I hummed and humped harder, feeling my nipples grow hard beneath my bra. I grabbed his hand and tucked it under my shirt, coaxing him to grab me. He followed suit without argument and massaged my breast as he humped harder. I could feel him tensing now. I think he was about to bust. I could feel us working towards the same explosion, moaning together and becoming one.
When I heard applause ripple through the ballroom, my eyes cracked open, and I noticed the shadows gathering around the door. I shoved Arthur and hopped down from the counter, embarrassed. I speed-walked my way across the kitchen and towards the bathrooms, grabbing my bag along the way with extra pants inside. I pushed into the women's restroom and leaned against the counter, staring at my reflection.
My face was red.
My heart pumped madly inside my chest, threatening to pop out. As I dug through my bag for my pants, my legs shook violently, threatening to give out underneath me. I had to pause again and lean on the counter for relief, reaching for the faucet at the same time to get some water. I splashed the cool liquid all over my face and steadied my breathing, feeling less nauseous the more I splashed it on my face.
“God,” I groaned. “What the hell are they doing to me?”
I glanced at my reflection again and noticed the smile on my lips. I had liked that so much that I considered all the ways I could make it happen again. Elijah had said he required my presence at his mansion which meant I would be up for more teasing...but how far would I let it go this time?
I thought about the club and that secret room with our incredible encounter. Since then, I had visions of it repeating in my head but with different endings. I could picture us intertwined in my head in all sorts of positions, and I wanted to enact them as well as get rid of them. This confusion was driving me wild.
It wasn't Arthur's fault that he had left me hanging, nor was it Elijah's fault that he had to disappear. He had stopped when I showed hesitation. That meant a lot. And Arthur—I think if he humped anymore, I would have busted right there in the kitchen. I tapped the counter while thinking about inviting them in here to finish me off.
No, I opposed. You can do that yourself.
But I didn't want to do it myself.
I wanted them.
Chapter 10
Arthur
After the gala event, I felt like my entire lower extremities were swollen. Most of me felt like it was going to burst if I didn't get any kind of release—and I think everybody around me could feel it.
I know Elijah did.
“Stop fumbling with your tie. You look fine,” he chided.
“Don't tell me what to do.” I played with the knot. “God, I hate these things.”
“Then, take it off.”
“I want to look nice.”
“What? For Belle?”
I eyed him cautiously. “No, for the fucking Queen of England. Of course, Belle!”
He rolled his eyes and shuffled next to me in the mirror, taking up more space than he needed. I shot him a sharp look and went back to fixing my tie, growing more frustrated when I couldn't get the knot to sit properly.
“Fuck it,” I proclaimed as I tore it from around my neck. “Just fuck it.”
“I take it you didn't get anywhere close with her either.”
“No,” I snarled. I took a breath and let it out slowly, closing my eyes and lowering my voice. “She didn't get off either.”
“I suppose we'll have to change that today.”
“But this meeting—it's more important than Christmas.”
“Nothing is more important than Belle,” he stated confidently while fluidly pulling his tie into a fine knot. “We will figure something out.”
“Sure thing, boss.”
He angrily glared in my direction before returning to his reflection, smoothing the thighs of his pants. When he was finished, he abruptly walked from the room. I followed him while still fumbling with my tie, attempting to pull it into a knot that was at least mostly presentable. As I wandered down the carpeted stairs of our mansion, I heard the doorbell chime. It seemed like our guests were already here.
“Shit,” I grunted. “Is Belle here yet?”
“She's in the kitchen.”
“Great—fantastic. I'll make sure the dining room is prepared.”
Elijah instructed our butler to get the door as I went through the double oak wood doors into our lavish dining room. I studied the rich chocolate brown table that was set up with white doilies and a porcelain tea set. Sighing with relief, I went over to the mirror near the kitchen and fixated on my tie, determined to make a good impression.
“Do you need help with that?”
I paused. “Sure.”
Without hesitation, Belle came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my arms. I watched as her delicate fingers easily drew the tie into a series of loops and finally tugged it into a fanciful knot. I gaped at her hands.
“How did you do that?” I asked.
“I had four older brothers.”
“Four?”
She hummed. “They were always going to prom before me.”
“Didn't your mother help them?”
She shrugged. “She was always working.”
“So, you naturally became their mother.”
“I suppose. You could say that.”
As she moved to head back into the kitchen, I gently caught her arm. “Say...could you meet us later? Upstairs?”
“For what?”
Her eyes twinkled. I could see the shimmer of curiosity still there and felt a pang of arousal rip through my gut. Fuck, I wanted her now.
“A meeting,” I replied. “We'd like to go over your schedule.”
“Sure.”
With a grin, she disappeared, leaving me breathless in the dining room as Elijah bustled in with our guests from China. I bowed my head respectful to Mr. Chang and gestured to the table where the tea was already set up. Just as we were taking our seats, our servants began filing food out to fill the rest of the table.
“Mr. Chang, did you have a good flight in?” I inquired as I began pouring tea for all of us.
