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I leaned in closer and lifted my hand to her chest, dragging my thumb along her windpipe, then up her neck, until she allowed me to tilt her head into my palm. I lowered to her ear, dragging my lip along its cartridge, and whispered, “You’re right. I believe I may have developed a new fetish tonight. And her name is Laura.”
She shivered, then stood still. Her body tensed up at my words, but instead of pulling away, she came in closer. Her breath trailed hot against my neck as she whispered back, “I think I may have developed a new fetish too...”
A server arrived with the emergency tea order. “Have it sent to room 209, please. Set it on the coffee table and do not disturb.”
“Yes, Mr. Silver.”
Laura stood up in a hurry. “I should check on Allie.”
I touched her arm gently, to sit back down. “I knew you wouldn’t want to hear about the fetish.”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“She’s my friend. I need to check on her.”
“She’s with a doctor.”
“What?”
“Julia’s a friend of the family and she’ll let me know if Allie needs help.”
She sat quietly for a moment.
“Thank you for doing that.”
“Of course. And now that you’re free, join me at the spa. I had a massage booked with my...daughter, but since it’s past her bedtime, would you like to come along instead?”
I reached for her hand, guiding her to the hall.
“Isn’t it also past your bedtime, sir?”
A laugh bursted out of my lungs.
“The great thing about getting older is not having to worry about such trivial matters as silly bedtimes,” I said, walking slightly behind her.
My eyes roved along her curves, drinking in her smooth silhouette. The material of her dress clung to her body like a second skin, and ruffles cascaded down the bodice, creating an ethereal effect. Her chestnut locks shimmered in the light, framing her facial features. A pang of yearning surged through my chest as I gazed upon this woman.
“Fine.” She stopped and hooked her arm into mine. “I don’t want to catch what Allie has, and a massage sounds amazing, but I still need to check on her.”
“Wait—are you two sharing a room?” I asked.
“Of course. We’re the nutcrackers, after all.”
“You can’t stay the night there. It’s out of the question.”
Her shoulders shook with laughter. “That’s impossible. The lodge is full, all the rooms are taken, and the help shares quarters. Plus, food poisoning isn’t contagious, and Allie is family to me.”
Realizing the difficulty I would face in attempting to persuade her, I exhaled. The elevator took us to the second floor, and I remembered a scene from my mother’s favorite chick flick.
The scene where a man corners a woman in an elevator. With one hand, he grabs her wrist and pins it above her head, while with the other, he reaches out and runs his thumb along her lower lip. She stills, eyes closed and chest rising as she waits for his next move. Her gasp is lost in his kiss as he devours her mouth.
I never walked in on my mother watching a chick flick again. But would I play out the scene with Laura? Here?Fuck, yeah.
Laura swept her tongue over her lip, bringing my attention back to her face. The jugular vein in her neck pulsed, and it seemed she could barely contain her excitement as we ascended. Once we reached our floor, Laura sped off to her room while I handed her the spare mask I kept in my pocket.
“No condom in there?” she quipped.
“I prefer the warmth of a woman over latex.”
