by Rob Ashman
‘My flight got in late so, no, I’ve just got here. Vince has looked after me well.’
‘I’ve been so looking forward this. A long weekend with my favourite woman.’
Elsa grasped the front of his shirt, pulling him close and planting a kiss on his lips. ‘I’ve been looking forward to it too, Xavier.’
This was their fourth meeting in seven weeks. Each time in a different hotel and each time in a different country. Xavier Madison was the only son of a stockbroker, his dad had long since decided that it was better to divorce his wife and jet about the world making millions rather than be a father to his son. In retaliation, Xavier had made it his life’s ambition to prove that whatever his father could do, he could do better and was now a hedge fund manager and VC of a private equity firm. His net worth was not what his father had accumulated, but he was closing the gap fast.
‘Vince, another drink, please,’ he said, putting his arm around Elsa’s waist. She put her hand on his and slid it down to her hip.
‘This is what you wanted?’ she said looking into his eyes.
Xavier held her gaze while the blood rushed from his head. It took him a while to realise his drink had arrived.
‘Cheers,’ Elsa lifted her glass. ‘Here’s to the next three days.’
‘Cheers. Let’s hope the weather clears up,’ he chinked his glass against hers.
‘I’m not sure you’ll be going outside.’
Madison looked like a child who’d just been told he could have a BB gun for Christmas. ‘Okay,’ he croaked.
‘Do you want to finish these here or would you rather show me where we’ll be staying?’
Xavier snapped his fingers, ‘Vince would you have these taken to my room along with the rest of the bottle,’ he said, placing a €10 note on the bar.
‘My pleasure, Mr Madison. Have a good evening.’
Elsa slid from the barstool and pressed herself into Xavier. She could smell his cologne — the one she’d bought for him last time. He picked up her coat in one hand and put his other hand in the small of her back.
‘I booked a suite, I hope you like it,’ he whispered into her ear.
‘I’m sure I will, after all, it has you in it.’
They walked through into reception and he deposited another note into the hand of the concierge.
‘Please take care of the lady’s case.’
‘Certainly, sir,’ he beetled off to the service elevators, intent on reaching the room before his tipping guest.
Madison pushed the button and they waited for the lift.
‘Any requests?’ Elsa said.
‘You’re more addictive than any chemical rush.’
‘I know.’
The lift doors dinged open and they stepped inside. Once the doors closed he pulled Elsa close and kissed her.
There is a niche but lucrative market for those younger men who enjoy the pleasures of the more mature woman. Men who don’t have the time to do the dance of silliness with women their own age, preferring instead the certainty and experience of an older model. Especially when they have the body of a professional tennis player and the sex drive of a rugby team on tour. Fortunately for Xavier, Elsa had both qualities in spades.
He pushed the keycard in the holder and the lock disengaged. The door opened to reveal a huge room with a massive bed. Elsa’s bag was already on the case rack. The bottle was chilling in an ice bucket with two new glasses at the side.
‘What would you like to do now?’ Elsa hitched up her skirt and sat cross legged on the edge of the bed. ‘More champagne or…’
‘I… I don’t know.’
Elsa crooked her finger and he obediently stood in front of her. She pulled him onto the bed and her nimble fingers unbuckled his belt.
His eyes closed as she slipped her hand inside his underwear.
‘You lie back and relax, I have everything in hand.’
‘Elsa, I was thinking...’
‘Shhh,’ she put her finger to his lips. ‘Let me do the thinking. You’re mine now — all mine.’
Acknowledgements
I want to thank all those who have made this book possible:
My family, Karen, Gemma, and Holly for their encouragement and endless patience. Plus, my magnificent BetaReaders, Nicki, Jackie and Simon, who didn’t hold back with their comments and feedback. I’m a lucky boy to have them in my corner.
My fabulous ARC Group who have shouted about my books and made me blush with their unwavering support.
Also, my editor, David Lyons, my proofreader, Brigit Taylor, the fabulous Emmy Ellis @studioenp who stepped into the breach at the last minute to rescue the formatting and cheriefox.com who designed an amazing cover.
My wider circle of family and friends for their endless supply of helpful suggestions. The majority of which are not suitable to repeat here.
And last but by no means least, you the reader, for making this all worthwhile.
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