you sure you don’t want to give my security a show. We could just—”
Charli looked up, and on her lips was the first smile I’d seen all morning. My heart stuttered. The honest pleasure made her eyes light like golden reflections from the crowned jewels.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “You’re in socks.”
“How very perceptive of you.” I couldn’t help but send her words back at her.
She stifled a laugh. “That’s why your security is coming here. You don’t have shoes to wear.”
“I’m glad you find this humorous.”
She shook her head. “I-I do.”
“Go answer the door.”
Her expression turned suddenly sober as she looked down at the robe. “But, Nox, I’m not decent.”
“You’re also not bent over the sofa, but it can be arranged.”
“They’ll know…”
“That you spent the night with me,” I said, finishing her sentence. “My security will know that I fucked you?”
Another knock came from the door.
“Yes,” she answered, pink filling her cheeks.
“Door or sofa? They can know it or see it. Your choice.”
Charli pulled the lapels together, attempted to smooth her long hair, and tightened the robe’s sash as she walked toward the door. After a glance though the peephole, she turned back my direction, her expression confused. “It’s Mrs. Witt. I thought you said it was security?”
“Open the door, Charli.”
ASSHOLE!
If I weren’t afraid that Nox would follow through on the sofa threat, I would’ve told him to shove it up his ass. But since yesterday afternoon, I wasn’t sure of anything. Taking a deep breath, I pretended I wasn’t wearing a robe and reeking of sex, plastered a confident smile to my face, and opened the door.
“Mrs. Witt,” I said, waving toward the suite. “It’s nice to see you again. Come in.”
In her closed-lip smile, I read the judgment she wasn’t voicing. In her eyes I was taking the walk of shame, even though I hadn’t left the suite.
“Miss Collins, nice to see you again.”
I reached for the bag she was carrying. “Would you like me to take that? I assume it’s for No—Mr. Demetri?”
Her lips turned upward as she presented the handles of the paper bag my direction and looked toward Nox. “Yes, I was told there was an unfortunate mishap with his shoes.”
“Yes,” his deep voice came from behind me as his warm breath tickled my neck. “I believe it was a puddle or something.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Witt replied. “I don’t remember it raining.”
I craned my neck backward. In Nox’s pale eyes was the smirk of amusement I’d missed. I didn’t know who Mrs. Witt was or why he referred to this woman as security , but whoever she was, it was clear they shared a comfortable relationship.
I took a step back as Mrs. Witt came farther into the suite, and Nox shut the door.
“If you two will excuse me, I need to—” I began as I handed Nox the bag, ready to make my way back to the bedroom. A shower was in order.
“No,” Nox interrupted.
I tilted my head. “No?”
He sat on the sofa, opened the bag, and removed a shoebox.
Where and how did she buy him new shoes at six-thirty in the morning?
As I pondered that question, Mrs. Witt sat on the edge of one of the chairs, and Nox spoke, “I’m on my way out. Charli, you remember Mrs. Witt?”
His perceptiveness was astounding. I just decided not to point that out once again. Instead, I nodded and smiled her direction. “Yes.”
“Deloris,” she corrected. “Call me Deloris. Now, is it Alexandria, Alex, or Charli?”
I narrowed my eyes, wondering how she knew so much about me. “My legal name is Alexandria. However, I prefer Alex. Charli is… well, it’s a nickname.” Though I’d only been Charli for one week of my life, even now I liked hearing it from Nox. I preferred it to Miss Collins .
Nox stood, his shiny new loafers in place. “Deloris, I’ll speak to you later. Charli, remember everything we discussed.”
Still standing, my
Charli looked up, and on her lips was the first smile I’d seen all morning. My heart stuttered. The honest pleasure made her eyes light like golden reflections from the crowned jewels.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “You’re in socks.”
“How very perceptive of you.” I couldn’t help but send her words back at her.
She stifled a laugh. “That’s why your security is coming here. You don’t have shoes to wear.”
“I’m glad you find this humorous.”
She shook her head. “I-I do.”
“Go answer the door.”
Her expression turned suddenly sober as she looked down at the robe. “But, Nox, I’m not decent.”
“You’re also not bent over the sofa, but it can be arranged.”
“They’ll know…”
“That you spent the night with me,” I said, finishing her sentence. “My security will know that I fucked you?”
Another knock came from the door.
“Yes,” she answered, pink filling her cheeks.
“Door or sofa? They can know it or see it. Your choice.”
Charli pulled the lapels together, attempted to smooth her long hair, and tightened the robe’s sash as she walked toward the door. After a glance though the peephole, she turned back my direction, her expression confused. “It’s Mrs. Witt. I thought you said it was security?”
“Open the door, Charli.”
ASSHOLE!
If I weren’t afraid that Nox would follow through on the sofa threat, I would’ve told him to shove it up his ass. But since yesterday afternoon, I wasn’t sure of anything. Taking a deep breath, I pretended I wasn’t wearing a robe and reeking of sex, plastered a confident smile to my face, and opened the door.
“Mrs. Witt,” I said, waving toward the suite. “It’s nice to see you again. Come in.”
In her closed-lip smile, I read the judgment she wasn’t voicing. In her eyes I was taking the walk of shame, even though I hadn’t left the suite.
“Miss Collins, nice to see you again.”
I reached for the bag she was carrying. “Would you like me to take that? I assume it’s for No—Mr. Demetri?”
Her lips turned upward as she presented the handles of the paper bag my direction and looked toward Nox. “Yes, I was told there was an unfortunate mishap with his shoes.”
“Yes,” his deep voice came from behind me as his warm breath tickled my neck. “I believe it was a puddle or something.”
“Oh,” Mrs. Witt replied. “I don’t remember it raining.”
I craned my neck backward. In Nox’s pale eyes was the smirk of amusement I’d missed. I didn’t know who Mrs. Witt was or why he referred to this woman as security , but whoever she was, it was clear they shared a comfortable relationship.
I took a step back as Mrs. Witt came farther into the suite, and Nox shut the door.
“If you two will excuse me, I need to—” I began as I handed Nox the bag, ready to make my way back to the bedroom. A shower was in order.
“No,” Nox interrupted.
I tilted my head. “No?”
He sat on the sofa, opened the bag, and removed a shoebox.
Where and how did she buy him new shoes at six-thirty in the morning?
As I pondered that question, Mrs. Witt sat on the edge of one of the chairs, and Nox spoke, “I’m on my way out. Charli, you remember Mrs. Witt?”
His perceptiveness was astounding. I just decided not to point that out once again. Instead, I nodded and smiled her direction. “Yes.”
“Deloris,” she corrected. “Call me Deloris. Now, is it Alexandria, Alex, or Charli?”
I narrowed my eyes, wondering how she knew so much about me. “My legal name is Alexandria. However, I prefer Alex. Charli is… well, it’s a nickname.” Though I’d only been Charli for one week of my life, even now I liked hearing it from Nox. I preferred it to Miss Collins .
Nox stood, his shiny new loafers in place. “Deloris, I’ll speak to you later. Charli, remember everything we discussed.”
Still standing, my
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