“Yes, I did. It was beautiful,” he replied. “And this estate—what a sight!”
“Well, it's more than just an estate. We like to call it home.”
“I only ever feel at home when I'm with my wife. It doesn't matter where we are.”
I smiled warmly and nodded, but felt my stomach twist up. I glanced towards the kitchen—what was Belle doing beyond those doors? Was she bent over the counter with a lock of blue hair hanging over her eyes, forehead scrunched up in concentration? I tried to imagine her and immediately lost track of the conversation. When I tuned back in, nothing made sense.
“The stocks here are excellent,” Elijah stated. “There's nothing like them.”
"We love doing business with America, but we're hesitant about your company," Mr. Chang admitted. "How could you guarantee profit in China for you and for us?"
“We have quite a high retention rate on clientele,” Elijah explained.
“In America, yes. But could you anticipate that overseas?”
I sighed, feeling bored by the conversation. Business was per usual, and I wasn't necessarily interested in it at the moment. I wanted to find an excuse to sneak into the kitchen. Something about the way Mr. Chang spoke of his wife made me long for Belle. It was strange – no one had ever had this effect on me before. Not like this.
“And what about you, Mr. Ortega? After all, the hotels are named after you.”
I redirected my gaze slowly to Mr. Chang and smiled, acting like I hadn't missed a beat. “I think with our combined efforts, we can accomplish just about anything. We have high retention, extensive high maintenance clientele who tip generously, and investors who wish nothing more than to see us prevail—both of us.”
Mr. Chang nodded thoughtfully. “Could I see the numbers?”
I slipped a folder from my briefcase across the table with a confident grin, feeling s
ure that Mr. Chang would take our bait. We didn't fudge numbers, and we didn't lie. Elijah and I were business giants, knowing every single ebb and flow of every stock and every sale. We knew exactly how to invest, how to flip with the biggest profit in mind, and how to be eco-friendly all at the same time.
“Impressive,” Mr. Chang commented as he looked over the spreadsheet. “Your energy costs were cut in half over the last ten years. How did you manage that?”
I zoned out again, letting Elijah take the ball on this round. I couldn't help that my eyes kept wandering over to the kitchen doors, expecting to see Belle appear in one of the round windows. As dessert came out on carts, I didn't mind the cake set in front of me. I didn't really want it.
I had something else that was sweeter in mind.
“Would you gentlemen excuse me for a moment?” I said as I rose from my chair.
I bowed my head towards Mr. Chang and went out the double doors into the main area of the mansion, heading to the hall just beside the stairs where there was a panel that led into the kitchen. Inside, I found Belle on earphones moving fluidly about the kitchen and swinging her hips. She had a broom in her hands, and she was sweeping up some of the mess made from cooking.
I smiled.
Wordlessly, I crossed the room and gently placed my hands on her hips, joining in her swaying dance. I swung my hips with hers, holding her thighs gently as I listened to the music softly come through her earbuds. She plucked one of them out of her ears and cocked her head towards me to say "don't you have a client to entertain?"
I laughed. “That's not really my concern right now.”
“Well, it should be your concern,” she said. “It's part of your business to be concerned, isn't it?”
“It doesn't matter right now—I just want to spend a little time with you.”
“What makes you say that…?”
I disregarded her question and slid my fingers down her thighs, searching for the secret and tantalizing areas that I knew would arouse her. I tucked my nose into her neck and inhaled the sweet scent of Belle, that intoxicating mixture of jasmine and vanilla oil that was what had me hooked, to begin with.
It wasn't just her looks, or legs, or her sweet pussy that I knew was hiding underneath her work pants—oh, no, it was none of that. There was something about her that was intoxicating. It was much more than just her perfume and the way that she batted her eyelids at me while she was receiving pleasure.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something about the way Mr. Chang nonchalantly mentioned his wife made me think of Belle. And it made me think of all the things that could potentially come from this. I knew that her pureness was nothing to fuck with, even as much as I wanted to fuck with it, and I knew that pushing her boundaries would only push her away.
I just wanted to know more. I wanted to know every single crevice of her body. I wanted to get to know every little thought that went through her mind when I touched her. I had to know.
It was what drove me.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
I hissed as I dragged the tip of my nose up her neck to her earlobe and nudged the skin there. “Does it matter?”
She sighed while I continued to nibble on her skin. I dragged my fingers up the inside of her thighs, moving towards that triangle that would lead up to her hips. I traced the divot of her legs and hips while pressing my lips to her neck.
I could hear laughter on the other side of the door, but I completely disregarded it in favor of my own pleasure. My cock was already growing hard in my pants, and I pressed it to her ass, continuing to gently sway to the music that was still playing over her earphones.
She groaned when I licked her earlobe.
I wanted to spread her out on the ground and shove my hands underneath her clothes, but I knew the servants would come back soon with the dishes from dessert. I had very little time to be here. I wanted to make it count.
