by Cole, Fiona
“My parents live here, and that’s enough of a home-base for me.” I lifted the glass and sipped the spicy drink.
Daniel smirked. “Can’t exactly bring girls home to the parents’ house.”
I gave him my own smirk in return. “That’s what hotels are for. And I just so happen to own one. Two pretty soon.”
“You could always buy a place in my building. Olivia lives there too, so you can just join the brood, and we can slowly take over the entire building.”
Olivia. That name had haunted me for the past week. More, if I had to be honest. She’d been haunting me for over a year. At least then, she was just an elusive memory. Now, she was a tangible, in my face, temptation. One I had to ignore, specifically because of the man sitting across from me awaiting a response.
“Why pay rent if I’m not going to be here half the year?”
“Like you can’t afford it.”
I shrugged and drained my glass, setting it on the wooden side-table. I was happy with my situation. I could leave my meager belongings with my parents and stay there when I needed. If I had company, I always took them to the hotel. Nothing personal, just a fun romp for a day or two and an easy out. Just the way I liked it.
I’d done the whole house and serious relationship thing a long time ago. I was better off without it. I was happier without it.
“Hey, boys,” a husky voice greeted behind me.
Daniel smiled, and I knew I’d find a knockout brunette when I turned.
I wasn’t disappointed. Carina’s full lips were tipped in a barely-there smile, and an eyebrow cocked liked she’d find us boys up to no good. Mostly, she wouldn’t be wrong, but tonight we were just two men enjoying drinks at our club.
“Hey, Carina.” Daniel stood to give her a hug and gestured to the seat between us. “Did you have any trouble getting into the front?”
“Nope. Andre, let me in just fine. I come so often, I should just get a membership discount,” she said, winking at Daniel.
She leaned over to pull papers out of her briefcase. I tried to be a gentleman and not stare at the curve of her breast exposed by her low-cut shirt, but I couldn’t help myself. And when she leaned back up, she caught me staring and slapped the top of my head with her thick stack of paperwork.
“Ow.”
“Don’t be a pig.”
“Don’t be so gorgeous.”
She rolled her eyes and began setting up her computer. Men all around us stared. Her long brown hair swaying over her shoulders, made a man want to wrap it around his fist. But when I imagined it, the color of hair sliding through my fingers was blonde. When I jerked her head back and made her stare up at me, her eyes were a paler blue, her skin like porcelain rather than Carina’s tan.
“I don’t know why we couldn’t have met at the office,” Daniel said.
“Voyeur always makes everything more interesting. Why not include our business meetings?”
Carina opened files, pulling up numbers that her counterpart, Jake, had run for the probability of success for each marketing plan. She was efficient without judgment of our business, therefore making her the prime candidate to handle our future projects.
“We’re thinking of opening a club in New York.”
Her eyebrows rose high at the news. “Leaving Cincinnati?”
“No,” Daniel explained. “Just expanding.”
“I’m in the process of closing on a location for the next hotel,” I explained. “And we figured it was a perfect time and place to expand.”
“And we were wondering if you’d be willing to take on the business. Only you,” Daniel specified. Carina’s father, the owner of their marketing company, doubted Carina’s ability as a woman in the business field and tried to take the larger jobs for others. But we wanted to make sure she was the one handling us.
“Wow. Of course. I’d be honored to.” Her eyebrows lowered and lips pursed. “I’m in the middle of another large project, but I should be able to make the occasional trip out and do everything else from here.”
“Is Daddy letting you have another big project?”
She rolled her eyes. “Hardly. This one is more…freelance.”
“Interesting.”
“Can I get you anything to drink?” one of the waiters asked Carina.
“Just a water, please.”
“Olivia starts with you tomorrow, correct?” Daniel asked.
Less than twenty-four hours until I was around the girl who visited my dreams more than I’d like to admit.
“Yeah.”
“Why’d you hesitate?” Daniel asked.
I rubbed my thumb along my brow and thought of the best way to answer. Maybe try and find a valid reason out of this predicament. “I’m just worried she won’t get what she needs. We aren’t an up and running business yet, and I won’t be around as much.”
Daniel waved away my concerns. “She just needs to get a behind the scenes look, and what’s better than how one is set up. And just pass her off on Viv. She is your manager.”
“Who’s Olivia?” Carina asked.
“My niece. She’s a business major in her junior year and needs to shadow a business for a project.”
Carina snorted. “And you don’t think Kent will corrupt her? Lure her into where the real business is here at Voyeur.”
I almost choked on my own tongue.
“Yeah, right,” Daniel laughed. “Besides, she already knows about Voyeur. At least some of it.”
I busied myself with drinking the new glass of bourbon, not pulling my lips away from the edge just to keep my mouth busy and out of this conversation.
“And you’re not worried the notorious flirt won’t hit on such young prey,” Carina taunted. They were picking on me, making it a joke. But it felt like they were looking at my memories and pushing me to reveal it all.
“Ha!” Daniel barked a laugh. “While Kent is a womanizer, he’s always kept it above drinking age.”
God, help me.
