Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Like what…?
Wait…do the bellboys give out sexual favors here too?
Oh dear god, I want to run far, far away.
What the hell am I doing here?
“No.” I force a smile. “I’m good.” I close the door of my suite and sit on the bed and look around. I’m at the Establishment, the kink hotel in Switzerland.
I flop back onto the bed and look up at the ceiling as I search for divine guidance. After going round and round for months, I knew if I didn’t do this now…that the wish list wouldn’t be completed. I have no idea if my future boyfriend or husband is going to be into it and if he isn’t, I can’t do it with someone else.
It will be too late.
I’m using my inheritance to do this, and I’m terrified and creeped out and I hate to admit it…a little excited.
I get up and turn on the taps as I run myself a deep bath. I sit on the edge as I wait for it to fill.
Tomorrow I meet him, Misty’s stranger. I smile as I think how proud she would be of me and even I have to admit, I’m a little proud of me too.
I pace back and forth in my room.
This was a bad, bad idea, what on earth was I thinking? There’s no way in hell that I can go through with this. I want to leave; I want to leave now.
He’s due any minute…my eyes dart to the door, if I just leave now, nobody would be any the wiser….
I’m wearing a black fitted dress and heels; my dark hair and makeup is done.
I’m even wearing lingerie and suspenders.
All I know about my date for the weekend is that he’s between twenty-five and thirty-seven, he’s heterosexual and that he wants to be pegged by a heterosexual woman.
Who is supposed to be me….
No names or personal information are going to be exchanged and this is the only time we will ever see each other.
I swallow the nervous lump in my throat.
I glance over to the black box that was delivered an hour ago. The equipment we need for the assignment.
Fuck…. I can’t even bring myself to open the box and look at it.
Bang, bang, bang…goes my heart.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I hold my temples as I imagine how horrifically bad this could be.
Knock, knock.
He’s here.
I glance to the window, wondering if I can jump out of it and escape.
Oh no, it’s too late to leave. I’ve wasted all my money on paying for something that I’m unsure if I’ll be able to go through with.
I open the door and am greeted by another bellboy wearing a white uniform.
“Good evening, Miss Doe.”
“Hello.”
He steps to the side to reveal the man standing behind him, our eyes meet and the air leaves my lungs.
Tall, dark hair, and handsome, with the biggest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
Utterly gorgeous.
We stare at each other as electricity crackles in the air between us.
“May I present Mr. Doe.”
CHAPTER TWO
ALORA
“Hello.” He holds out his hand to shake mine.
Oh, he’s English.
“Hello.”
A weird sense of déjà vu falls over me.
Wait…have we met before?
Mr. Doe’s eyes hold mine. “Leave us.”
I glance around as I suddenly realize the bellboy is still here.
“Yes, sir.” The bellboy turns to me and nods. “Dial nine if you need anything, Miss Doe.”
“Thank you.” I can’t even look the poor bellboy in the eye. Does he know the perverted shit we’re here to do?
Of course he does.
I just want the earth to swallow me whole, I’m very vanilla usually…I promise. What must he see working in a place like this?
The door closes as he leaves and we are left alone, I’m so nervous that I can hardly breathe.
Mr. Doe has a dominant power about him, why the hell would he be paying for sex?
He walks to the bar. “Would you like a drink?”
“Yes please,” I say timidly.
“What would you like?”
Cyanide sounds good.
“Umm….” I can’t even think, let alone string two words together. “Whatever will be fine.”
He stands with his back to me and as he pours our drinks my eyes roam over him. He’s tall, standing over six foot three with dark hair, and well built. His suit is perfectly fitted and something about his aura and the way he holds himself tells me he’s wealthy.
He turns and walks toward me with a crystal tumbler of amber fluid and ice. My heart somersaults in my chest as I take it from him.
He gestures to the table and chairs and we sit down opposite each other.
Just being close to this specimen of a man is unnerving.
“Thank you.” I take a sip and wince.
Fuck.
Tastes like gasoline, only stronger.
He sits back in his chair and sips his drink as his eyes hold mine.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump goes my poor panicked heart.
What’s he thinking?
An awkward silence hangs in the air between us and I just need to break the ice.