“But trust meee, dahlin.”
I somehow managed to escape his clutch, and slowly pulled down one of my straps from my gown.
“It’s alllll part of the act.” I winked.
His glazed eyes looked at my now bare shoulder and then he licked his lips as he eyed my blossoming cleavage.
This could be working. Now or never.
“Trust me.” I whispered and looked at him as seductively as possible. I finally made it past him and felt I had made it passed first base. Just needed to round two more bases!
So I slowly removed the other shoulder strap and felt it linger on my arm. Those twenty steps felt the longest of my life!
My hand shook as I removed the crystal nob from the liquor container. I poured it into a glass.
Now or ever. I told myself again.
I let the dress fall and drape around my ankles. I leaned forward giving him a show of my ass in the lacy lingerie. This should divert him!
I reached for the small potion tucked in my bra and in a flash emptied it into the liquid. I felt so relieved, yet in a crazy way, thrilled at the exhilarating feeling of not getting caught. Is this what secret spies feel?
I spun around to him walking slowly towards me.
“Ice is it?”
His eyes trailed my almost naked body and I knew I didn’t have much time.
I remembered the way his glass clanked against the glass earlier. So I knew he did take his liquor with ice.
“I say yes.”
I dropped three ice cubes and did my best Victoria Secret cat-walk walk towards him.
He now stood in front of the bed.
As I pranced his way, I let my fore finger rest on his jacket as I handed him his glass and whispered, “Sit.”
He fingered his collar and this signaled a good sign to me.
Play it up! Play it up! Get him to drink asap!
So I did a little strip tease move I learned from doing those stupid Carmen Electra DVD strip tease workouts during college. Knees together, turn side ways, saunter down move.
“Now, I don’t know what they say about women in California, but women from Texas . . . ” I licked my lips as I rotated my knees in front of him and gave him a show. I spread my legs spread eagle before I stood back up.
His lips were now inches away from the ice-cold beverage with eyes filled with lust. I must be doing something right.
And finally! He took a sip.
What next? What next? His belt!
I reached for his belt and began maneuvering it off of him as quickly as possible, but still as sexily as possible.
“But not only is everything bigger, well . . . “
“I’m from Texas. You know.”
“Oh, you are?”
Stay focused.
“Well, it’s better. Everything’s better if you know what I mean.”
I almost coughed as I felt him harden beneath the fabric of his tailored pants.
Oh, God please just down that drink! I don’t think I can bare to see it.
Maybe I could play that companion role. The listening ear role. But something told me about his demeanor he didn’t like to talk much. He was all about the action.
He took a few more sips of his drink.
A flicker of desire sparkled in his eyes.
He stroked the disgusting mustache once more.
“Why, you are a naughty one.” This excited him as he adjusted his pants and helped them lose around his ankles. His Johnson completely at attention through his boxer briefs.
Who would have guessed. I would have pegged him as a boxer guy, myself.
I slowly lowered down spreading my legs wide in my sexy squat, giving him full view of my almost bare queen V, sans the small black lace thong that still remained on.
I breathed in courage as I reached for his hardened member.
“Now . . . drink up deary. One of the tricks is, alcohol helps the feeling sustain.” I said in my absolute best draw.
He tilted the glass to drink the remaining half as he suddenly stopped at a sip. His eyes squinted and his tongue made loud tasting noises.
He reached for my breast with his free hand after placing the cigar back in his mouth.
“I just want to see those tits. Bare.” He mumbled.
Shit. I’m this close. He’ll see the small glass bottle. What would I say?
Act fast.
I freed his Johnson as fast as lightening and made slow pumping motions as I dropped my jaw, letting my tongue slowly peek out and rest on my bottom lip.
“Oh, you will. After I . . . ”
I lowered my mouth. I was now inches away. Just inches!
Shit. Drink that damn drink pronto! I subconsciously screamed as I mustered up all the control I had inside and tried not to toss my cookies. It was a forest down there!
I was now centimeters away from it, and oh my God, he didn’t smell rich like him.
I closed my eyes, inhaled, and pictured him. But that’s when I heard the clanging of the ice against the glass and heard a loud thud on the bed.
He was out cold.
I nearly fell over in surprise. I stood up quickly and inspected him.
He instantly began snoring.
Being the softy that I was, I reached for his cigar. But I didn’t want to wake him!
I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t want his bed to catch on fire. I didn’t want him to choke.
I slowly backed away, my heels loudly sounding on the wooden floor.
Shit. Now what?
I rubbed my forehead.
Do I alarm someone? Do I . . .
Then, finally, that cigar fell from his mouth and drool covered it as his snoring increased as I sighed the largest sigh of relief. I thanked my lucky stars.
Quickly, I took off my heels in fear of further walking waking him up. I tiptoed to his bed, reached for his cigar and quickly scurried to the bar, dropping it in the ice bucket.
I didn’t know what to do next!
After a few minutes of calming down my breathing, I tiptoed back to the restroom and shut the door. As I shut it, I locked it and felt such relief.
Thank God I didn’t have to suck that . . . ugh, I shuttered. I didn’t even want to go there.