I slid my hand up her chest and over her small breasts, carving a path up to her neck where I gently applied pressure to either side of her throat. She hummed while I did this, not opposing me or my touch while resting her head in the nook of my neck. I cradled her here in this position as I intermittently squeezed and released her throat, savoring the hiss of air that escaped every time I allowed her to breathe.
She was magnificent when she was under my spell. It only prompted me to move further, to push her against the counter and pin her in place.
“Well,” I sighed. “Here we are again, my sweet little one.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Whatever you want...”
She wrapped her arm around the back of my neck and hugged me close, pushing my nose back into her neck while my hand slipped back down to her breasts. She sighed contentedly as I rubbed her into submission, repeating the motions that I had done the other night. But before I could really get into it, I felt a prickling sensation on the back of my neck. It felt like I was being watched.
I slipped away from here just as quickly as I came. And as I headed for the panel door to go back out where I had come, she took my hand and stopped me.
“This meeting later,” she began. “What does it really have to do with?”
I smirked as I turned slightly, letting her fingers tangle with mine. There was a lock of blue hair hanging over her eyes as I had anticipated and it looked just as gorgeous as it had in my mind. I tucked it behind her ear and let my thumb drag down the length of her cheek, bringing my thumb to rest on her bottom lip. I lovingly stroked her mouth open.
“That's for me to know, little one,” I replied. “Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Just clean up the kitchen and make sure everybody is happy out there.”
Without another word, I turned on my heel and returned out to the hall. As the panel shut behind me, I felt a strange sensation in my gut, perhaps something of a void. Did I really feel that empty without her?
Back to the dining room, I went to rejoin the conversation that was happening. It seemed like everybody was lively and full of joy, laughing as Elijah poured some more wine into three glasses. I wasn't really up for it though. I exchanged glances with my best friend, and I think he read what I was thinking. I think it was written all over my face.
“Artie, won't you join us for a drink?” he expressed joyfully.
“Of course, brother.”
Mr. Chang smiled at me and said, “Who in the world do you have in that kitchen? They are absolutely talented at recreating one of my favorite desserts from my childhood.”
“That would be Belle,” Elijah replied. “She's probably the most talented caterer in the entire San Francisco district—perhaps even the world.”
“That's a bold statement,” Mr. Chang commented.
“You should really see her work,” I added. “She's quite the culinary artist.”
"I'd really love to meet her if we have the chance tonight. Perhaps she could join us for a drink."
Elijah and I exchanged glances again. This may not actually be a good idea; however, we did want to impress our client. Elijah nodded toward one of the servants standing in the corner, and the servant disappeared into the kitchen. Within seconds, Belle was at the table with us holding her own crystalline glass that was quickly filling with red wine.
She didn't look at all caught off guard. I suppose maybe this sort of thing has happened to her before. But I couldn't really pretend to know. Her face was kind of blank.
“Miss Bell,” Mr. Chang cooed. “Where in the world did you study the culinary arts?”
"Well, I originally studied in Alabama. My father was quite gifted with the kitchen knife, and he always had an eye for decorating cakes. That's kind of where I got the eye for it."
"I'm honestly impressed with how well your presentation is. Your food is absolutely delicious, and you're drop-dead gorgeous. Do you have a husband by now?"
I twitched at the question, noticing that Belle had the same reaction. But she didn't bat
an eye in his direction. She honored the question by with a reply:
“No, I do not have a husband. And I'm not necessarily interested in having one anytime soon.”
My heart sank at the sound of it. And I honestly have no idea why. I didn't have any interest in marriage either. Why was I so disappointed?
And then it struck me—I wanted her for more than a mere threesome with my best friend.
I wanted her for life.
Chapter 11
Elijah
Here's where things were starting to get particularly interesting—I could tell that even though Mr. Chang had just announced that he had a wife at home somewhere who was probably raising his children by herself, he was definitely giving Belle daggers for eyes across the table. And, my God, our sweet little girl sitting innocently in her chair with a glass of red wine perched between her fingers didn't even flinch for a second.
It was sexy.
“Why wouldn't you want a husband?” Mr. Chang pressed. “I'm sure with your skills that he would be very pleased.”
“I don't see why I need to offer my skills to anyone to please them. I would hope that they would like me for who I am.”
Mr. Chang raised his eyebrows, clearly interested in having more talk time with Belle, but I wasn't about to allow that to happen. I rose for my chair and very aggressively ushered Mr. Chang into the living room where our servants have already set out cups of coffee for us to drink.
I listened as Belle and Arthur hung back and whispered in the main hall. When they finally joined us in the living room, I turned to Belle and said, “Don't you need to clean up the kitchen?”
“Of course, sir,” she replied as she bowed her head forward. “I'll get to it right away.”
I turned back to Mr. Chang who looked after Belle, likely focusing on her bottom that was swaying away towards the kitchen. I shifted so that I was in the way of his view.
“So, what do you think Mr. Chang?” I inquired.
Mr. Chang took a moment to sit up and readjust himself. When he did, he raised his cup of coffee and nodded. “I'm delighted to say I'd love to do business with you.”
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