Adara King studio, I read. She’d selected a twelve day block for her vacation, and then clicked off every single enhancement available. Some of them looked really nice, actually. But, honestly, a prelude to romance on every day? That was nine-hundred dollars extra! Also, I wasn’t entirely convinced about the necessity of both chocolate chip sandwiches and a chocolate fondue included in the room.#p#分页标题#e#
Six-thousand-six-hundred-and-thirty-two dollars.
I stared at the number. I think I made that much in five months after taxes if I was lucky. Beatrice wanted to spend that much in twelve days. I kind of would have loved to spend that much in twelve days, too, except, well…
Snap out of it, Jessika! I mentally reprimanded myself and forced myself to look away for a second. When I turned back, I minimized the web browser and scanned through the laptop’s desktop icons. Beatrice was a minimalist, it seemed, and she had little more than the necessary programs. Not that this meant too much, since maybe she kept everything hidden in folders?
I clicked through My Computer, the Local C: Drive, Users, Beatrice’s folder, and then to her documents.
There wasn’t much there. She had basic files, but little else. The only thing of some interest was logs of her AOL Instant Messenger conversations, but even that was so wildly random and confusing that I couldn’t make much sense of it. I clicked one to check it out, just in case, and saw mostly business-like conversations. Besides having no idea who these people were from their screen names, it didn’t look very useful anyways.
I closed that and went back to the Local Drive to see if there was something I’d missed. No sooner than I did, I heard someone at the door. The voice was muffled and it sounded like they were talking on the phone. Passing by, I hoped? Or…
The doorknob wiggled.
“Hold on a moment. I have a lot of bags from shopping. Let me put you down so I can open my door. Just give me a second.”
It was Beatrice. I stood in her room, at her desk, spying on her computer right before she was about to walk in.
To the closet! Right. Except, no, it was too far away. I wouldn’t make it in time before she walked into the room. The bathroom seemed like an equally bad choice because I had nowhere to hide in there. And what if she wanted to use it? Well, she’d see me, obviously.
In a fit of complete nonsense and randomness, I bolted for the bed, crouched down low just as Beatrice opened the door, and rolled underneath it. Thank God she didn’t keep anything under there. That was probably beneath her, I assumed. Only normal people stowed totes of their belongings under their beds, and Beatrice wouldn’t stoop to their standards.
I saw her high heels and the lower half of her calves walk into the room. She hurried, placing her bags by her desk. I realized belatedly that I hadn’t closed her laptop. She walked over to it, paused for a second, and I was positive she’d realize something was up and start scanning the room for an intruder.
“Yes, I left it up. I wanted to make reservations soon. Solomon, I love this place. We can get the prelude to romance package for every single day of our stay! Isn’t that wonderful? There’s fresh rose petals scattered throughout the room, with lavender massage oil and an aromatherapy candle. We’ll have massages during the day, too, but I think we can find some use for the massage oil and candles after dark, don’t you?”
Well, this wasn’t what I had in mind, but it worked out somewhat. Here I was, in Beatrice Landseer’s room, while she talked on the phone about her future sexcapades with Solomon Royce. Unfortunately I didn’t have my phone, or I could have tried recording some of this. Still, maybe she’d mention something better? I had no idea what, but I held out hope.
“I ordered the chocolate fondue, too. I’d rather use it for unconventional purposes, though. Do you think you can handle it, Solomon?” Beatrice clicked her laptop shut and sauntered over to the bed. “I want to melt it and drizzle it all over you.”
She sat on the edge of the bed, then lifted her legs up and rolled onto it. I lay hidden beneath her, feeling the weight of her body pushing down slightly against me.
“Are you alone in your office? Yes? Good. Lock your door. I don’t want any interruptions.”
Beatrice presumably waited until he did that. The sexy talk kind of squicked me out, and I didn’t quite feel comfortable with it, but there wasn’t much I could do, now was there?
“I’m going to drizzle chocolate fondue all over your cock,” Beatrice said into the phone, sultry and seductive. “I’m going to smear it all over you and then lick it off. I’m going to make you cum like that and then I’m going to smear a strawberry in a mix of chocolate and your cream and I’m going to make you eat it.”