“Yes, you could say that,” I giggled.
He stared at my mouth and squinted. “Is that a cut on your lip? It’s very faint, but I can definitely see something.”
I patted his back. “It’s nothing to worry about. One of them got a bit silly, but he was swiftly dealt with. All in all, I’ve been treated quite well.” Apart from being held prisoner in my own tower!
“I’m glad to hear it. I’m sorry that this has happened to you. It can’t have been very pleasant nonetheless.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s wasn’t. But, I’m sure at some point, we’ll be able to figure something out. Until then, I want to hit the town and get drunk. It’s been a long time coming.”
I could hear a few of the girls cheering in the van as the rest of us clambered in. “I’m really sorry this has happened, everyone. I know you’re all losing money because of this.”
“Don’t worry about us,” Samantha said. “We’ve been keeping ourselves entertained at the lodge. It’s been pretty cool actually.” She smirked.
I was suspicious now. “What’s been going on?”
“Where am I taking you, Clara?” Carlos shouted from the front.
“Club Med, please. I’ve always wanted to try that place,” I shouted back.
Carlos nodded. “Oh yes, and they do two-for-one for the ladies on Friday nights.”
“Excellent! All the more reason to go, then.” He smiled back at me and started the van up.
“Melinda’s been smooching with the gardener boy,” Samantha whispered.
“Really?” I looked over to Melinda, but I doubted very much she’d heard.
“What?” She caught me looking directly at her.
“Thomas.” That was all I said. I think it was all I needed to say to get the reaction I was after.
Soon, the smirk filled her face, causing me to giggle all the more.
“We’ve had a little bit of fun, yes.”
“A little bit!” Samantha snorted. “How about, Thomas, oh… Thomas, please… Thomas, fuck me like that… Yes, Thomas—right there!” Samantha saw the stunned expression on Melinda’s face and said, “Yes, that’s right. We’ve all heard you.”
Melinda’s face blushed a scarlet red. Even under the cover of darkness, it was plain to see.
“So what’s been happening with you and tall, dark, and handsome?” Looking across at Belinda, I could tell she was itching for the gossip. I think my smile gave me away… Especially since the minute she mentioned him, my mind went straight to that morning and Luca’s wonderful and talented tongue.
Belinda gasped. “You haven’t!”
“No, but nearly—if we hadn’t been interrupted this morning by Alessandro banging on the door.”
Samantha laughed. “I bet Alessandro’s banging something else right now. Or shall I say—someone else.” Everyone erupted in laughter as Samantha high-fived Rachael.
I looked at them all. “Do you really think they are?”
Melinda waved her hand. “Girl, she’s going to have to try and keep him entertained for a while. I’m sure she’ll demand he do something to her after the magnificent blow-job she’s just given to him.” Melinda winked, and they all giggled again.
I bit my lip. “I feel bad that she’s doing that.”
Melinda gave me a reproachful look. “Do you really think she’s hating every minute of it? Please! Have you seen Alessandro?”
I nodded with a smirk. “I actually tried flirting with him, but it didn’t work. I think Luca has made sure no man will ever flirt with me again.”
A few of them frowned. “What do you mean?” Samantha asked.
“He said once he had me, no other man could have me again. To be honest with you, I think it’s that way now. He’s going to flip about this. I know it.”
“That’s not good.” Belinda shook her head. “On the other hand, I could never envisage you taking any shit like that from anyone.”
I smiled as cheekily as I could. “Why do you think I’m here now?”
Belinda elbowed me. “Are you a glutton for punishment?”
I didn’t think before I blurted, “Hey, I’ll take any kind of punishment he wishes to dish out if it’s anything like it was this morning.”
Samantha’s eyes widened in delight. “That good, ha?”
I nodded, thinking what the hell. “Oh yes! I have never had an orgasm like it.”
“What did he do if you never had sex?” Huddling with all the girls, Samantha leaned in for my answer.
I leaned in myself to whisper. “Let’s just say he has a very talented tongue.”