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Is that so? I thought Friday nights were perfect. Certainly enough to see you through, given the way you looked when you left the hotel this morning.‘This fuckin’ morning,’ I grumble, my thumbs striking my phone.
I’m not having sex today, comes her reply.Just pointing out the industry I work in.
The bastard gets up from his chair as I hit send on another text. And another. And another. Okay, I bombard her with fucking series of them.
You’re sure you’re working?
You’re not, say, sat in a hotel bar?
Drinking wine
Talking to some nerd
In a pink sweater
A nerd who wouldn’t know the first fucking thing to do with you
It’s not what it looks like, she responds.
Look at me, I demand.Turn around and look at me.
And she does turn, though slowly. Her expression? I can’t make it out.
Your date is on his way back to the table, and the man who’s fucking you wants to know what the hell is going on
Please understand, this isn’t what it looks like, comes her reply.Give me five minutes.
Within four, she’s gathering her large purse, her cardigan, and her phone, all without looking at me. She straightens and turns, walking into the reception of the hotel, not the door that leads out into the street.
‘I’ve got shite to do,’ I say, pushing my chair back. If either of my companions have questions, they aren’t asking them.
As I walk toward her, her stiff posture and my mood pulling all kind of reactions from me. Still, I can’t help but stare at her arse, my mind filled with inappropriate filth. And it’sbeautiful.My thoughts. Her arse. All of it.I want to bite it. Spank it. Spread the cheeks apart and slam myself home.
She reaches the bottom of the grand staircase, and without turning to see if I’m following, she begins climbing the stairs. I come up behind her at the same sedate pace, my feet placed where her feet have been, my hands trailing up the banister.
From several steps behind her, I watch how her tight pencil skirt hugs her in all the right places. Over the twin rounds of her arse and her hips, it slides over her firm thighs, opening in a small split at the back of her knee. The high heels of her shoes tauten the muscles of her calves, and with each step she takes, I get the flash of a red sole.
I’m gonna make her keep her shoes on next time. My dick inside her, I’ll prop her foot against my shoulder and my teeth against her ankle. Because there will be a next time. I need to lock this shit down.
At the top of the staircase, she turns, but this time, she can’t resist looking back. Her countenance is flushed. She looks excited. And then over her shoulder, she smiles.
Game fucking on.
Chapter 19
PAISLEY
What’s on the cards for trouble today, Trouble?It’s past four o’clock, and I’m at the hotel when my phone dings with Keir’s text.
No ballet classes and ice cream afternoons for this girl, I type out, referencing his plans for the day.I’ve stopped by to help Chastity. With work.
It’s definitely a statement that wouldn’t stand up in court. I may have shown up at the hotel under the impression Chastity needed my help, but the reality turned out to be something else.
‘Have you lived in the UK for very long?’ Troy asks. Yes,thatTroy. In the flesh. Not in the movie or even Iliad Troy, but the one Chas mentioned just this morning.Justthis morning. The sly beast. She didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed about railroading me into meeting him. Just introduced us at the bar before turning tail and getting the hell out of the place.
And I have a lot to say about that. But in the meantime, it looks like I’m having a drink. With Troy. While talking to Keir via text.
‘I’ve lived over here for more than two years.’