Moments later, I heard a faint clock in the distance strike twelve. Last time I was there, that was when the games began and everyone would be waiting for “the king’s” appearance.
I knew any minute someone would come looking.
Finally, the moment of truth came.
Through the closed bathroom door, I heard the doors open and a few men entered the room.
I opened the door to see the three masked men inspecting him out cold on the bed.
“I’m . . . I . . . afraid he had too much to—“
One of the men huffed. “This happens, but not this early. Damn you old man! You don’t know when you have a goddess in front of you, do you?”
I looked at the other men standing with him and I saw one man stroke his bare chin.
Was it him?
“Come with us. She’ll just have to go to the highest bidder.”
“Gentlemen, that would be I. I am the highest bidder. Check with Alfred in the books.”
A few masks turned left and right. A few mumbles and cusswords. “Damn fool. Always pay your way.”
“Don’t we all?”
I felt fresh tears sting my eyes. It was him! I was almost sure of it! I didn’t have to go to town on that old man! I wasn’t in danger any more. Not immediate. I was with him!
I sighed again.
He picked up my black heels and handed them to me.
I quickly put them on and was led down the dimly lit hallway and I wondered what was next as my stomach fluttered with hyperactive butterflies. What would happen? We stopped by a fountain and the men shook hands.
“I have a lady waiting for me.”
“Well, good luck.”
The men went there separate ways and I felt his arm loop through mine.
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bsp; “This way.”
Everything felt like slow motion. Everything felt just right.
We found ourselves in a quiet hallway lit by gothic lanterns. It was the absolute book perfect idealistic definition of forbidden romance. Except, something deep down whispered to me, saying that this wasn’t forbidden anymore.
This was definitely going to happen.
He swiftly removed his mask and the look in his blazing chocolate eyes was mixed with relief, desire and pure need. His strong hands pressed me against the cold brick wall and he wrapped my legs around his waist as his gorgeous lips met my begging lips, warming me up instantly. The heat flooded throughout my body sending me both chills that nipped my sensitive nipples and lit a fire in my poling desire for him down there.
He kissed me intensely as if this were the last kiss on earth we would ever have.
Oh God, kissing him should be made illegal because it just felt that damn good. How he smelled, how he tasted, how he felt. For month after month I went to sleep every night re-living this sweet moment, the dreams haunting me during the day.
And now here he was again. Kissing me. Wanting me as if he felt that magnetic pull, too.
As his hands rested on my waist, my hands found their way in this gorgeous locks, and I found myself making small twists, feeling as if I may just explode right then and there with desire. We both struggled for air until he finally pulled away.
My entire body went limp in fiery desire to be united with him again. My eyes were still closed as I felt his hot whisper in my ear.
My legs were still wrapped around his waist, pinned with his strong sexy body against the wall.
“Come away with me.”
I nodded my head in agreeance. I didn’t care where. I just needed him. I was under an intoxicating spell and there was no breaking it.
“Okay,” I said back, afraid of opening my eyes for fear of him disappearing. Childish, I know. But when you wait day and night, and hours feel like months, and months feel like years, you cherish the moment you are finally together.
You want it to be real.
Please let this be real.
I opened my eyes.
“I thought I lost you there.”
“Here?”
He shook his head and laughed as his thumb rested below my chin.
“Out there. With him.” He lifted his chin and motioned towards the direction. “And now, you’re finally mine.”
Yes. Finally yours. My insides flopped like Jello on the inside. He did that to me. But the logical side of me that I had hushed to a whisper stood in a corner in my brain, tapping her responsible foot with arms crossed. You don’t belong to anyone! You’re a headstrong, independent, woman who—
Snip it!
I drowned my voice of reason out. She was boring and I always, always, always listened to her. And I didn’t want to be boring anymore.
“Finally yours?”
“Like I said, there is an order here. What’s his face is the order. Now that he’s had you, he can move on. We can move on. I’d move hell and earth if I had to. And I did my best because I’m a jealous man. I can’t stand thinking of another man with you. Like that.” He growled. “I want you all to myself. These past months have been torture. It’s a little premature for me to say this but no one’s made me feel this way like you. There is no substitute to that type of connection we had. Could have.”
He whipped me around and sat me on his lap on a wooden bench. His hands firmly on my hips.
“Let’s start with breakfast, shall we? How does Maui sound?” He looked down at his watch. “We still have five hours Hawaii time before dawn.”
Finally responsible Kenzie stood up and shouted for attention and I gave way.
“Maui is it? Because maybe I’m . . . am I in danger in need to flee?”
“Danger?”
“There is this woman who works here with the heavy charcoaled eye makeup who helped me before I went to the red room. She said to not trust anyone here. To not—“.
He sniffled a laugh, and coughed with a fist over his mouth. “She tried to blackmail the organization for lots of money, of course she would be in trouble. Couple that with years upon years with suffering from PTSD and insomnia, you start going crazy.”
“So, you’re saying she’s going crazy.” I shook my head not wanting to believe it. “But she looked so . . . normal.”
