My Husband's Lesbian Boss: Book 1: After Party by Amanda Clover

Author:Amanda Clover [Clover, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-15T03:00:00+00:00

The Chesapeake Hotel

I chose a blue lace half-cup that looked almost like a sling for my perky breasts and barely covered my little areolas. The white accents seemed to emphasize the depth of my bust without falsely enhancing it with padding. I wore the matching boy shorts teasingly low and leaned over to inspect my derriere over my shoulder in the mirror. The blue lace cradled my ass and allowed a tantalizing bit of creamy, bikini-patterned cheek to peek out on each side.

I wore a flimsy, two-toned lavender and white summer dress over the bra and panty set and matched it with a high-heeled pair of sandals. It was not fancy, but I thought it qualified as something nice, and more importantly, I looked smoking hot. I let my long, blonde hair flow freely around my shoulders and I imagined Valerie behind me, grabbing a handful of my silky hair and jerking my head up as she delivered sharp swats to my firm ass.

“Punish me,” I moaned at my reflection in the mirror and wiggled my ass from side to side.

The lobby of the Chesapeake Hotel was an art deco masterpiece. I felt naked standing there in my short summer dress. To his credit, the night manager was very polite as I approached his desk.

“How can I help you, ma’am?” He asked with a smile.

“I’m, uh, here to see Miss Pryce,” I said. “I’m not sure which room she is—“

He reached under his desk and brought out a bouquet of red roses.

“These are for you,” he said. “Compliments of the hotel. Miss Pryce is waiting for you in the penthouse. She instructed me to send you up when you arrived. The elevator is just over there.”

“Oh, um, thank you,” I said. I held the bouquet against my chest. The rose petals brushed softly against my lips and chin. I started towards the elevator and the night manager followed alongside me.

“I will have Bianca bring up the champagne for your celebration,” he said as I stepped into the gilded elevator.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” I said.

“Very good, ma’am." He bowed, stepped back, and the door slid closed.

The elevator began to ascend. Classical music softly played through the elevator’s speakers, no match for the thumping drum of my heartbeat. I caught sight of my blurry reflection in the golden wall of the elevator. I was almost able to see Valerie’s hands on my body; I could almost feel her breath hot against my neck.

The doors opened on the penthouse level to a private, open-air lounge. Moonlight spilled over ferns and black iron benches. There was a stone path through gravel. Beyond this private garden, the glass walls of the penthouse glowed with light as golden as the lobby and the elevator. I saw Miss Pryce dressed in tight-fitting trousers and a scarlet blouse with a high collar. Her dark hair was pinned up in a bun. She seemed to be reading a magazine as I approached and knocked softly on the door.

She took her time to finish whatever she was reading.

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