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by Sky Corgan

  As soon as we boarded the plane, I caught myself staring at Dominick in my peripheral vision, watching his eyes. It wasn't long before he took out his ereader and began reading, making me sigh internally in relief. Out of all of his fantasies, this was the one I wanted to experience the least. There was just too much that could go wrong. What if the flight had turbulence while we were having sex and one of us got injured? What if someone managed to open the lavatory door and found us? What if someone really had to use the bathroom, and they ended up getting a bladder infection because we were selfishly doing the nasty for too long? I was such a worry wart sometimes.

  To ensure that fantasy never became reality, I laid off the liquids until we reached California. If Dominick had any thoughts of perversion, they didn't show. The plane touched down without incident, and we picked up our bags and headed to the limo.

  I continued to watch Dominick, even in the limo. This wouldn't be such a bad place to have sex. It was kind of private. The only person who would see us would be the limo driver. That wouldn't be so embarrassing. Sex didn't seem to be in the plans though, and I was beginning to wonder why I cared so much about it.

  In truth, even though Dominick had told me he didn't think I was boring, I still felt boring. I pretty much lived monotonously. Every morning I'd get up, make breakfast, head to school, have lunch with my friends, get picked up by Dominick, go home, fix dinner, eat, clean, do my homework, and if I was lucky, Dominick would advance on me, and we'd have some wild and kinky sex. Sex with Dominick was literally the highlight of my life, and if it wasn't for him initiating, it would never happen. He must get bored having to always be the one to start things. Or maybe he thought that I didn't really want it. Grrr. Why was I thinking about this?

  We pulled up in front of the W Hollywood Hotel. It looked cheesy from the outside, with seven-story high movie posters plastered on the sides of the building, but once we walked through the double doors, I gasped at how extravagant it seemed. The color scheme was royalty red and white, with a spiral staircase encircling a plush seating area. It had a very red carpet feel to it. Then again, I suppose that was the point.

  Dominick glanced at me. “I know. It's not where I would have chosen, but this is where they decided to put us up at.”

  “Are they paying for it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, thank God. It probably costs a fortune to stay here.”

  “It does. At least, the room we're staying in does.”

  When we went up the stairs and he opened the door, I could see why. The room was absolutely expansive and gorgeous, richly furnished to the point that it put Dominick's condo to shame. While the bed was only big enough for two, the seating area looked like it was built for a party. A charcoal serpentine sofa wrapped around a black ottoman, and across from the sofa was even more seating in the form of small black leather square chairs.

  “Are we expecting company?” I asked.

  “Who knows? Probably not.” Dominick didn't look impressed at all. If anything, he seemed annoyed, sighing towards the sofa.

  “This place is incredible,” I said in awe, stepping up to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over Hollywood. It felt like I could see the entire city. The lights of hundreds of homes and businesses glittered like stars fallen from the heavens. There was something magical about it.

  “I'm glad you like it,” Dominick responded dryly, but I knew he was being sincere.

  “You don't?” I turned to him.

  “It's a little over the top. As long as I have a roof over my head, I'm happy.” He opened up the mini-fridge and took out a beer.

  I practically skipped to his side, looking at the contents with a squeal. “I've only seen stuff like this in movies.”

  “I'm glad you're amused.” Dominick smirked at me as he closed the door and twisted the top off of his beer.

  “I am. So amused,” I replied, grabbing a bag of chips from the Munchie Box and tearing it open. “So, what's on the agenda tonight?”

  “We just got off a plane, and you're already ready to do something?”

  “Well, yeah. We're only going to be here for two nights, and tomorrow you're going to be busy.”

  “Plane rides kill me. I'm not much in the mood to drive around, to be honest. But, if you're hungry, we could always go downstairs and grab something to eat.”

  “I'd hope you'd feed me. That scone we got from first class has already gone through me, and I don't really want to make dinner out of the stuff in the Munchie Box.”

