Taking a deep breath, she padded to the edge of the bed. After fumbling in the dark for a few minutes, she managed to swivel the bedside lamp so it pointed away from the bed. Before she switched it on, she allowed her gaze to run over the mirror. If she hadn’t known, she would never have suspected.
Maybe if she switched on the television. She could bore them into leaving.
Emma strode over to the television, picked up the remote and settled back to channel surf.
Eek! Not that channel. She cringed at the naked bodies writhing on the screen and hurriedly changed channels. Her head dipped in a slow, disbelieving shake as she registered the mass of bodies on a round bed. She cocked her head to view from another angle. There were so many people; it was a wonder they didn’t fall off.
The third channel change clued her in to the truth. The television was strictly R18 and geared to amorous couples. She wouldn’t find distraction in a drama or a cheesy reality show.
Emma picked up her e-book reader and tried to concentrate on her most current purchase, a book called Alien Encounter: Janaya. She chuckled at the antics of a dog and two aliens who’d crashed on Earth, but on reaching chapter three the hero and heroine started having sex. She hit the off button. Perhaps reading wasn’t the best distraction either.
The phone rang. Not Jack? Emma’s heart pounded as she picked it up.
“It’s Caroline, your resort hostess. Is there any way we can make your stay more enjoyable?”
How? she thought indignantly. More cameras? “Everything is wonderful,” she said, not bothering to hold back on the irony.
“Have I called at a bad time?”
“I was about to go to bed.”
“Oh! Say no more! I understand completely. Just give us a call if we can do anything to help you.”
Emma slammed down the phone, fury and frustration making her restless. She stomped past the bed and stormed into the bathroom. Perhaps she’d take a shower to ease her tension.
Twenty minutes later, Emma stepped from the cubicle and grabbed a towel to blot the droplets of water from her skin. Someone thumped on the door and kept thumping. At first, Emma tried to ignore the summons then she realized the racket should wake a sleeping guest. It would seem odd if the pillows didn’t react. She wrapped a towel around her nakedness and hurried to answer the door.
“Hello!” The girl’s greeting was breezy and her smile bright enough for Emma to see she used a tooth-whitening agent. “You and your partner are the lucky recipients of a mystery prize.” She gestured at her laden trolley.
Yeah right. Emma fought the need to scowl in her best Jack manner. The cynic in her suspected the voyeurs wanted action in the bedroom instead of the sound of running water and the scent of perfumed steam.
The girl picked up an apple-green bag and dropped several small bottles inside. “Here you go. Some massage oils and special lubrication. Oh, and these are great. Some nipple jewelry!” She thrust the bag at Emma then with a wave, tottered off pushing her trolley.
Emma clutched the bag and slammed the door shut. These people were unbelievable. All to get a stupid movie. Rage colored her cheeks as she tossed the bag on the dresser with all the other prizes she’d received during the week.
They were obviously going to keep bothering her, so, she’d give them a show.
Emma grabbed the pink box containing her vibrator. She pulled it from the protective wrapping and deftly loaded the batteries. It would come with batteries provided. The vibrator buzzed to life when she pushed a button.
Okay. What other props did she need for her show? After checking the towel was secure, she padded across to her box of toys. Scented massage oils with a hint of the Orient. Just the thing. Nipple jewelry. Maybe Jack would enjoy that later.
She sauntered over to her side of the bed and bent over, pretending to kiss the head end of the roll of blankets. Then, she sucked in a deep breath. Showtime.
After settling on the corner of the bed nearest the mirror, she popped the lid off the bottle of oil. Not bad. She smoothed it across her arms, legs and upper chest. A pulse throbbed at her throat as she stood. With a casual shrug of her shoulders, she loosened the knot holding the towel in place and let it slither to the floor.
Emma pictured Jack and imagined it was his abrasive hands smoothing the scented oil on her breasts, his fingers plucking at her aching nipples. The heady scent of cinnamon and oranges filled the air as she applied oil on her legs and across her buttocks. With a languid move, she dribbled oil on her belly. Damn, that felt good.
Heat pooled between her legs as her slippery fingers dipped lower, through her clipped pubic hair, to smooth down bare pussy lips. Emma caught her bottom lip between her teeth to bite back a moan. The friction of her damp finger was exquisite. Damn, she was getting off on this. Did that make her sick? Her anger had receded, replaced by pure lust and enjoyment.