delectable. Don’t say a word. Let me escort you to the dinner tonight and we will see what happens.”
“Dinner?” Why is my mind so many beats behind? Catch up!
“Yes, dinner. We all need to eat.” He winks and his lopsided, panty busting grin leaves me no choice. I would gladly let him to take me anywhere, no questions and no clothing necessary. He is like a controlled substance, slowly building in my veins, a lingering high that keeps my mind high above reality. The pain that this man must cause will surely be exquisite, the implied ecstasy worth every moment of impending agony.
Chapter 7
We arrive back at the hotel just as the sky begins to blush, the sun going down, hovering on her horizon, teasing the edges of the day. The elevator ride is quiet and charged, like two teenagers shy and anxious, anticipation stretched between us, quieting the verbal back and forth. Rhys is careful not to touch me, his hands firmly in his pockets. He just grins and winks as the car comes to rest on the sixteenth floor. I turn to him before I exit the elevator. Holding the door open he backs me against the wall and leans in. Flecks of gold sparkle in his eyes, captivating my attention, his breathing is even and controlled, his face soft.
“I will be down in two hours to collect you. Think about it.” He softly brushes a rogue curl from my face, the back of his fingers leaving a trail of heat across my cheek. He pulls his arm back and retreats into the elevator, the doors closing on his crooked smile and my frozen form. How could I not think about it, his tongue and lips all over my body? My aching skin, begging for his attention, whimpering, begging , it is all I can think about.
A cold shower, a good all over buffing, and I am alert and excited, yet completely unprepared. Rhys ’ mysterious draconian offer swims through the muck that has mired my mind for longer than I can remember. His offer rings on high, louder than any other thought in my head. The echoes of his silky voice drown out my questions and doubt. I rub at my scalp with a fluffy white towel when I hear a knock on the door. My heart takes off and I search for a clock. How long was I in the shower?
“Sophie, are you here?” Olivia’s voice crosses the door as she knocks again. I let her in and she makes herself comfortable on the bed, watching me towel my hair and lay out my clothing for the evening.
“Sophie, I am so sorry we haven’t had more time together. I miss you.” A pout on her full lips makes me grin. Her pout is potent and practically irresistible.
“ Liv, it is fine. I have kept busy. I am really sorry for ducking out on the festivities last night. It was getting a little too hot in there.”
“Oh . Please. I’m sure it got much worse after I left. Fortunately, Matthew showed up and swept me away. Some of those girls are wild, to say the least, fuzzy boundaries and all that sort of stuff.” She waves her hand about, dismissing the ‘stuff’ like yesterday’s news. My curiosity is peaked, what is the ‘stuff’?
“I tried texting you after we picked up my parents. Where have you been all day?” I flash back to my phone in pieces on Rhys ’ desk. Shit!
“I was with Rhys.” I peek out from under the towel to read a shocked face.
“What?”
“Is that so strange?” It stings to hear my own doubt reflected back through her shock. Olivia bounds from the bed and has her arms around me in a moment, pulling me into a hug.
“Oh , sweetie, it’s not. It’s just that Matthew said there was some emergency that took him from the bachelor party. He was supposed to go back to New York last night. I thought he would be gone until tomorrow.”
“Well, he was here last night.” Liv releases me and fiddles with my party clothes, fluffing the skirt and smoothing the shiny taffeta. I chose the outfit in her honor, a pale green taffeta skirt with a high waist and pockets (a must) and a tiny white
“Dinner?” Why is my mind so many beats behind? Catch up!
“Yes, dinner. We all need to eat.” He winks and his lopsided, panty busting grin leaves me no choice. I would gladly let him to take me anywhere, no questions and no clothing necessary. He is like a controlled substance, slowly building in my veins, a lingering high that keeps my mind high above reality. The pain that this man must cause will surely be exquisite, the implied ecstasy worth every moment of impending agony.
Chapter 7
We arrive back at the hotel just as the sky begins to blush, the sun going down, hovering on her horizon, teasing the edges of the day. The elevator ride is quiet and charged, like two teenagers shy and anxious, anticipation stretched between us, quieting the verbal back and forth. Rhys is careful not to touch me, his hands firmly in his pockets. He just grins and winks as the car comes to rest on the sixteenth floor. I turn to him before I exit the elevator. Holding the door open he backs me against the wall and leans in. Flecks of gold sparkle in his eyes, captivating my attention, his breathing is even and controlled, his face soft.
“I will be down in two hours to collect you. Think about it.” He softly brushes a rogue curl from my face, the back of his fingers leaving a trail of heat across my cheek. He pulls his arm back and retreats into the elevator, the doors closing on his crooked smile and my frozen form. How could I not think about it, his tongue and lips all over my body? My aching skin, begging for his attention, whimpering, begging , it is all I can think about.
A cold shower, a good all over buffing, and I am alert and excited, yet completely unprepared. Rhys ’ mysterious draconian offer swims through the muck that has mired my mind for longer than I can remember. His offer rings on high, louder than any other thought in my head. The echoes of his silky voice drown out my questions and doubt. I rub at my scalp with a fluffy white towel when I hear a knock on the door. My heart takes off and I search for a clock. How long was I in the shower?
“Sophie, are you here?” Olivia’s voice crosses the door as she knocks again. I let her in and she makes herself comfortable on the bed, watching me towel my hair and lay out my clothing for the evening.
“Sophie, I am so sorry we haven’t had more time together. I miss you.” A pout on her full lips makes me grin. Her pout is potent and practically irresistible.
“ Liv, it is fine. I have kept busy. I am really sorry for ducking out on the festivities last night. It was getting a little too hot in there.”
“Oh . Please. I’m sure it got much worse after I left. Fortunately, Matthew showed up and swept me away. Some of those girls are wild, to say the least, fuzzy boundaries and all that sort of stuff.” She waves her hand about, dismissing the ‘stuff’ like yesterday’s news. My curiosity is peaked, what is the ‘stuff’?
“I tried texting you after we picked up my parents. Where have you been all day?” I flash back to my phone in pieces on Rhys ’ desk. Shit!
“I was with Rhys.” I peek out from under the towel to read a shocked face.
“What?”
“Is that so strange?” It stings to hear my own doubt reflected back through her shock. Olivia bounds from the bed and has her arms around me in a moment, pulling me into a hug.
“Oh , sweetie, it’s not. It’s just that Matthew said there was some emergency that took him from the bachelor party. He was supposed to go back to New York last night. I thought he would be gone until tomorrow.”
“Well, he was here last night.” Liv releases me and fiddles with my party clothes, fluffing the skirt and smoothing the shiny taffeta. I chose the outfit in her honor, a pale green taffeta skirt with a high waist and pockets (a must) and a tiny white
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