“Where are you taking us?”
“To the Hilton, ma’am.”
“The Hilton?”
“Yes, ma’am. Only the best for Mr. Black’s…” his eyes quickly shifted toward Kyle and then back to me. “Employees.”
I knew what he’d been about to say, but I didn’t want to correct him. It was pointless to even tell him I wasn’t Mr. Black’s anything yet. Especially in front of Kyle.
“Thank you, Mister…”
“Martin. Just call me Mr. Martin,” he smiled in the rear view mirror.
“Thank you, Mr. Martin.” I leaned into my seat.
“Wow, the Hilton? You sure do have a nice boss, Roz.”
Kyle was beyond excited about the whole experience. I wished I could match his enthusiasm, but I was less than thrilled.
When the driver pulled into the hotel, he told me to sit still. Seconds later, he was pulling our door open and holding it so we could step out. I flushed at the attention. I wasn’t used to being treated like anyone special.
Kyle followed closely behind as we followed Mr. Martin into the front lobby and to the reception desk. When it was our turn, the woman behind the desk flashed a familiar smile for the older man.
“Hello, Martin. How are you today?”
“I’m doing well, Molly, and you?”
“Happy to see you as always. How can I help you?”
“I have two guests for Mr. Black. The suite, please.”
The woman casted a knowing glance toward me. Her expression quickly changed to surprise, followed by confusion, when she spotted Kyle. I wrapped a protective arm around his shoulders and tried not to wonder what she was thinking.
“Of course,” she nodded.
She signaled for someone behind me and then there was a bellhop there at our side.
“Please take these guests to Mr. Black’s suite and don’t forget their luggage,” she ordered.
“Oh, we don’t have…“ I started to correct her.
I stopped when a cart was pulled up to the bellhop and I recognized our suitcases. What the hell?
I wondered how Sebastian had time to gather our things out of our car.
“Thank you,” I said to both the desk clerk and bellhop.
“Right this way, Miss,” the bellhop gestured.
Turning toward Mr. Martin, I smiled at him. “Thank you again.”
“You’re very welcome.” He mirrored my smile and patted my hands.
Kyle and I spent the night in one of the nicest hotels I’d ever seen. The room was equipped with everything we needed, and had four separate areas. There were two huge bedrooms, and a deluxe bathroom with a massive tub. But the best part was the spacious living room, lined with a wall of windows, showcasing a stunning view of New York City.
Once Kyle was asleep for the night, I spent some time staring at the cars and the people bustling below. The surrounding buildings and streets were so beautiful from my vantage point. It was hard to wrap my head around our quick transition from sleeping in a shitty car… to this luxurious suite. Un-frickin-believable.
It wasn’t until I yawned and fogged up the window that I realized how late it was. Padding across the mahogany wood floor on my bare feet, I entered the bathroom to get ready for bed. My stress level was nothing compared to the past few weeks, so instead of taking a shower, I filled the massive tub with hot, steaming water, and dropped in some lavender oil. I soaked my body until the water went cold.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t hide from my conversation with Sebastian in his office.
I didn’t know what I’d been thinking or doing for that matter. I had marched into his office, ready for anything. I had to make money and I was no longer going to deny what my body obviously wanted. But boy had I definitely paid a price.
When he’d so blatantly asked if I was a virgin I hadn’t expected his reaction. In fact, if he had slapped me I couldn’t have been more shocked. I felt like he had slapped me with his response. I thought he would’ve been pleased and turned on, not turned off.
I was humiliated and embarrassed, and I wanted nothing more than to never lay eyes on Sebastian Black again. But even now, as I laid in the tub, my forbidden thoughts betrayed me and the sight of him bare chested made my fingers wander over my body.
I could still wanted him, even if I pretended differently. He didn’t want me and I should have been happy about it, or in the very least relieved. But something made me want to prove that despite the fact I was a virgin, I was still every bit as capable as the next girl.
I let my legs fall open and my fingers moved over my swollen lady bits, but before I could bring myself to orgasm, I stopped and closed my legs tightly. Covering my eyes with my hand, I exhaled loudly.