Getting off the bed, I retrieve my phone from where it had landed on the chair and flick it on. Twitter is showing four figures of unread messages. It makes me want to delete my entire account. I don’t normally have my personal assistant work my social media, but in this case my assistant is going to have a lot of deleting to do, and she’s probably going to see things that will scar her eyeballs for life.
Locating Luna’s name in my contacts, I hit call and my phone promptly dies in my hand. I rummage through my suitcase for my charger but apparently Tonya forgot to pack the fucking thing. I wonder if this budget motel has any for guests to use. Probably not.
Moving to the desk, I pick up the phone to ask reception before thinking better of it and hanging up again. There’s a chance Elsie is working and the thought of her twinkling eyes looking at me lifts my mood. Plus, I’m curious to know what she looks like dressed so I can imagine myself ripping her clothes off.
Shoving my phone in my pocket, I grab the key card and make my way to the lobby. I’m only on the second floor, so I take the stairs down, two at a time. As I round the corner into the lobby, I see Elsie standing alone behind the reception desk, looking at the computer screen. She’s wearing a navy blazer and looks every bit as good as I remembered. Possibly even better. I don’t know what it is about her, but she makes my dick twitch like a rabbit’s nose.
Elsie glances up, smiles and says, “Mr. Newman, nice to see you again.”
I smirk at her comment and say, “Supermodel, good to see you fully clothed.”
“Yes, I’m sure you prefer all women wearing clothes as opposed to lingerie.”
“I definitely prefer lingerie, but I prefer clothing to awkwardly wrapped blankets.”
Her mouth tightens and she rolls her eyes, “Well, now you’ve seen all three.”
“I have, and I have a definite favorite.”
“I’m not falling for that bait,” she says, laughing.
“You know there’s a fourth option that I haven’t seen. Wearing nothing at all.”
She looks at me for a moment, her green eyes examining me and she says, “I can imagine that one is your favorite.”
I shrug, but can’t stop myself from imagining what she looks like nude. The image gives me a semi and I force the image from my mind before I get a full-on erection. Her eyes haven’t stopped roving over me and I can feel the heat coming off them. It’s not helpful when you’re trying to get the blood out of your groin. Still, I can’t stop myself from staring at her as she works her way over me.
Our eyes meet and lock together. Time seems to fade away and I get lost in her in a way I’ve never experienced before. I need more of her. Preferably in lingerie.
“I came to ask a favor,” I say without releasing her eyes.
“Of me or the hotel?”
“Ordinarily this request would be of the hotel, but I’m not sure that’s the sort of establishment.”
“Despite your first impression, this is not a brothel.”
“I liked my first impression,” I say.
“I’m sure you did.”
“I’m liking my second impression, too.”
The revolving entrance door spins, and the voices of a man and woman echo through the lobby. Shit. I can’t be spotted. No one can be trusted. In the day of social media, all they have to do is say they saw me here and the media will be here, hounding me in no time. I prop my elbow on the desk and cover my face with my hand.
“Come around here,” Elsie says and grabs my hand, seeming to understand my problem. She pulls me the length of the desk and when we reach the end she gestures behind the high counter. I crouch down before the people can spot me.
Elsie’s still wearing the same black stockings, and I use every bit of my self-restraint from reaching out and touching the curve of her calf. My head is nearly level with her hips and the scent of her sex fills my nostrils and fuels me with the overwhelming desire to reach up between her legs and make her come.
Chapter 6
Elsie
I feel bad for Xander. The look on his face when the couple entered the lobby made it pretty clear he didn’t want anyone to recognize him. The least I could do was help him hide. It must be awful to have all these facts about his sex life, if they are facts, out for the entire country to know. Especially his parents. I can only imagine what my parents would think if my face was all over the news with details of my sordid sex life. I don’t think I would ever be able to face them again.
Does having a kinky sex life really mean you have to go into hiding or to have people snicker at you and take your photo everywhere you go? I don’t think so. As long as Xander Whitman is my guest at the hotel, I’m going to make sure he has an enjoyable and private stay. I guess in a sense he’s my first VIP customer.
From his position hiding under the desk, I can feel Xander’s hot breath on my thigh and the heat from it spreads across my skin, up my leg to my core. At this rate, my panties are going to be every bit as soaked as my thong was after our first encounter.
Although I don’t know why I am reacting this way, it’s annoying me. Is it simply because he’s famous and gorgeous? Besides, he has a girlfriend. He shouldn’t be flirting with me at all. He’s clearly not trustworthy boyfriend material. Famous or not, he is no different from my cheating ex-boyfriend.
Unless he’s trying to bring me in for a threesome with him and Luna. That doesn’t count as cheating. I mean, how can it? That’s just crazy though, but I guess he has to find people for his weird sex games somewhere. And him walking in on me in lingerie getting my photos taken probably sent the wrong message about the kinds of things I’m into instead of how boring my non-existent sex life really is. I know I made a promise to myself to loosen up and have fun especially since I don’t know what the future will bring but that might be a step too far.
