Hotel Indigo by Aubrey Parker

Author:Aubrey Parker [Parker, Aubrey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: EROS
Published: 2016-09-10T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

LUCY

MARCO’S FACE IS IMPASSIVE. HE’S sitting on his stool like a lord, bare-chested, big arms crossed. His dark eyes are watching my body, making no attempt to hide his blatant staring at my chest.

“What did you say?” I ask.

“You heard me.

“Your note just said to be here. You told me to bring my swimsuit.”

“I did. Now take it off.”

I’m trying to summon anger. I don’t know why, but I can’t. Embarrassment is the closest I can come. The way we’re arranged is familiar: I’m like a patient up on one of those paper-lined exam tables and Marco is like a judgmental doctor.

Got yourself into a sticky situation, have you? I imagine him saying. That’s what you get for taking a strange guy in your mouth.

“Do it, Lucy. I won’t ask again.”

I need to storm out of here. This guy is bipolar or something. The first time I saw him, he was shouting and raising a scene. Then we had that botched massage, where he decided to psychoanalyze and presume to know me. I had to make him leave. Then he wants me, and I let him take me. After that, breakfast on a silver platter, accented with a fresh lily. And now this—these demands.

I’m Lucy White. Nobody tells me what to do.

But I don’t hop down or storm out.

Marco doesn’t flinch. His hard, dark eyes keep boring into me. I want to be angry, but can’t be. My mind is on last night, when Marco told me I couldn’t relax, then said I was doing better, before promising that he’d teach me how to relax even more.

The pressure inside me. The way every little movement brushes my clit’s hood against my suit bottoms. I’ve never felt so hot. All I can think of is rushing back to my room to take care of myself.

But instead, swallowing and looking away, I move my hands down and hook my thumbs under the strings at my hips. I glance up at Marco, see him watching intently and perhaps a bit impatiently.

I look away again, lift up just enough to slip my suit bottoms underneath me, then slide it down with my knees clamped together. After dropping my suit to the floor, I sit with my hands in my lap, cold and exposed.

“Now spread your legs.”

My joints don’t want to move. I insist, and my knees finally part a fraction of an inch. I force things to keep moving until I’m sitting there normally, legs neither open nor pinched closed, hands still in my lap. Marco is lower than me, looking up. Unless I reach between my legs to cover myself, he can see the lips of my pussy, and probably the wetness beading my skin.

“You’re not doing as I asked, Lucy.”

“Maybe if you said it nicely.”

He looks annoyed. “I don’t want to be nice to you right now. Just do it.”

I don’t know why, but I follow my orders. My legs open wider, and I watch him take me in, hungrily.

“Touch it for me.

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