Perhaps, it’s the lingerie or how amazing it makes me feel.
I’ve never worn anything like this before.
It makes me feel sexy and alluring. The only disappointing thing is that Nicholas won’t be the first person to see me dressed in this.
When I knock on his door, I take a step back noting that familiar feeling I had every time I took something that didn’t belong to me.
It’s difficult to explain to someone who hasn’t ever done it, except to say that it feels dangerous and exciting at the same time.
Your breathing speeds up. Your pulse rate goes through the roof, but your hand remains still.
Calm.
Under control.
The man who answers isn’t who I expect. Even though Nicholas told me that he has killed before, I still assumed he would be kind of meek, small, maybe even bald and unattractive. This man is nothing like that. He’s tall, with broad shoulders, an expensive haircut, and a cut body.
Dressed in a tight white t-shirt, he gives me a young Marlo Brando vibe circa A Streetcar Named Desire. He even smells manly.
“Dallas Stone,” he says, looking me up and down.
“Abigail Sanders,” I say, giving him a strong handshake.
Touching his jaw and licking his lips, I can see that he likes the way I look. I let out a little sigh of relief and walk into the living room.
With his eyes burning holes in my ass, I look around the suite.
There’s a couch to one side and a small worktable on the far end.
The laptop sits squarely in the middle with the lid closed.
“Would you like a drink, Abigail?” Dallas asks.
“Yes, please, vodka with spritzer water and a wedge of lemon.”
Dallas goes over to the bar.
“Do you go by Abigail or Abby?” he asks, cutting the lemon.
“Abigail,” I say.
I practiced the name earlier in the car so that when I said it out loud it would come off as natural as my own name.
“What should I call you?”
“Dallas for now,” he says. “Mr. Stone later.”
I turn around to let him see my eyes light up.
My mouth forms a little smile.
The thing is that it’s not all an act. I’m strangely attracted to him.
Well, maybe there’s nothing strange about it.
He oozes sex and he knows it. There’s an arrogance to him in the way he is already undressing me with his eyes.
My tongue touches the roof of my mouth when I have a dirty thought. He looks like a good lay. What if I were to fuck him first?
24
When there’s an interruption…
Dallas gives me the drink and I take a sip. It’s slow and deliberate. I lick my lips and enjoy him watching me do it.
I know that I should be scared, but I’m not.
I’m here to do a job, but would it be so terrible if I had a little fun along the way? I don’t owe Nicholas a thing. We have a professional relationship and I want to have sex with him as well but he’s playing games with me. And two can play this game.
Another part of me is angry with Nicholas.
I’m pissed off that he was so unreasonable as to forbid me to go back to Boston and help my brother.
Who the hell does he think he is?
What gives him the right?
I look Dallas up and down. Maybe fucking him is the best thing for me. I haven’t been with a man for a while now, all of the way that is, and this guy may be just what I need.
The fact that it will also go a long way to piss off Nicholas would just be the icing on the cake.
I take another sip and take a step toward Dallas.
The glass makes a loud clinking sound when it touches the marble table.
I’m so close to him, I smell his minty fresh breath.
I appreciate the preparation.
“What would you like to do with me?” I ask slowly.
His eyes are blue, the color of the ocean, with flecks of green.
“Something bad,” he says after a moment.
Reaching over, I run my fingers up his neck and along his jawline.
He takes a step forward and kisses me on the mouth.
His lips are demanding. They part mine and immediately make their way inside.
His hands pull on the belt of my trench coat. Then he pulls away from me.
“You want to see?” I ask, raising one eyebrow.
He nods with a wide smile.
I grab it by the lapels and toss it off me.
I stand before him exposed.
Naked but not naked at the same time.
His eyes slowly leave mine and travel down my elongated neck, down toward my chest.
They pause as he looks at my nude breasts before looking further down.
I suck in my stomach a bit and stand up as straight as possible. This should be Nicholas’ eyes on my body, but Dallas’s will do for tonight.
My pulse speeds up as I anticipate all the bad things he will do to me while I imagine that he is Nicholas.
He’s about to say something but I beat him to it.
I spread my legs in a wider stance, for him to take a better look at the apex of my thighs.
Then when I think he has had enough I turn around and fold my body in half.
Keeping my arms straight, I place my hands on my knees and extend my butt outward and into the air. I feel his eyes on my body and a warmness starts to radiate from my core.
He takes a step toward me and runs his fingers up my thighs.
My legs open wider for him, aching to be touched, but instead of pulling them inside of me, he wraps them around the cheeks of my ass and goes up the sides toward my breasts.
I stand up straight.
Cupping both of them at the same time, he presses his body to mine with the bulge of his pants directly on my coccyx.
It’s thick and wide and it feels like it’s made of wood.
Grinding my butt against it, my thoughts return to Nicholas.
If only he were to see us now.
If only he were to be forced to watch, unable to stop a thing.
My imagination is so vivid, I can almost taste his jealousy.
A knock on the door forces him to pull away. I wipe the sweat off my palms on my thighs.
Maybe it’s just room service.
Maybe it’s nothing to worry about.
From where I’m standing, I have a clear view of the door.
It’s a beautiful woman.
“Oh, hey! I didn’t realize that they were going to send both of us,” I say, taking two large leapfrog jumps toward them.
“Um…I thought…“ the woman starts to say.
I interrupt her by reaching toward her and pulling her inside.
“The more the merrier, right?” I ask, raising one eyebrow and biting my lower lip. I drape myself over both Dallas and the woman.
The escort is a natural at playing characters so she quickly puts her bag on the counter and starts to undress.
But Dallas rubs the back of his neck, concerned.
“Looks like I have some catching up to do,” she jokes, turning around for him to unclasp her bra.
Do it.
Do it. Do it, I say silently to myself.
He reaches for the straps instead and pushes them off her shoulders. By the time I see her nipples, Dallas’s face relaxes and he starts to believe.
I let out a little sigh of relief.
That was close.
But now…I have another problem.
The escort has Pantene commercial hair with legs that go on for miles. Her booty is as perky and perfect as her breasts.