As though my prayer was heard, a tall red-head came to stand beside my chair, her perfectly manicured nails scratching down my suit.
“Hey, Kent.”
My eyes scanned her body as I moved them up to meet hers. “Hey, Sara. Good to see you.”
She leaned down, giving me a more than generous look at her braless breasts and whispered in my ear. “I was hoping you could see more of me. Maybe in a private room?”
I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth and latched on to my opportunity to escape with both hands.
“Absolutely,” I said before capturing her plush bottom lip between my teeth. “Go make a selection and meet me in the back hall.”
She kissed the corner of my mouth and walked away.
“See,” Daniel said, gesturing with his glass to Sara’s retreating form. “He likes his women mature enough to handle him. Olivia wouldn’t be on his radar.”
On that note, I drained my second glass and stood to go. “Carina, as always, a pleasure to see you. Call me, and we can set up another meeting.” I turned to walk away but stopped and looked over my shoulder. “Enjoy a show on me tonight.”
Her smile was slow and devious. She’d had a rough year, and I was happy to give her anything to clear the shadows from her eyes.
Before I reached the end of the hall, where I could see a flame of red hair waiting for me, I dived into the supply room and scanned the shelves for a toy. I looked at the various dildos and vibrators with less interest than I’d usually feel. I closed my eyes and imagined heading into the room and feeling Sara’s soft body over mine, her warmth swallowing my length, the look of my handprint blooming along her skin. But none of it came.
Instead, Olivia’s sweet, but devious smile and innocent eyes, were all I could see staring down at me as I remembered the flavor of her cunt on my tongue.
“Fuck,” I grunted.
With a renewed focus to fuck Sara, I grabbed a large rotating vibrator and headed to my prize.
Once we e
ntered the room, she kissed down my neck, stripped me of my jacket, and groped for my cock. I dug my fingers in her hair and pressed her to the floor, leaning her back against the glass, separating us from the scene beyond.
I barely noticed the woman performing on the other side of the glass, bent over the bed as the man whipped her with the belt, between fingering her ass. Standing to my full height, I imagined doing the same to Sara and faltered. All I saw was blonde. Fucking blonde.
I tossed the toy to Sara. “Spread your legs and fuck yourself with this. Let me see it all and don’t come until I say to.”
Sara and I had met at Voyeur a few years ago and occasionally met up if the time worked. She was used to what I wanted, so it was easy with her. She knew how cruel I could be and loved every second of it.
Which made me not touching her perfect. She wouldn’t ask why I denied her my touch. She’d assume it was part of our game when, in reality, it was because I didn’t want to disrespect her by fucking her as I closed my eyes and imagined another.
She pulled her panties aside and slid the toy up and down her slit before pushing it all the way in.
I sat back in the chair and watched, occasionally stroking my cock through my pants, but never pulling it out. I made her play with herself until she was sweating, flushed, and writhing on the floor. I made her hold her orgasm off for the full forty-five minutes in the room. Made her listen to the couple’s moans as they got off. And then finally, I let her come. I relished in the cries she made, relished in the power that even without touching her, I made her come so hard.
When she was done, I stood and squatted down to her.
“Good girl.” I placed a soft kiss to her lips and pulled the dildo slowly from her body. Standing, I held a hand out to her and helped her readjust her clothes but had no intentions of staying. I pressed one more kiss to her forehead and walked out.
I went straight home and stripped my clothes. The hot water of the shower welcomed me—embraced me—as I gave in and stroked my cock to images of bending Olivia over a bed and whipping her with my belt, imagining her cries to stop and for more. I imagined her heat and moaned out my release, coating the shower walls with my cum, turning the water to scalding to wash away the evidence of what I’d done.
So I could go back to pretending it never happened.
5 Olivia
“You want to grab pizza for lunch?” Oaklyn asked me from the edge of my bed.
“Can’t.” I swiped my lips with a bold red. “I have my first day of interning.”
She perked up at that. “You finally found someone?”
“Yup. I ended up meeting Alexander at dinner, and I’m working with him.”
“Is he as old and boring as you imagined?” she asked, laughing.
I smiled, remembering my words describing who I thought Alexander would be. “Umm…” I paused, trying to figure out how to explain. But then I remembered it was my best friend behind me, who was currently living with our older professor. Hell, she’d probably fucked on his desk just yesterday. I didn’t need to filter my words. “No. He was actually the guy I slept with at Voyeur.”
She sat upright at that, her eyebrows trying to become one with her hairline. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah.” I turned to her and leaned my butt against the dresser. “Kent. Who is apparently really, Alexander Kent. My uncle’s best friend. Also, the other half investor in Voyeur. And a hotel entrepreneur.”
“That’s a lot for one man.”
I held up a finger. “Can’t forget the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“And he was at your parent’s house?” I could hear the laughter she fought to hold back.
“Trust me, it was more awkward than you’re imagining.”
“Next time, message me immediately, so I can enjoy the show.” She looked me up and down. “So, are you having sex with him again?”
Taking a deep breath, I pushed down the remaining disappointment that I couldn’t quite kick. “No. It was a one-time thing that was easy to do without all the complications staring us in the face.”