No, it’s definitely a step too far.
I want to be able to look back at my life and think yeah, I did that, and it was amazing. I had lots of fun, even if I had to cram everything in while I could. Not oh I can’t believe I actually did that.
Dammit, I never did phone the doctor back about the tests. I’ve got to stop being in denial and deal with things. I will phone as soon as I get these people checked in and deal with Xander.
“We need a room for one night,” the balding man barks as he approaches the desk. The woman with him hangs back and stands behind him, staring at her scuffed shoes. It never fails to amaze me how rude some people can be. Yes, I work at a hotel, so that means treat me like dirt, apparently.
“Sure thing, I just need some details from you and will have you in your room in a jiffy. Your name?” I say with a plastered-on smile.
“It’s Peter Newman,” the man says, and I fight the urge to laugh. A burst of air hits my shin and I glance down to see Xander silently chuckling.
I wonder what the favor he needs is.
It better not be something stupid, like a blow job. That’ll get his VIP status stripped pretty fast. I guess I’ll find out as soon as I get rid of this other Newman. I focus on getting their details and checking them in.
“Here are your key cards,” I say, handing them a little cardboard folder with the plastic key cards tucked inside. “You are in room three-eleven on the third floor. The elevators are around the corner. Enjoy your stay.”
The man grunts and snatches the folder from my hand. The poor woman didn’t say a word the entire time. I don’t know how or why she is with him. But to each their own.
They quickly disappear around the corner and the elevator door rattles shut.
“The coast is clear,” I say, looking down at Xander.
“That guy was a dick,” Xander says as he stands, brushing off his pant legs.
“No kidding, I much prefer Paul to Peter.”
He doesn’t move away, and we’re standing so close that the heat from his body radiates over me. I hang my arms at my sides to make sure I don’t accidentally touch him. Yet at the same time, I d
on’t want him to move away.
The idea of leaning into him and resting my head against his chest flashes through my mind. I bet if I really did that, he’d wrap those muscular arms around me and hold me.
What the hell is the matter with me? I shouldn’t be thinking these things at all.
“What was the favor you wanted?” I ask, my voice coming out far more breathy than I had ever intended.
“I need the very exciting favor of borrowing a phone charger. I don’t suppose this fine hotel has any for guests to use?”
My shoulders drop in disappointment. Of course, it would be something so boring, why wouldn’t it?
“Sorry, we don’t normally lend them out. But you can use mine if you have an Android?”
“Perfect. You’re a real sweetheart, thanks,” Xander says, staying in his position that’s both far too close and strangely wanted.
I should be opening the drawer where I keep my phone charger and getting it for him, but I can’t bring myself to move because that would mean increasing the distance between us. What is the matter with me? It doesn’t matter how many times I ask that question, I can’t figure out the answer.
Our eyes catch again and my heart races. Xander smirks, his dimple on full show. I’m close enough to touch it, with my mouth even. For a brief second I think what the hell, he wouldn’t mind and I certainly wouldn’t mind and I get to tick kissing the sexiest man alive off my bucket list.
I give my head a shake to bring myself to my senses. These thoughts are so out of character that I’m starting to feel like Isabel is somehow possessing me.
As if he read my mind, Xander takes my hand and lifts it to his face. With his hand pressed gently against the back of mine, he runs my fingers over his cheek. When my index finger connects with his dimple, a shock of electricity zaps through me and I flinch. My mind races a million miles an hour, trying to process what is happening but can’t. I swallow hard and Xander returns my hand to my side. Except my body screams at me, wanting to touch him again or for him to touch me, anything to restore our physical connection.
I am an idiot. Or at least a naïve, star-struck girl.
Turning, I step away from him and open the drawer. My knee threatens to buckle and I grab the desk to steady myself. The phone charger lays neatly rolled up in the side compartment.
“Here,” I stop and clear my throat. “Here’s the charger.” I spin back around to face him, and my breath catches as if I was noticing how attractive he was the first time. Mustering my confidence, I extend my arm and offer him the charger.
“Thanks, supermodel.” He wraps both his hands around my hand and lets them linger before taking the phone charger. I am most definitely going to need a dry pair of panties and I try to remember if I have any in my locker or not, anything to distract myself from this moment.
“No problem, I’m sure you want to catch up on the news and whatnot.” I cringe, immediately regretting my words. As much as I want to ask him about his girlfriend, Luna, and the news of their sex life, he is a guest first and foremost and it’s not my place to ask.
“The news is the last thing I want to catch up on, trust me.”
“Well, it’s good to know the latest on North Korea,” I say in a desperate attempt to cover my last comment.
Xander laughs with a big broad smile that seems to dissolve my panties altogether. I seriously better have a spare pair in my locker or I may have to go commando. Assuming I’m not already going commando since he’s burned them off me altogether. My eyes trace over his body, and I can’t help but notice the massive bulge in his pants.
“What time do you get off?” He asks but at first I think he only says do you get off and I break into a coughing fit.