  “Dinner it is then.” He took a sip of his beer. “Do you want to freshen up first?”

  “Do I not look fresh?” I sniffed at my clothes, wondering if I smelled.

  Dominick laughed. “You look fine. I just figured you'd want to change, since that's what girls usually do.”

  “Women.”

  “Huh?”

  “That's what women usually do.”

  “Well, if you're not going to change, then I guess that still makes you a girl.” He mussed up my hair as he walked around me to the sitting area. Inside, I seethed. Why did he have to treat me like such a child at times? It made me feel so insecure. Surely, he knew that by now. We had discussed it in the past, after all.

  “I guess I should get freshened up then,” I grumbled, setting the bag of chips down on the counter and heading to the bedroom to change.

  After rummaging through my suitcase for a while, I found the red dress I had brought with me. It was a hot little number, maybe even a bit too sexy. I quickly undressed and slipped it over my head, admiring myself in the mirror. The dress itself was skin tight, a mix of red polyester covering all of my naughty bits and black lace across my stomach and down one arm. The sleeves were long but the dress itself was so short that it barely concealed my ass. There was no way Dominick couldn't see me as an adult in it.

  Satisfied with the dress, I went to fight my curly brown hair into submission. I had always hated my hair, but somehow the dress made it look better. A pair of black pumps and some makeup later, and I was ready for a night out.

  The entire ensemble was planned as a surprise for Dominick. I was going to wear it on our last night in California, but since he had decided to make those comments about me being a girl, I figured that now was better than any other time to prove to him that I was a woman.

  “I'm ready,” I announced as I strode into the living room like a rock star.

  Dominick was busy reading again. When he turned to look at me, his expression was dull at first. Then he did a double take, and life sprang into his eyes.

  “When did you get that?” he asked.

  I couldn't contain the smirk that threatened to curl my lips. “When you told me you wanted me to come to California with you,” I confessed, plopping down beside him and then internally chastising myself at how not graceful it had been.

  “Are you sure you want to go out?” Dominick poked at the lace on my side, making me giggle and slap at his hand.

  Yes, this is exactly what I wanted. Want me. Suffer. I should definitely get some tonight.

  “I didn't get all dressed up just for you to ogle me,” I told him.

  “I should hope not. I have more than ogling in mind.”

  “I thought you didn't want to do anything after a plane ride.”

  He quirked a brow. “I think you should know by now that I'm perfectly capable of doing things after plane rides.”

  “That's not what you said earlier.” I stood, taking his hand and playfully tugging on it. “Get up, lazy bones. You said you were going to feed me. Maybe if you're a good boy, you'll get some special dessert.”

  “I better get to feeding you, then.”

  Dominick grabbed his wallet, and we headed downstairs. On the whole elevator ride down, I felt absolutely devilish. Maybe it was the dress or the excitement of being somewhere new, but all my senses were alight. I stayed close to Dominick's side, rubbing against him softly, trying to provoke him to be naughty. He didn't seem to be g
etting the clue though. Instead of ravaging me in the elevator, he simply gave me a lecherous grin.

  I pouted to myself as we reached the first floor, and the elevator door opened. Maybe he's not as kinky as he makes himself out to be in his books. Or maybe he's afraid of how I'll react. Men are so dense sometimes.

  We walked outside onto Station Hollywood, an outdoor oasis for drinks and dining. There was a bar to one side that served a large seating area with lush patio furniture in stylish gray and black. Fire pits and candles provided soft lighting, adding a cozy feel to the unique ambiance.

  It seemed like as soon as we stepped outside, all of my confidence melted into paranoia. Was I dressed too scantily? Did I look too cheap for the hotel and restaurant? Was Dominick embarrassed to be seen with me? The woman inside of me retreated, and the child whom Dominick so loved to tease came out to cling to him with the insecurities of inexperience. He looked professional and wealthy in one of his business suits, and I looked like the hooker on his arm. By the time we sat down together on one of the black wicker patio sofas, I just wanted to disappear.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, giving me a quizzical look.

