Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) by Phoenix Daniels Page B

no more. When they were properly satiated, Gianni held Natasha
close, and she eventually fell into a deep slumber.
     

Chapter 13
NATASHA
    Natasha’s full bladder commanded her to wake up. She slowly
opened her eyes and was instantly attacked by the sun shining through the
window. Natasha rolled over to escape the blinding rays and discovered that she
was alone in Gianni’s massive bed. She looked around the room, but no Gianni.
Natasha climbed out of bed and walked over to the double doors and entered an
enormous bathroom. But she didn’t have time to admire it because she
desperately needed to pee.
    After doing her business, Natasha
walked over to the vanity to wash her hands. There was a new toothbrush on top
of a washcloth that she assumed was left for her. After freshening up, Natasha
attempted to tame her unruly curls. She gave up and threw it back in a bun.
Natasha walked into the bedroom, but still no Gianni. Assuming he was upstairs,
she gathered her clothing and got dressed. She made her way up the stairs and
looked around, amazed by how different Gianni’s home looked in daylight. The
sun shone through the window and instead of a sexy dungeon, it appeared chic
and modern. Natasha heard sounds coming from another room. She rounded a
corner, in search of the source, and ended up in the kitchen. But instead of
Gianni, a woman was standing over the sink.
    “Good morning, Miss Walker,” she said
in a French accent, without turning around.
    She must have heard Natasha enter the
room. She looked to be in her late forties or early fifties. She was wearing a
sleek black pantsuit and conservative black heels.
    “Good morning,” Natasha responded.
    She was a little embarrassed that the
matronly woman was aware that she’d spent the night. The woman turned to
Natasha, branding a warm beautiful smile, before walking over to a coffee pot.
She poured a cup and asked, “How do you take it?”
    “Black and very sweet. Thank you.”
    She added sugar and handed Natasha
the cup.
     “I’m Selene, Gianni’s personal
assistant. Would you like some breakfast?”
    “No thank you, Miss Selene, but I
would like to know where Gianni is.”
    The woman nodded and fixed her own
cup of coffee before saying,” I’m sorry, Miss Walker, but he had to return to
Paris. There was a business issue.”
    Natasha was floored. Could she have
been that bad in bed? Gianni had slept with her and caught the next thing
smoking out of Chicago. Suddenly, she didn’t want coffee, breakfast, or
anything else. She just wanted to get the hell out of Gianni’s house. She was
disgusted, not just with Gianni, but with herself. She’d finally let go and
given into her desire only to have Gianni use her and then flee the country.
    Setting the cup down, Natasha excused
herself. “Thank you, Miss Selene, but I have to go.”
    Natasha turned and walked out of
Gianni’s kitchen. She couldn’t believe that he could sleep with her and leave
before she woke. Tears welled in her eyes and attempted to fall.
    Selene caught her before she could
reach the elevator.
    “Miss Walker.” She called out. “Mr.
Storm really did have to go. I’m sure that he just didn’t want to wake you,”
she said sympathetically.
    Natasha didn’t want to be rude, but
Selene was his employee, she would say whatever Gianni told her to say.
    “Mr. Storm said that he’d call you
when he landed. He commissioned a car to take you home.”
    “Thank you, Miss Selene.” Natasha
responded, trying to keep her tears from falling from her eyes.
    She entered the elevator and pushed
the button for the lobby. Once the doors closed, Natasha allowed her tears to
fall. When the elevator reached the lobby, she wiped her face, held her head
high, and walked toward the doors. A security guard approached Natasha. He was
a tall, bulking, handsome Black man with a sweet, sincere smile.
    “Miss Walker, there’s a car waiting
for you in front.”
    “I’m fine. I’ll catch a cab,”