Prince Player(78)

Not that I really mind, to be truthful. I would have gone home with Ethan for free if he wanted me. But with the money involved, things are different. I know I need to please him, but I’m not sure how to go about doing that.

“Come on,” he says finally. “Let’s go to your room. It’ll be ready by now.”

I reach down and grab my bag but he waves me off. “Jenkins will bring that up. Come on.”

I frown, leaving the bag, and follow him. We go back upstairs, but instead of moving down the guest wing like last time, he leads me to the right and down a short hallway.

“So, this is my private wing,” he says. “The door at the far end is my room. And this is yours.” He stops in front of a door with the number two on the front.

“The second room,” I say, smiling. “Very clever.”

He shrugs, grinning. “Easier this way.” He opens the door and we step into the room.

It’s gorgeous. There’s a bathroom on the left as we walk inside. In the center of the room is a large four-poster bed. There’s a small fireplace with a fire burning in it, a television with a couch in front of it, a small table, and another room toward the back.

“Bed, bathroom, living room, and there’s an exercise room off the back,” he says. “Balcony too, if you want to use it.”

“You really do live in a hotel,” I say, laughing. “But the nicest hotel I’ve ever seen.”

He grins. “Glad you like it. You’ll be in here for your stay.” He walks over to the dresser and picks up a phone. “Use this to call down to the kitchen. There’s someone on staff twenty-four seven, so if you’re ever hungry, just call and ask. You can also request laundry service or cleaning if you want. Really, call and ask for whatever and Jenkins will make it happen.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I bet he’ll conveniently forget my requests.”

“Probably,” Ethan says, grinning.

I walk over to the bed and run my hand down the comforter. It’s beautiful and soft, the sort of bed I’ve always dreamed about as a little girl.

“This is too much,” I say finally. “Really, Ethan. I can stay in something simpler.”

“I’m contractually obligated to provide you with all of this,” he says, and walks over to me. “Besides, I want to spoil you.”

I turn toward him, my heart beating fast, and I take a sip of my wine to cover my embarrassment.

“It’s why you’re here,” he says to me, stopping close. “I want to spoil you rotten, Aria. I want to give you things. But most of all, I want to make you feel things you never expected.”

“Like what?” I ask, a little breathless.

He steps close to me, his body inches from mine. His hand rests on the small of my back as his lips come closer to mine. I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he veers to the side, stopping next to my ear.

“If you have to ask, you’re not ready to hear the answer,” he says softly, and I feel a chill run down my spine.

He pulls back, giving me this devilish smile, and I want him to come back. I want him to tell me what he’s going to make me feel. I’m flushed and excited, and I can feel my pussy is already tingling and dripping wet. It’s crazy that I feel this way. It’s supposed to be just a job, but Ethan isn’t work. He’s charming and gorgeous.

“Good night,” he says, turning away.

“Wait,” I say. “Don’t you...?”

“What?” he asks, cocking his head.

I looked away, frowning. “Nothing.”

He walks toward the door and I watch him go, wishing he’d stay. As he opens it, he pauses and turns back to me.

“Oh sorry, I do have one rule for you. Stay in this room. If you want to leave it, you have to get permission from me. Understood?”

“Okay,” I say, nodding.

“I won’t keep you prisoner, of course. And if you want books, magazines, movies, a computer, anything, just ask. But don’t leave without permission.”

I nod. “Thanks,” I say.

“Sleep tight, Aria.”

He leaves the room before I can respond.

I down my wine, place the glass on a side table, and then collapse onto the enormous bed. I burrow down into the covers, put my face in the beautiful and immaculate pillow, and I scream.

I can’t believe that I’m here. I laugh and scream into the pillow and laugh some more, completely overwhelmed with my situation. Once I get that out of my system, I quickly explore the room. The gym in the back is pretty nice with a treadmill, a little TV, some weights, and a bench press. The balcony overlooks the city and I realize that I’m on the third floor. The view is incredible.