“You seem awfully excited about seeing him.”
I smirked, giving a careless shrug. “It’s the hotel, I swear.”
She gave me a deadpanned stare. “And are you wearing the extra tight skirt and red lipstick for the hotel too?”
“Got to make a good impression on my first day.” I turned around and stared at the blue eyes shining back in the mirror. They were wild and excited for the first time in years. But my eyes were easily drawn to my full red lips. Perfect. Exactly where I wanted the attention.
“Well, be careful. You wouldn’t want Daniel to find out.”
Looking over my shoulder, I reassured, “He won’t. Because it won’t happen again.”
* * *
My flats didn’t make a sound as I made my way from the carousel door to the man standing at the front desk.
He was hunched over with a woman next to him. One hand was resting on the table, his flexing forearms visible from where his dress shirt was rolled up. The other hand held a coffee, and I almost willed him to move it to his mouth, so I could watch his lips curl around the edge. Just the thought had me squirming.
The woman next to him, stood upright and noticed me first, giving me a bright smile. I almost faltered at how gorgeous she was. She screamed successful in her wide-leg slacks and cream silk blouse, and I couldn’t tell if I was jealous of her confidence or the way she seemed so familiar with Kent. Was she his girlfriend? Was he screwing her? Had he screwed her like he had me?
“You must be Olivia,” the tall brunette greeted me. “I’m Carina, the project manager. It’s nice to meet you.”
I saw Kent stand upright out of my peripheral, but I kept my attention focused on Carina. Kent didn’t want a repeat, and I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself by giving him every ounce of my attention. “Nice to meet you, Carina.”
She collected the papers spread out on the table, filled with colors and drawings. “I’ll get these organized and the final products ordered by the end of the week.” And then she turned and left me with nothing else to do but finally face Kent.
I gave him a bland smile—one I would have given to a stranger on the street. “Good morning, Mr. Kent.”
His mouth twitched as though he was fighting a smile, and as expected, his eyes dropped to my painted red lips. “Good morning, Olivia. And call me Kent.”
“So, what’s the plan for today?”
He stared for a long moment, his eyes assessing like if he looked long enough, he’d find an answer to a question I didn’t even know about. If I did know, I’d help him answer it. Anything to lower the intensity of his gaze.
I kept my face neutral, but I couldn’t stop the way my heart raced as the seconds ticked by. I couldn’t stop the way I breathed harder to get more oxygen to my lungs, bordering on panting.
Finally, he looked away and took another drink of his coffee. “I looked over the project outline you emailed last night, and I’m sure we can cross all these off before the deadline. We’re in the final stages of completion. It will be the perfect time for you to observe.” He moved to the back wall where a Keurig sat. “How do you like your coffee?”
He didn’t ask if I wanted coffee. Apparently, his dominance extended further than the bedroom. “Black, please.”
He froze and looked at me over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “I took you for a cream and sugar girl.”
“Black like my soul.”
He laughed and turned back to his task. Once the lid was firmly in place, he handed me my cup. I wanted to sigh when my fingers grazed his. The small touch was intimate and a reminder of how we were pretending we hadn’t touched before.
“I’ll take you around to meet everyone.” He stretched his arm out toward the back and fell in step beside me when I began walking. “I have a meeting, but Vivian is the hotel manager and will be able to help you with any questions.”
Thankfully, he wasn’t lo
oking and couldn’t see the frown I couldn’t stop. I was disappointed in myself for letting him simply not being there with me make me pout like a child. I didn’t get emotionally attached. There was no need. I was twenty and had plenty of time. I wasn’t in a rush to experience what Aaron had put me through two years ago.
Maybe I needed to take Aaron up on his offer and meet him tonight. I didn’t have to stay. I didn’t even need to have sex. Just go over, have him go down on me, and then get out. That idea had my frown turning upside down by the time we reached the rest of the workers.
Kent didn’t waste much time doing the introductions before leaving like the building was on fire. Vivian took over just as promised. She looked just as professional as Carina, but twice her age and half her height. The confidence was the same, and I admired her for it.
I didn’t expect much when I’d signed up for this, but I quickly found myself enjoying the topics. I asked more questions and actually made a suggestion to Vivian in one of their pow-wows. Her praise of my idea had me standing a little straighter. It had me eager for the months to come, and eagerness hadn’t been part of my emotional repertoire in longer than I could remember.
It was the end of the day, and I was standing at the front desk with my elbow resting on the table and my chin on my hand. I was so focused on scrolling through the finance setup that I didn’t even notice someone was behind me until a throat cleared roughly.
I checked over my shoulder to find Kent trying to keep his eyes from staring at my ass, perfectly displayed in the tight red pencil skirt.
“Like what you see?” I taunted.
He didn’t respond, but his mouth tipped on one side, and that was enough for me.
“How was today?” he asked.
“Good. Your hotel is more entertaining than I was expecting.”
“I aim to please.”
“I remember.”
Kent’s jaw ticked. He took a deep breath, but again, didn’t acknowledge my comment. “What are you looking at?”