  “Alcohol. I need alcohol.”

  “A woman after my own heart. I can't drink too much tonight though. Business tomorrow and everything. I suppose that doesn't stop you though.” He grinned down at me.

  A waitress came by to hand us menus. She glanced at my outfit with distaste before turning her attention to Dominick. The look she gave him made tendrils of jealousy rage through me. I could see a twinkle of want in her eyes. Why wouldn't she want him though? He looked as handsome as ever, poised and perfect, with that charming smile.

  “Let's start with two waters, and when you come back, we should know what we want to order,” he told her.

  I glared at the back of her head as she returned to the bar.

  “Are you sure you're alright?” Dominick asked.

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “I guess I'm just nervous. I've never been anywhere like this before. I don't know if I overdressed or under-dressed.”

  “Well, this place should be turning into a club pretty soon, so I'd say you look just fine.”

  “A club?”

  “Something like that. There will be DJs playing a bit later.”

  “Oh.” That did help to make me feel a little better.

  “These prices are ridiculous,” he grumbled.

  “Says the rich guy.” I picked up my menu and glanced over it. The prices were a little high, but nothing too unusual for the area, I thought. California was generally more expensive than Arizona. “Do you want to eat somewhere else?”

  “No. I wasn't looking at the food. I was looking at the bottles of liquor. A bottle of Absolut is $325 here. I could buy one at the liquor store for around $30.”

  “Well, they sell bottle service, not just the bottle.”

  Dominick huffed. “Still, that's outrageous. $325 for a bottle of liquor, some mixers, and someone to ice it and pour it all for you.”

  “Well, imagine how much a whole bottle worth of alcoholic drinks would cost you if you ordered them individually here. Considering that the mixed drinks are $15 a piece, that could add up pretty quickly.”

  “I suppose you're right.”

  “Why are we talking about this anyway? It's not like we could drink an entire bottle between the two of us. Besides, we have liquor upstairs.”

  “I know. I was just making conversation.”

  “You were complaining.” I frowned at him. “This is a vacation, try to have a little fun.”

  “It's not a vacation. It's a business trip.”

  “Well, it's a vacation for me.”

  “What do you want to drink?”

  “Since you complained about the price, I should order the most expensive drink on the menu, a La Dolce Vida.”

  He gave me a sarcastic look. “Bell pepper, cilantro, and pineapple juice. Sounds like a vomit inducing combination to me. By all means, order it. I'll hold your hair back while you're puking later tonight.”

  I glanced at the menu again. Now that he mentioned it, the drink didn't sound very good. While I'm not one to knock something before I try it, I couldn't fathom spending $24 on something I probably wouldn't like.

  “Now, if you really want me to spend some money, I could get us a bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Rosé.”

  “I get stupid when I drink wine.” I wrinkled my nose, remembering all the embarrassing things I'd said to Dominick when I got drunk around him the first time.

  “I rather enjoy you when you drink wine.” He smirked.

  “That's not the most expensive thing on the menu,” I quickly changed the subject. “If you really wanted to spend like a boss, you'd get the Remy Martin Louis XIII.”

  “That's bottle service again,” he reminded me. “That's why it's so expensive.”

  “I've never had cognac before, I don't think.”

  “You're not missing much.”

  “Are you ready to order?” the waitress asked as she walked up and gave Dominick a winning smile.

  “I'll have a Moulin Rouge,” he replied.

  “And I'll have a Cucumber Cooler.” I did my best to seem polite, though on the inside I was burning her alive with my laser vision of death.

  “Any food for you guys?” she asked.

  “Let me have the short rib quesadilla, and we'll split some truffle cheese fries,” Dominick told her.

  “And for you?” She looked at me, all warmth fading from her eyes.

  “I'll just have the Delphine cheeseburger.”

  “I'll have that right out.”

