attractive woman, made Tristan slightly anxious. He hoped he hadn't overstepped.

Visiting a place as upscale as Breezy Hotel for the first time left him feeling out of his element, concerned about making a misstep. Having someone from the staff guide him would undoubtedly ease his mind.

Lillian paused briefly, and then agreed, "Of course. It would be my pleasure to assist. This way, please."

She led Tristan to an exclusive private dining room, her smile never fading.

Lillian regarded Tristan favorably, recognizing him as a young, affluent man who had acted nobly in her defense.

She was clearly impressed by his gesture.

Intentionally, she handed her work phone number to Tristan, enabling him to make reservations whenever he required services at Breezy Hotel.

"Let me get the door for you."

As they approached the private room, Lillian moved eagerly toward the mahogany door.

Perhaps overwhelmed by her excitement, she momentarily lost her balance as she prepared to open the door, her high heels causing her to stumble.

"Ah!" she cried out, falling to the floor.

"Are you alright?" Tristan had rushed to help. But despite his quick reaction, he couldn't reach her in time to prevent her fall.

"I... I'm okay!" Lillian insisted, trying to muster a brave front as she bit her lip and made an effort to get up.

"Ouch..." Just as she tried to stand, a sudden sharp pain in her ankle caused her to inhale sharply.

She collapsed back to the floor, looking forlorn yet determined not to show her vulnerability. She fought back the urge to cry.

The fall caused her skirt to ride up, threatening to reveal her panties.

Her legs, encased in black stockings, folded beneath her, added an unintentional charm to her predicament.

"Watch out; your shoe is broken," Tristan warned, concerned she might stumble again.

He sighed and bent down to lift Lillian directly from the floor. "Where's the staff area? I'll carry you there."

Caught off guard, Lillian hesitated before directing, "Um, it's on the second floor."

Tristan holding her caused Lillian to feel a bit uneasy. She noticed her skirt had shifted once more and hastily adjusted it while her cheeks colored. "Um... Mr. Stanfield, I should be able to manage on my own... It seems a bit improper since you're a customer."

Tristan was accustomed to physical labor from his part-time jobs. He found it easy to support Lillian's slender figure.

He resisted the temptation to lower his head and admire the beauty in his arms, choosing instead to keep his gaze forward. After all, they had just met, and staring like that would be rude.

Tristan said, "Don't worry about it. It's not about who I am. I'm simply lending a hand. I believe anyone would do the same in this situation."

Upon hearing his words, Lillian ceased her resistance.

She observed that Tristan hadn't seized the opportunity to sneak a peek at her, which furthered her positive impression of him.

Tristan guided her to the staff lounge and helped her settle into a chair.

Just as Lillian was about to thank him, he noticed her ankle swelling.

"Your ankle's looking swollen; it seems quite serious," he observed with concern, crouching down. "I'll try massaging it, but it might hurt a bit. Just try to bear with it."

Before Lillian could voice her concerns, Tristan's hands were already gently pressing against her leg, the warmth from his touch spreading a slight discomfort through her.

Tristan experienced a brief pause in his breathing.

His hands made contact with her leg, grasping her slender ankle with ease.

The silky, smooth touch felt incredibly soft.

It was more erotic up close. The black silk stockings subtly showcased Lillian's smooth skin, adding a touch of allure.

With the recent fall, a hole had emerged in the stockings. Through the tear, Tristan caught a glimpse of her perfect skin underneath.

He instinctively placed his hand there, momentarily stunned by the velvety and smooth texture.

"Hmm..." Lillian let out a subdued moan, trembling as if electrified.

Instinctively, Tristan lifted his head, his gaze trailing up Lillian's slender legs.

The black stockings hugged her shapely thighs, while Lillian's soft and plump legs pressed against the chair's edge, creating a seductive curve. Tristan couldn't help but wonder if his fingers would sink into the soft flesh if he reached out and kneaded them.

And between Lillian's legs...

Lillian blushed deeply and hurriedly smoothed down her skirt, hiding what should stay private. "You..."

"Sorry. I assure you, I didn't see anything!" Tristan quickly responded, his tone unintentionally strained, as if suppressing an urge.

"There's a tear in your stockings."

Lillian, feeling a bit awkward, diverted her eyes and replied softly, "Yes, I see it. Please, be gentle."

Acknowledging her request with a nod, Tristan resumed the massage, focusing on easing the discomfort in her ankle.

Both Lillian and Tristan fell silent. Their nerves were growing more palpable by the moment.

Tristan even sensed a faint, pulsating vibration in his hands, reminiscent of a heartbeat.

He wondered, was it his own? or Lillian's? Perhaps both?

For Lillian, this close physical interaction was new, especially with someone she had only just met.

The gentle but firm massage seemed to blur the lines between professional assistance and personal contact.

Desires built up, ready to overthrow logic at any given time.

Lillian's body occasionally shook.

"Uh."

Out of nowhere, she released a soft, quivering moan.

All at once, she moved with force, her delicate, pretty leg escaping Tristan's grip.

Her body shook again, her chest straining against her shirt.

Seated, her cheeks pink, she crossed her legs and said with a shaky voice, "Mr. Stanfield. Enough... Please, no more. Thank you. I... I'm feeling a lot better now."

Lillian looked away, holding the hem of her skirt tightly, as if hiding something.

This new feeling made her heart race, her gaze unfocused.

Tristan, still kneeling, caught his breath, heavy from the moment.

He gazed at the side of Lillian's face, deep in thought.

Her response was overwhelming...

Could it be that she experienced an orgasm?

"Uh..." Tristan began, his voice rough and scratchy.

Looking down, Lillian's eyes accidentally met his.

Both quickly averted their eyes as if they had touched something hot.

The room filled with the sound of their labored breathing.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door to the lounge burst open.

Marlie walked in, her eyes red and puffy.

The seductive atmosphere in the room broke instantly.

Tristan, looking confused and then annoyed, said, "Marlie. Why are you here?"

Marlie let out a sharp snort. "It's none of your concern!"

Ignoring Tristan, she opened the locker without hesitation and retrieved her personal belongings.

Before departing, she gave Tristan a fierce glare.

"Just you wait! This isn't finished! I'll have Ellie deal with you!"

Tristan just shook his head. "Stupid! Ellie and I are done."

Marlie pretended not to listen. In her mind, Tristan was smitten with Ellie, and their breakup was just a temporary spat.

Marlie was convinced Tristan would soon desperately seek Ellie's forgiveness.

And when he did, she planned to make Tristan's life miserable.

After leaving Breezy Hotel, Marlie's first move was to call Ellie.

"Ellie, you need to watch Tristan. He's messed up my work! And now he's at Breezy Hotel, hitting on other women!"