“Upperclass women need orgasms too, Aria. In fact, they’d pay damn good money for it.”
“Wow,” I breathed, raising my eyebrows. “Good for them.”
Oh no. That devious smile was back on her face as she picked up her phone. My gut twisted. I tried to dart across the table to grab it from her hands, but she was too quick, standing up and stepping out of my reach.
“Ally! Don't!”
“There. All booked. Your Cesare Special is in half an hour. You can thank me later.”
My cheeks flamed as my head whipped from side to side. “No. No way. I’m not going. I’m going to kill you! Mypapiknows people here, Allegra!”
“I didn’t use your name. Obviously!” She rolled her eyes and sat back down. “I booked you under a fake name. They never check these things. Just give them my room number.”
“I’m not going!”
“Arianna! You just found out your boyfriend, who never gave you a single orgasm, was cheating on you. You. Are. Going.”
I covered my eyes, hiding my mortification. “I’m not paying for sex, Ally! I’m not that desperate.”
When she didn’t respond, I dropped my hands to find her giving me a suggestive look. I scoffed, shaking my head.
“It’s not full sex. It’s just an orgasm. And I’m paying, my treat to put a spring back in your step. How long has it been since you had an orgasm that wasn't from a powered toy?”
My eyes darted around the bar, even though no one was listening. “A while.”
“And I don't care what anyone says. Nothing beats a tongue that knows what it is doing. And, this is guaranteed or your money back.”
That made me pause. “Really? He’s that confident? What if–”
“He’s that confident,” she interrupted, bobbing her head, knowing she had piqued my interest.Damn. “Look. If you get in there and decide you can’t gothrough with it, you just have a lovely massage by an attractive man.”
“Oh,” Well, that didn’t sound so bad. “So he doesn’t…”
“Go down on you? Only if you ask for the special. I’ve just booked you a full-body massage with Cesare. He’ll ask you if there’s anything else he can do for you when you’re in there, and if you want it, you ask for the special. That’s it.”
I licked my lips, my heart hammering against my ribs. God help me, I was tempted by the idea. Okay, maybe I was desperate. I didn’t do one-night stands, but this wasn’t that. And a woman had needs after all. My vibrator was getting sick of me.
I picked up my cocktail and drank the rest in one go before slamming the empty glass on the table.
“Okay.”
“Si!That’s my girl.”
“I can’t believe I’m considering this. I probably won’t go through with it. But I have been meaning to book a massage for a while. My back is in bits from all the night shifts.”
I worked as the hospital night administrator, a high-pressure, demanding role I loved despite the chaos and stress. When I was at work, there was no room to think about anything else. And I was my own person, respected by my colleagues for the work I did and not because I was the Mayor’s daughter.
“Exactly.” Allegra winked. My eyes widened when I realised I needed to run up to her room quickly to shave because…yeah, it was a mess down there.
“I think I’m going to need another drink before, though.”
“Let’s make it a shot. You need to be there fifteen minutes before your appointment.”
“I can’t do shots. I have to go to work in four hours!”
“You’ll be sober, relaxed, and gloriously sated by then, girl! Orlando who?”
That felt like a stretch, but I admired her positivity.