  The afternoon air was cool, and I found myself cuddling up to Dominick to keep warm. He seemed to be enjoying the ambiance too much to pay attention to me. His eyes were everywhere and nowhere, staring out toward the street, taking in the scenery. I could feel his body relaxing next to mine, and I was happy that he was beginning to enjoy himself.

  Our drinks came, and I quickly took a few gulps of mine. The mix of cucumber and mint was rather delicious, and I ended up chugging the beverage down before Dominick was even halfway done with his.

  “Whoa now, cowgirl, don't get ahead of yourself.” He smirked, giving my knee a gentle squeeze.

  “This is my vacation, remember?” I eyed him seriously.

  “Have it your way. If I have to carry you upstairs though, you're getting a spanking.”

  “I think I'd like your spankings,” I purred against him.

  “Is that so?” His eyes grew dark, locking onto mine with intense desire.

  I could feel my heart skip a beat as his gaze fell to my lips. He leaned in ever so slightly, and my eyes grew hooded in anticipation.

  “Here's your food,” the waitress said, completely ruining the moment.

  I found myself stabbing her to death inside my mind as she slid our plates onto the small black wicker table in front of us.

  “I'll have another one,” I grumbled, practically thrusting my glass into her hand.

  The food was decent. Nothing to brag about. While we ate, I tried to decide if I wanted to stay and drink more or go upstairs and get down to business. For some reason, the night had become a personal challenge to show Dominick that I wasn't some shy little violet. Alcohol would make me braver, more willing to do the insane sexual things he wrote about.

  By the time we were both done eating, I was finishing Cucumber Cooler number three and Dominick had just reached the bottom of his first Moulin Rouge. Already, the alcohol was swirling around inside of me, making me feel warm and randy. I pressed myself against Dominick's side, pretending to be cold, to which he responded by taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. He was ever the gentleman, but I was craving a different kind of warmth, preferably some skin on skin contact.

  “We should do some of the stuff in your books,” I blurted out, a bit tired of him missing the obvious hints I was throwing at him.

  “Should we?” he asked, annoying
me with his perfect disposition.

  “You should drink more.”

  “Should I?” He grinned. “Did you already forget that I have business to attend to tomorrow? Perhaps you should drink less.”

  “Vacation,” I growled playfully, nipping at his shoulder.

  The tables around us had begun to fill up, but in those moments, the only two people in the world were Dominick and I. My bravery was at an all-time high. I wanted to do naughty things, nasty horrible things in front of all of these strangers. And I wanted to drink more. Definitely drink more. This new-found bravery was exciting to me, and I didn't want it to wane with my buzz.

  “Another,” I called to the waitress as she passed us to go serve another table. She gave me an acknowledging nod.

  He's mine, you bitch. He's all mine and I'm going to do all sorts of bad things to him right here in front of you.

  My hand slid onto Dominick's knee, crawling up his thigh, longing to feel the bulge beneath his slacks. It wasn't hard yet, but it would be with a bit of persuasion. Unfortunately, my ascent was stopped by Dominick placing his hand firmly on top of mine.

  “Are you sure that's a good idea?” he asked.

  “It's the best idea I've had all night.”

  “I'm cutting you off after this one.”

  “Vacation.” I bit his shoulder, leaving a lipstick stain behind.

  Dominick winced as if I had hurt him. “You're not being very ladylike.”

  “And you're not being very fun.”

  “People are watching.” He glanced up.

  If there were people watching, I couldn't see them.

  “I thought you liked for people to watch,” I purred into his ear. “At least you make it seem like it in your stories.”

  “They're fantasies, Kimlet, nothing more.”

  The pet name made all the blood rush straight to my head. He knew what calling me that did to me. Was he purposely trying to cock block me . . . or pussy block me . . . or whatever you call it when a guy stops a girl from getting what she wants. I wanted to huff in frustration, but I wasn't about to give up. My body was on horny overdrive, and I was going to take it from him if he wasn't willing to give it.