Harlow, Jacinta told me that you're really into RH books. These are a couple she said she had read and would recommend. Xoxo
Grabbing out the books, the lube, and the clit toy, I throw them on my bed and head to the bathroom for a shower. I’d like some background noise, so I pick up the remote from the table and start pressing buttons, hoping something will turn on. But as I hit a big green button, a whirring noise sounds and down from the roof drops a large screen tv. With another click, it turns on, and imagine my surprise when a menu of porn streaming sites pops down. There’s also Netflix and other movie streaming channels, but the majority is porn. There’s even a couple of hentai sites. Looking between the tv and the door, I wonder how soundproof the rooms are.Maybe I’ll just wait until I’ve had my shower.
Throwing the remote on the bed with the other things, I enter the bathroom. Like everything else, it’s beautifully designed, with dark grays and black marble. A large bath is the focal point of the room, with a door leading to a separate toilet. There’s a vanity with a large mirror, and the shower is a glassed masterpiece tucked around another marble tiled wall. You need to press buttons to get it to work, and when it does, a rainfall of water pours from the ceiling. Getting undressed, I make the most of the amazing shower without worrying about how much hot water I use, unlike my little one back home in the stables.
My mind blanking of everything, I feel the tension leave my body. I’m truly relaxed for the first time in weeks. It’s been nice not constantly looking over my shoulder today, worrying about when the stalker may strike next, and my mind drifts to my two companions and all the things we could get up to over the next couple of days. I’m hoping I can convince Jaxon to give me a tour of the hotel since there are no guests at this stage. It might not be the most glamorous way to spend our time, but I want to appreciate every chance that I have to hang out with him. It’s an investment in building something, I hope.
Climbing out and drying off, I wipe some of the condensation off the mirror and really look at myself. Do I look any different after all that has happened in such a short period of time? Cleaning my teeth, I think back over the last couple of weeks. I’ve made new friends, and I’m pretty sure they're going to be solid and reliable friends, not just the type that flit in and out of your life. I’ve made huge inroads into developing a solid and loving relationship with the man I had wished so hard for all my life. And I’ve opened my mind to relationships of a more intimate nature than I’ve ever had before. Based on all of that, I almost feel like I should be unrecognizable. But as I study myself, I still see that unsure girl who got onto the plane what feels so long ago even though I no longer feel the same.
A self-satisfied grin crosses my mouth as I finish my teeth. Blowing that girl in the mirror a kiss, I walk naked back out to the bedroom, throwing myself down on the bed. Flicking through the porn menu, I make sure the volume level isn't too loud just in case the walls are thin. A sigh escapes as I settle back into a comfortable position, ready to take care of some of the sexual frustration that has been building up for weeks. Oliver’s fingers helped this morning, but it only took the edge off, so let’s see if I can help a little more.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Harlow
The following morning, I’m up early, having slept like a log thanks to that godly mattress. I'd been concerned that I wouldn't, having slept with Declan one night and then Oliver the next, but I guess knowing I'm thousands of miles away from the stalker made it that much easier. And maybe the self-care helped just a little as well.
After showering, I change into a pair of denim shorts, a cute yellow tank top with a hibiscus on it, and my new sneakers. I shove my swimsuit into my backpack, along with some sandals, and head downstairs, ready to check out the breakfast tasting menu.
Well placed signs show me the way and I find them both in the empty dining room at a large table covered in delicious-looking dishes, I give them both a kiss on the cheek before sitting myself in a seat in between them.
“Sleep well, Harlow?” Kai asks innocently enough, and when I glance between the two of them, they don’t look like they're insinuating anything.
“Yeah, slept like a baby for the first time since this thing with the stalker all started.” Then a thought occurs to me, and I add, as casually as I can, “Hey, Jaxon, are all the rooms soundproof?” I got pretty loud last night while caring for myself, and I swear that clit toy almost made me pass out. Now, whether I’m hoping they heard me or not, I’m undecided. I like this slow easing into things situation we’ve got going on, but I also wouldn’t mind teasing the fuck out of them.
“Oh yeah, completely soundproof except for the couple of voyeuristic rooms. It’s a set of three rooms that all have two-way mirrors for walls. They have the ability to turn it on and off as needed, and there are also speakers for the sound. Some people are into that kind of thing and get off on strangers watching them.”
A small sigh escapes my mouth when he says this, and of course it doesn’t go unnoticed. I’m finding that outside of their initial gold digger assumptions, the Summers men seem to pay too much attention to me. Kai shoots me a cheeky wink but doesn't say anything. Turning back to Jaxon, I take advantage of his excitement to tell us about this new venture of his.
“So, tell me more about your great aunt and the Sugar and Spice empire. I mean, I know about the sex toy stores, but tell me about the other thing,” I ask while I dish myself some food. It looks like a frittata of some kind with mini tomatoes, spanish sausage, and layers of potato.