“Someone feed off of drama much? Look, I’m no Dr. Phil, but is that intelligent doctor brain of yours always going ninety miles an hour, always working, always striving, and you never let your hair down? Do you choose to see the drama and hardships of everything? Because not everything is black and white, good or bad. Not everything is categorized.”
At first I was offended. I was rendered speechless. But I understood what he was getting at. My mind had been trained to be like that little hamster wheel, always going, going, going. Striving, striving, striving. I rarely stopped thinking and strategizing. Okay, I never did.
I stared into his brown twinkling eyes. He seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world and I liked that about him.
“And those wavers we signed to be here? Someone died?”
“That was a complete accident.”
“Be straight with me! Months ago you said there were certain rules here.”
“There are. Certain fines indeed.” His eyes danced.
“Fines?”
“Look, “ he cupped my face. “You’ve cost me a pretty penny, I’d be glad to pay over a million times. The club brought us together. Now, let’s just make tonight your last. Don’t ever come back here again.”
But how would we ever see each other again? How . . .
“Why? Are you saying . . . ”
“I don’t want to break the rules and my bank. I rather spend my fines on wining and dining you.”
“I don’t understand.” I felt my face brighten and my eyes lift. Hope stirred in my stomach.
“I want to pursue you outside of the club.”
“You . . . you do?” Chills surfaced throughout my entire body and I couldn’t even breathe. I was so lovestruck.
“What do you think? What do you have going on tomorrow? Let me take you away.”
My jaw still hung open.
“Let you take me away?” I shook my head and laughed. “You think I’m one of those women who can be bought by money and trips and private jets around the—“
Slow kisses were trailed along my collarbone and damn that felt good.
“Uh hm. I do.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of him. The way his tongue roamed over my collar bone, the way he stirred me in a deep way. Did I want to lose that?
And now we were together at last and I knew how he felt. Finally! No more guessing.
“Oh, . . . okay. Maybe you are right.”
He pulled away and I stared at those puppy dog eyes.
“Come with me?”
But my class tomorrow.
I could hear Shelly’s high-pitched voice yapping at me. Screw the class, Kenze! Just live!
Maybe I could live. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to let this hamster wheel of mine slow down for a bit. And maybe, just maybe, it was time to live without a plan for a few days. Fall vacation, right?
All I knew was for once in my life, everything I ever planned for, worked so hard for, it all sort of felt like light elevator music—secondary— in the arms of what felt like the growing of love . . . could I even say that? Whatever it was, it was electrifying. Just like magnets that snap instantly shut together—there’s no separating the attraction—that’s how he and I were together. If I didn’t explore this with him, for the rest of my life, that wheel would slowly keep turning faster and faster and the hamster would have an eternal sad face. I would always wonder what if.
I knew what I needed to do.
What my soul desired.
“Okay. I love myself some Mai Tai. But I must say.” I bit my lower lip. “I don’t even
know the man’s name with whom I’d be sharing a Mai Tai?
“Who says we’d be sharing? And it’s Kyle.” He winked.
“Well, then. Kyle.” My stomach fluttered just saying his name and I pictured him bringing me to ecstasy in Maui as I shouted his name. I was hungry with desire. Something told me that we wouldn't have to wait until Maui to fulfill that desire. Something told me that I might become a mile high member very very soon.
“Well then, shall we?” I said with a devious grin on my face and gave him my own flirty wink.
Moments later, we were outside as a limo pulled up. He reached for my hand and led me to an open door. As I slid into the seats, I didn’t know what lay ahead, but I knew one thing for sure, I was happy in this moment. Right now. With him.
Chapter Thirteen
The only time I’ve ever seen the inside of a luxury private jet were from seeing photos of them in the USWeekly magazines my roommate and best friend in the world, Shelly, would leave strewn here and there in our apartment or in the Forbes magazines where she unabashedly circled a few “potentials” with a sharpie and hung in her room.
Don’t ask. She’s obsessed with marrying a billionaire. In fact, it’s her who should be in the position I was in. Not me. Not small town girl, Stanford medical student from east Texas who isn’t the “swoon over money” type.
My whole life, I’ve envisioned going to medical school, being a surgeon and making my own way in the world. I finally made it. I had class in the morning and here I was ditching class one month into medical school.
Never in a million years did I ever envision a gorgeous man whisking me away on a private jet.
I met my gorgeous lover in a—cough— secret elite sex club. I was invited to attend via an elaborate invitation. I was told that if I attended that night, my entire first year of medical school would be paid in full. So I went. I saw the invitation as divine providence since my funding had just fallen through and my dreams were in jeopardy of being crushed. I didn’t have the slightest clue what I was getting myself into when the limo pulled up to take me away for the night. But alas, that’s where I met him—Kyle McMaster. One taste of him...and well...I never wanted something or someone so badly.
So damn bad.
And now here we were. Together at last. He saved me from a night of absolute terror with a creepy-overweight-mustache-man who was about to have his way with me during my second attendance at the club months later from our first meeting. He swept in and saved me and as he pressed me against the brick cool wall in an estate somewhere in the Redwoods, us both hot in need, he invited me to have breakfast with him in the morning.
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