Page 16 of Wicked Player
My gaze darts around the white space. “Well, I could definitely do worse. This is a pretty nice room, and it's full of candy, so who am I to complain?”
“Yes,” he says, leaning closer to me. "If you want to see the other room, you'll just have to come for another night, and hope that you get chosen again.”
“Oh, you're so cocky. You just assume that I would want to come again.”
“Of course I do because… curiosity. You desperately want to see the other room, don’t you?”
“Well, what if I go run in there right now?"
He smiles. “You don’t know the secret code.”
Yes, when he opened this room, it was with a code. I shoot him a sly smile. “You could share it with me.”
He smiles wide. “Sorry… my lips are sealed.”
I shrug and lean my head against the headboard, feeling a bit dizzy. The room is spinning a little, and I know it’s the alcohol and drugs. “What exactly do you get out of these evenings?” I really want to know.
“Fun,” he says. “It’s that simple.”
“But that's pretty expensive fun,” I say. “I did the math, and it costs you twelve thousand dollars just for the guest list.”
He laughs. Well, I can afford it, little Miss Accountant.”
“I'm sure you can, but why pay women to be here? I'm sure they'd gladly be here for free.”
“Well, that's the thing… if I pay them, they are indebted to me in some way. They want to do well, to please me.”
I can’t believe the words coming out of his beautiful mouth. “Oh, so it's like that.”
A long silence divides us, and then I finally speak again. “I guess it’s a dominance thing. I thought you said you weren’t a Dom.”
“Well, I suppose I am a bit. I like to be in control… my house, my rules, my guest list.”
“Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I am not a submissive type.”
He smiles. “I can see that. You're quite snarky, too snarky to be submissive, too fierce. That’s what I like about you, the fact that you’re fierce.”
I’m flattered despite myself. The man is such a charmer. “I’m not sure anyone has ever used that term to describe me before.”
“Well, it fits.”
I smile, without words.
“I also like to contribute to these women’s lives. A lot of them are strapped for cash. They’re paying for college, or saving up for a house or a car. One of them is taking care of her ailing mother. I don’t need the extra money, but they certainly do.”
“Who knew you were such a philanthropist,” I say, my words laced with sarcasm.
He smiles.
“Why did you choose me?”
He studies me for a long time, not answering my question, apparently not planning to address it at all. He inches closer and leans in. My heart kickstarts right into overdrive.
He presses his hot mouth against my cheek, and I stay still like a statue, too shocked to move. He drops soft kisses onto my skin as his mouth travels slowly from my neck, around my shoulder, down my arm. I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation.
He stretches on the bed, not breaking stride. His mouth makes its way down my thigh, and back up again as he lifts the hem of my dress slowly. I let him because I love every second if it. He is so good at this. And this doesn’t surprise me in the least.
