Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I stood under a warm shower. My mind felt numb. I couldn’t think. Afterwards, I towel dried myself and slipped into a fluffy white bathrobe before I ventured out into the suite. He was nowhere to be seen, but there was a message for me on the table.
Dress up. We’re going out for dinner
Max
I blow-dried my hair and got into the dress I’d chosen so carefully for this trip. It was long and simple, but it had a plunging back that went all the way down to my waist. As I was applying lipstick, I heard him enter the suite. He came and stood behind me. I had to marvel at how breathtakingly handsome he looked.
He stared at my reflection with unsmiling eyes, but that vicious fury was absent. I didn’t know where it had come from and I didn’t know where it had departed to, but I was glad it was gone.
His fingers brushed the naked skin on my back and I shivered.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured.
I felt myself blush. “Thank you.”
“But something’s missing.”
I frowned. He dipped his hand into his jacket pocket and fished out a necklace with blue jewels. His fingers brushed the back of my neck as he fastened it. “That’s better.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he shook his head. “If you don’t want it, give it away or bin it, I don’t care.”
I reached up and touched the beautiful stones. It was obviously a very expensive piece. Had I just become his mistress? A week ago, I would have reacted angrily, been insulted even. How dare anyone treat me as if I could be bought with a few trinkets, but it seemed as if he had a free pass with me. He could get away with anything. I realized I could be his mistress. If he asked, I would say yes.
“Ready to go?”
I took a deep breath and nodded.
One thing for sure, no matter what happened after this, as long as I lived, I would never forget this weekend away with him.
As we walked across the foyer, his phone rang. “Excuse me a minute,” he said and moved away to take the call. My stomach clenched. If it was work, why did he move away? It must be a woman? But would he really care about how I felt if it was another woman? He wouldn’t. It bothered me, but I pretended a nonchalance I did not feel and carried on walking.
“Hey, it is you, isn’t it?” a man’s voice called from behind me.
I turned around and didn’t recognize him. He was an overweight man in his mid-forties. He looked like one of those salespeople who roamed the country selling their wares.
“Sorry,” I said politely.
He leaned closer, his dark eyes knowing and lascivious. “I saw you at the window. You were getting fucked…”
He wanted to embarrass me, but I felt no shame. Not one shred of it. I regarded him calmly. “Yeah?”
He licked his lips, a vulgar gesture. “Yeah. I haven’t seen a woman get fucked like that in a long, long time. I mean, he really destroyed you. How much do you charge?”
My voice was cold. “You can’t afford me, but if you have nothing better to do later tonight, you can look out of your window and see me get fucked like that again.”
His eyes bulged. “Look, why don’t you come around to my room, after he’s done with you? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
I took a leaf out of Mrs. Frost’s book and let my gaze travel disdainfully down the length of his obese body before I brought it back to his eyes. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to pass.”
I turned away from him and continued walking towards the restaurant.
“If you change your mind, I’m in room 716.”
“What did he want?” Max asked, falling into step next to me.
“He wanted me to know he saw me at the window.”
Max stopped abruptly. “What did you say?”
I stopped too and looked at him. There was a strange expression in his eyes. They were so hostile they were scary. “I told him to look out of his window later this evening if he wanted to see me get fucked like that again.”
He scowled. “You told him that?”
I nodded and carried on walking.
He caught up with me and we walked in silence. Once we were seated, and the food was ordered, Max leaned back against his chair. I looked at him probingly. There was something almost indolent about him, but it was fake. He was actually tense. He tapped his fingers on the white table cloth and said invitingly, “Tell me about your day. I want to know exactly what you got up to.”
I was amazed. Other than sexually he’d never shown the slightest bit of interest in the mundane things I got up to. But the attention must have been real because when a waiter came by with the bottle of Petrus 1995, he was so irritated with the interruption, he very nearly swatted the poor guy away like a fly even before he had even properly filled our glasses.