Marie tucked her feet under her as she ate some dinner on the sofa. She had showered after leaving the hot tub and remained under the luxurious spray for as long as she could stand it. Her muscles relaxed and she decided to order in room service.
Gunthor had left her after he'd lured her in the hot tub. Business called him away, he said after receiving a phone call. She wondered if it had anything more to do with the company he bought from Stavros or something else. Whatever it had been, he'd gotten dressed quickly and had left, saying he'd be back later. She had the entire suite at her disposal and there was a five-star restaurant and entertainment lounge as she knew already.
Her stomach grumbled and she realized it had been a long time since lunch at the polo club. She'd burned up quite a few calories since then with two different men. Her cheeks flushed at the memories of what they'd been like. So different in style but wanting the same thing…her body…her pussy tingled at the thought. How could it not?
She'd been depressed when she'd first discovered that Chad hadn't been working late but had been fucking his associate underneath her nose. But after Gunthor deflowered her in his bed and Stavros went at her like a stallion would a mare in heat, she felt desirable to have spent time with two such powerful and wealthy men. Virile and aggressive, relentless in getting what they wanted, fear and intense desire intertwined inside her body at the thought that what they wanted had been her.
After looking at the menu, she ordered medium rare stake and baked potato with trimmings. A bottle of wine from the wet bar would suffice and later, some dessert. Then afterward…maybe she would go down to the longue and listen to some classical music. A perfect way to unwind until Gunthor's return.
Then she heard her own phone ring, and remembered that she'd brought it. She hadn't given it much thought, been too busy wrapped up in what had unfolded at the hotel. But she walked over and picked it up and her eyes widened.
She felt irritation well up inside of her. Why the hell was he calling her…here? But then she realized he didn't know where she was this weekend. Not really. After all, it was supposed to be him spending time with her in a hotel room not her boss…but Chad had his chance and he'd blown it by being such a lying cheat. She really should not answer his call, should just ignore it and then check later to see if he left a voice mail.
Then just delete it without listening to it. Out of sight, out of mind….right?
Instead she clicked the button before it stopped ringing.
"Marie...is that you?"
"Of course it is," she said, "You called me didn't you?"
A pause followed.
"Yes…I've been working late and I was thinking about you."
She froze when she heard those words, knowing he was lying to her about what he was really doing. Working late, how could he say that when she knew that all this time he'd been cheating on her with Sandra? Not to mention that he'd shared her with Stavros.
"Yeah…really," he said, "Sandra and I have been working very hard on that project I told you about…the one for the new product."
Oh yeah, she remembered the story he'd told her, the bill of good he'd tried to sell her about how he had to stay late at work to meet a deadline on his work product. But that the bonus and other benefits would be well worth it…for both of them. Yes, he might not be able to spend as much time with her right now but he'd make up for it later.
She had believed him back then. She didn't believe him now.
"Sure…yeah Chad…you've been working real hard."
He paused on his end.
"Really, Marie I've been so busy…"
"Oh cut the crap Chad," she said, "You were busy with Sandra only it wasn't work."
"What do you mean…busy," he said, "We've put in a lot of hours on this project."
"No you haven't," she said, "You've spent most of the time fucking each other."
She knew she had shocked him when he didn't answer immediately even to deny it. She knew after he recovered, he'd weigh his words carefully. But oh, she had him, because she knew the sordid truth now.
"Marie…I don't know what someone told you…"
"I just know Chad…I know you fucked her more than once," she said, "and I even know that one time another man was there."
"What…what the hell are you talking about Marie?"
She paused. His voice sounded incredulous; oh he was going hard on the denial. He must really think she was stupid. He'd been playing her as being so naïve she wouldn't see what he'd really been up while he'd been away.
"You fucked Sandra and another guy fucked her too," Marie said, "I know all about it and I just wish you'd go back and fuck her and leave me alone."
"Marie what the hell…and since when have you used words like that?"
She knew when but she didn't feel like telling him.
"I'm hanging up now Chad."
"But Marie…I need to talk to you," he said, "Where are you?"
"That's none of your business," she said, "I don't want to see or talk with you. I want you just to stay away. Go back and do what you've been doing and then lying to me about it."
She clicked off the phone and looked at it. Not exactly what she had expected from her cheating ex. She thought he'd be perfectly happy to cut her loose now that he had a ready and willing woman in his bed. But then was it her fault for holding out on him, she guessed not because after all if he was in such a rush to cheat, he wasn't worth being her first lover.