Chapter 7
Xander
Elsie coughs and coughs, and I rub her back in an attempt to help, although the physical contact only makes me harder. I glance around on the desk and notice a bottle of water, which I pass to her. She drinks down a long gulp and her coughing fit clears.
“Are you okay now?” My throbbing erection still hasn’t gone down. It started when I was under the desk and my head was way too close to her pussy, and shows no sign of going away. Every time I look at her I seem to grow stiffer. I think there’s only going to be one way to resolve this — by fucking her.
Plus, that way, it makes my detour to this roadside hotel worthwhile. I’ll show her a good night and be on my way to Owen’s in the morning.
She nods and says, “I’m fine, thanks.”
“Great. Now are you going to tell me what time do you finish work?”
“Six-thirty. Why?”
“I’m going to order a pizza for dinner since you don’t do room service and I don’t want the pizza delivery guy to recognize me. Do you mind taking it for me and tipping the guy?”
Her shoulders drop, and her stance visibly relaxes. “No problem at all.”
“Here’s some money for the tip,” I say, pulling a fifty-dollar bill out of my pocket.
“How the hell much does pizza cost in your world that the tip alone is fifty bucks?”
“To be honest, I have no idea how much pizza costs in any world, but I assume that’s far too much. Unfortunately, it’s the smallest bill I have. Can you make change?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with it,” she says in her all-business voice.
“Thanks, supermodel. I knew I could count on you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I want to shower before dinner.” A really cold fucking shower to get the blood circulating away from my dick again.
“See you in an hour,” she says with a natural smile, not that fake smile she used with Peter Newman. The smile that only makes me harder. Really, uncomfortably hard in a pair of jeans.
“See you,” I say and try to walk as naturally as possible with a raging erection trapped in my jeans.
I take the stairs two at a time and fight with the key card to get my door open as fast as possible. The little light finally goes green and I fling the door open. It hasn’t even clicked shut before my pants and boxers are around my knees and my cock is in my hand.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I close my eyes and remember my first sight of Elsie — bent over with her milky ass cheeks separated by a red thong, begging to be taken.
Our entire first meeting plays out in my mind. She stands and turns her full body standing near me as I raked my eyes over the swell of her breast squeezing out the top of her corset. The silky red corset that showed off the curve of her waist and hips. She is perfection, right down to her bright green eyes and her quick wit.
My length pulses in my hand, and I cup my balls with my other hand. I remember the natural smile she gave me in the lobby and a shock of tingles spreads over my nutsack.
I grip my dick tighter as my hand moves faster and faster up and down my shaft. My balls draw near my body and are electric. Remembering her scent, I imagine burying my face in her pussy, wondering what she tastes like and what noises she makes when she climaxes. The thought causes a giant shudder that rocks me from head to toe and I fall back on the bed as my cock bursts with cum.
Staying still as the remnants of the orgasm fade away, I slowly turned my mind to my other issue – Luna.
The problem can’t be avoided any longer, and I get up from the bed and walk in a trance to the washroom, spent dick in hand. There is no separate shower, so I have to use the one over the bathtub after stripping off my clothes. I fiddle around with the faucet and finally get the water flowing from above and at a decent temperature.
Standing in the flow, I let the water wash over me and try to clear my head of the past twenty-four hours. How much longer before another new story comes along and replaces the one about me? I laugh, remembering Elsie’s comment about North Korea. Now would be a good time for that dictator to come out with another whacked-out speech and take everyone’s attention away from me.
Even when the attention does die down, I’m still going to have to deal with Luna. She’s going to say
that she had my total consent to run with the lies, but I didn’t know how far she was going to take things or how she was getting all the bad attention on me and painting herself as some poor victim who went along with whatever demands out of love for me.
I don’t even want to go on her show again. It’s not like I do it for the money, it was only ever for shits and giggles. Now the fun is taken out of it for me so what’s the point?
Enough. I flick off the water and wrap a towel around my waist. I use another towel to dry my hair before styling it with my fingers. My phone was totally dead so I plug it in using Elsie’s charger while I dress. My housekeeper Tonya packed my suitcase before I left and I have no idea what’s in it. I rifle through it and pull out a clean pair of black jeans and a blue shirt.
Leaving the phone plugged into the charger, I scroll through my contacts and hit call when I locate Luna’s name.
“Hey darling, are you still mad at me?” she answers in a playful voice that I’m not in the mood for.
“Of course I’m still pissed off at you. You’ve made me into a pervert.”
“That’s what captures the interest of the public and gets the ratings.”
“Then you should have made yourself the pervert instead of hurting my reputation.”
“Oh, silly, no one’s going to care if I’m perverted. They want to know about you, the world’s sexiest man.”
“Maybe they need to know the truth,” I snap. Luna doesn’t say anything right away and I let the silence hang on the line for several breaths.
“You wouldn’t,” she finally says.
“I absolutely would. I am being hounded by the press who at this moment think I like to be ass fucked by you in a strap-on. At this point we are about to have a very public breakup.”
“What do you mean by that?”
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