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Such a failure would never happen if she weremine. A woman of mine would never be on display, fucking strangers to get by, regardless what happens to me.
“This boyfriend you mention has failed to protect you.”
“Protect me how? Not everyone is loaded like you,” she snaps. “Which reminds me, what’s your name anyway?”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“You know mine.”
“I’m the customer. I’mpayingfor this.”
She openly rolls her eyes and turns her back on me. “You know, you said you respect me, but you love to keep reminding me I’m some possession you’ve bought.”
“It’s a fact of our arrangement. Does it hurt your feelings?”
I discover a second too late that’s the wrong question to ask. Her vibe has changed again, growing frostier as she wanders over to the huge window. She stares at the city for a brief moment before whipping around and stripping off Robby’s suit jacket.
“Then let’s get it over with,” she says. Her voice is strained, her face tight. Any softness about her is gone. It’s like she’s putting on a mask to dissociate herself from what’s about to happen. She unties the string holding the top of her one-piece up. “This is why you say I’m here. So let’s get started because I want to leave.”
I’m torn on how to react. The baser part of me allows my gaze to slide over her body. Those delicious soft curves that demand to be licked, sucked,smacked. Her pert breasts bounce free, round brown globes with nipples like sweet Hersey’s Kisses. The third time I’ve seen her topless tonight, and still just as arousing as the first.
My cock responds immediately, twitching incessantly in my pants. My blood is hot in my veins, lust overpowering any sanity. I want to stride toward her, toss her over my shoulder, and throw her onto the bed, then fuck her ’til she’s so pleased she can’t even speak her name.
But another part of me nags me from the back of my mind. The sullen look she wears, her face still beautiful even now, is quite a turnoff. It’s an undeniable sign she doesn’t want this, and is only complying because she believes she has no other choice.
There’s an angel and a devil on my broad shoulders, and I hesitate on listening to either. With a ragged breath, my conscience for once getting the better of me, I turn away from her. I cross the vast living area with the sleek furniture and crystal chandeliers, stopping at the coffee table. I pick up the room service menu and browse the selection.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
I can sense her uncertainty. She doesn’t know whether to cover herself or continue insisting we get the transaction over with. I make the decision for her.
“Do you like breakfast?”
“Breakfast? At 3 a.m.?”
“Why not? One call and it’s done. Nobody can tell me no.”
“Why? Is that a perk of being rich?”
Perk of owning the hotel. But I don’t tell her that.
“Tell me what you want to eat, and we’ll order it,” I say.
She appears in front of me wearing Robby’s jacket again. “You’re feeding me now?”
“Why are you resistant to being cordial, Falynn?” I ask with an amused smirk. “I’m not a monster, contrary to popular belief, including yours. I don’t want to hurt you…and I won’t unless you disobey. But I do want you to enjoy yourself. Relax a little. Is that clear?”
“What’s your name?”
“Why does it matter?”
“If I know your name, I’ll…I’ll feel more comfortable,” she says, big brown expressive eyes on me. “Plus, I’m tired of calling you Mr. Rich Motherfucker in my head.”
I laugh. “Mr. Rich Motherfucker?”
“You’re loaded. You were my main customer for the night. It fits.”
“Gio. You can call me Gio.”