Room service delivered her food on a fancy cart and the waiter placed it on a table for her. It smelled delicious when he lifted the covers and her mouth watered. She knew the food here was the best in town and she looked forward to eating and then maybe heading on down to the longue for a spell. Her conversation with Chad had left her agitated. The way he'd sounded when he didn't want her to cut him off in the middle. The middle of what…because if he was going to soften what he did to her, she didn't want to listen…and if she thought about what she'd done with Gunthor and then Stavros… She didn't exactly look like the innocent party.
She ate her steak trying to push all thoughts of Chad out of her head. For all she knew within minutes of the phone call ending, he had returned between the sheets with Sandra. Would they be alone or would someone join them?
The food was tasty and when she finished, she went to find herself something nice but comfortable to wear downstairs. She looked into the dressing room next to the bathroom and found a slinky black dress hanging over a chair and some heels on the floor. The fabric of the dress felt silky beneath her fingertips and she noticed that a black bra and panty set was there as well, trimmed with what looked like lace.
Gunthor must have picked it out which meant he had plans when he returned from work. Perhaps he would join her there. That sent tremors of delight through her; the anticipation of seeing him again thrilled her. She slipped the panties on and then the bra before sliding the dress over her head where it hugged her figure. He'd left her some jewelry too on the bureau and she slipped on a bracelet made of gold with small diamonds.
She'd look lovely when she went into the lounge but she'd keep to herself, waiting for him to walk in and join her.
After fixing her hair so that it curled over her shoulders, she went downstairs to the longue where she saw Roger sitting there with a woman she didn't recognize. Icy blonde hair in a coif like Grace Kelly, slender with a blue dress that flared on the bottom, she just glanced up at Marie without smiling. Roger nodded.
"You're looking lovely tonight Marie…did Gunthor leave you alone?"
She smiled at him.
"He's got some business but he'll return," she said, "I thought I'd just relax and enjoy the music."
"Ah yes…why don't you join us?"
Marie thought about it but the way that Roger looked at her. He's been one of those that Gunthor said had wanted her enough to pay a high price. She didn't want to know how much. But he knew she was with Gunthor so he'd keep his distance.
"This is Tawny," Roger said, "She's my date for the night."
Marie didn't know how to respond. This world of theirs, she still didn't understand.
The other woman just looked at her almost in contempt. She dripped with jewelry on her arms, neck and earlobes. Diamonds and rubies interlaced with gold strands, she wondered if Roger had paid for all of it.
"She's had a busy day before she even got here."
Marie knew her own day had been busy and wondered if Tawny had also spent the day with two different men.
"Yes…I had a fashion show," Tawny said, "I'm a model…I do lingerie."
"Only the most expensive lines," he said, "You should see the new products."
Marie suspected she might be wearing some of it right now. The lingerie that Gunthor had bought and left for her had to be among the most expensive at Rodeo Drive or someplace like that. She wondered if wearing it made her a whore…after all, what she had worn at the polo club had been pricier.
And Gunthor hadn't even had a chance to peel it off of her. That had been Stavros who had unwrapped her like a present before taking her to the stall. Her skin prickled at the way he had looked at her before her lingerie slid off her body, his hands so smooth so sure it seemed of its own volition.
It suddenly felt hot in the longue and she didn't want Roger to know that just the memory of the way Stavros had looked at her made her panties damp. But Gunthor had his own way of making her wet too, between the two men she'd been wrung out even as the pleasure had been overwhelming.
"You are thinking about him?"
She turned to look at Tawny who was sitting alone with her. Roger must have left without her knowing.
"I'm thinking about something else," she lied, "When Gunthor's not here I don't think about him."
"Liar…I imagine you're sitting there wondering what he's doing right now."
Marie narrowed her eyes.
"Not really…he's busy with his company and I'm sitting here enjoying myself."
"That's what they all say," she said, "You think you're the only woman who's been here while he's been conducting business?"
"Probably not but I'm enjoying myself," she said, "and he'll be back when he's done."
"Yeah…his kind of business keeps him very busy," she said, "But then again it depends on which business you're dealing with."
Marie tilted her face.
"What do you mean…"
Tawny sipped from her glass looking at her.
"There are parts of Gunthor's…business you know nothing about…"
"I hardly believe that," Marie said, "I work with him."
Tawny smiled wider.
"Yes of course…you're the intern right?"
Marie felt irritation prickle at her and she thought the woman presumptuous and rude. But something nagged at her about what she said. What kind of business was she alluding at? She rubbed her forehead suddenly wanting to leave…because she knew that on some level, Tawny toyed with her. Why, she didn't know and she didn't particularly care.
"I guess I'll…"
She started to stand up and then Tawny folded her arms.
"Look who's here…"
Marie looked where Tawny did and saw him standing by the doorway, dressed in black watching her.
Her blood quickened…she felt even warmer as she stared back at him.