“The Sugar and Spice club in Vegas is basically a high-end sex club and brothel. They also provide high-end escorts for important people who want eye candy on their arm for important events. They get all the newsworthy press of a beautiful companion without the stress and pressure of a relationship.” Jaxon leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his coffee, not in the least shying away from the topic. “Aunt Merideth’s girls and guys are sexy and intelligent, and you would never guess they were paid to be there. Aunt Merideth has always been ahead of her time, so of course, she saw a niche market and decided to fill it. The fact that she was a woman getting involved in the sex industry shocked a lot of people, which is stupid because there have been women madams around for a very long time. She just made it into more. And you know what people are like, the more exclusive and secretive it is, the more rich, bored people flock to it. Although her member list is top secret, I’ve seen someveryfamous people making use of her facilities with my own two eyes.”
Unwilling to sit back, Kai finishes his pastry and jumps into the conversation. “And her staff are extremely discreet. They all sign NDAs and are aware that she has the money and power behind her to have them enforced, not that it’s ever been a concern. She looks after them, so none of them would betray her. Not to mention, she vets every single one of them beforehand to avoid any issues with mental or emotional instability. All of her sex workers are there because they like sex, not because they haven’t got any other option. Same with the strippers and other staff. They love working for her, and even if it’s only a job while they attend college, they’re well paid and don't want for anything. The only rule she has is no committed relationships while working for her. Boyfriends and girlfriends can become extreme complications.”
“The chain of stores is a relatively new venture, but let’s face it, sex sells, and people are a lot more adventurous these days. It’s mostly online sales, and she has a huge warehouse and a team of packers, but the couple of high-end stores do a roaring trade as well. She even has a design and technology team that create their own sex toys, and they’re also working on virtual technology which is where they think the future of everything is going.”
By the time I’m finished trying everything, I’m worried I’m not going to be able to get myself into the Jeep, but at least I can say that both food and conversation were fantastic. Saying goodbye to Jaxon, we make our way downstairs.
Kai snorts with laughter as I haul myself into the passenger seat and strap myself in while groaning and rubbing my stomach. Still chuckling, he starts up the car and pulls out of the underground parking. He’s put the top down today, so as we start moving my hair blows around and into my face. But when we emerge out into the open, the sun is shining, there's no wind, and it just seems like a perfect start to the day.
“That chef of Jaxon’s was a food master, wasn't he?” Kai teases as he heads away from Waikiki Beach.
“God yes, I’d gain a thousand pounds if I ate that kind of breakfast every day,” I groan, wincing at the thought of everything I’d shoveled into my mouth.
“Somehow I doubt that very much,” Kai comments, giving my figure a quick heated glance. “So the drive out to the North Shore takes about an hour. We’re going to sit and watch the surfers at Pipeline for a little while, and then we’re going to meet the two guys at a restaurant not far from there to talk to them.”
“Tell me about your extreme sports teams. Are they pro surfers?”
“Yes, in the past I’ve used individuals to promote Neighpalm Energy Drink, but this time around, I want to create teams that travel together, live together,andplay together. I think it will create a more cohesive dynamic. It’s easy with the winter sports guys because the events they compete in usually include a range of sports, but the summer sports are a little trickier. Surfers stick to surf competitions, and mountain bikers and motocross guys stick to their own comps. So I wanted to put together a team of guys who were comfortable competing in all sports. I’m not necessarily looking for pros, more like adrenaline junkies that will try anything. They won’t be competing so much as traveling and trying things all over the world. I think these two are going to fit my summer team perfectly. They’re a set of brothers, twins actually, and they come from a wealthy enough background that they don’t need to work.” He looks at me to see my reaction, his eyes darting back to the road a moment later. I guess my expression gave me away.
“I know what you’re thinking because I thought the same thing before I researched their background. But they're actually not privileged assholes. When they're not taking part in death-defying sports, they do a lot of volunteer work in whatever country they happen to be in. They also give a lot to their local community and have established a youth rec center in their hometown, giving bored kids the chance to get out of the house and off the streets. It has mini golf, laser tag, archery, trampolining, and there’s even an American Ninja-style course. They offer martial arts lessons, and there’s also an arts and crafts center, as well as a kitchen where children can learn to cook. All the food cooked in their lessons is donated to homeless people in the nearby area.”
“Wow, that’s amazing! More places need to run these kinds of programs. Have you ever thought about sponsoring them or partnering with them to make this a more country-wide initiative?” I ask, though his broad smile answers that question.
“I’m already ahead of you. That’s one of things I want to discuss with them during the meeting today.” He sounds excited and pleased, though I’m not sure which part is causing each reaction. Is he more excited about the possibility or the fact that I’m genuinely interested in his plans?
Before I know it, the drive is over and Kai is pulling the Jeep into an empty parking space close to the famous surf break. Jumping out, he gestures to my backpack. “Bring that. I can’t lock the car without the roof on, so it’s best not to leave anything in it.” He reaches into the backseat and grabs out a few towels, a tube of sunscreen, and a couple of bottles of water for us both. “Can you throw these in your backpack?” he asks, passing everything over. He places a set of binoculars around his neck so that they rest over the Neighpalm Energy Drink logo on the shirt he’s wearing today. With a firm grasp of my hand, he starts leading me toward the beach.
