Audrey snorts.
“That’s the clingy rich bitch.”
I squint, but no matter how many times I replay the video, I don’t know what makes her so certain.The woman wears a hotel staff uniform, complete with a white long-sleeved undershirt, grey vest, black tie, wide-leg black pants, and high heels.The only thing to set her apart from a worker is the baseball cap on her head, and she keeps her face averted from the cameras.
Audrey pauses the video and points at the woman’s shoes.
“I’ll never forget the way those looked when she fell on the floor.And the hair.I think I still have gel trapped in between my fingers from that monstrosity.”
I huff in amusement.
“Clingy rich bitch, eh?”
Audrey rolls her eyes.
“You’re the one who never told me her name, and I’m damned sure not looking her up.”
She crosses her arms over her chest.Her robe slips open and reveals a delicious amount of cleavage.
I tease my fingers along her upper chest.
“I like clingy rich bitch.It fits her well,” I murmur.
Audrey grabs my wrist and tugs my hand away from her.
“I don’t want to be here anymore.Let’s go home,” she says.
A low note of pleasure escapes my chest.
“Home.I like the way you say that,” I murmur.
Her expression softens as she smiles.
“I like saying it.Where are the new clothes you had delivered?”she asks.
I give a disgruntled sigh.
“You heard them?”
“Yes.I was asleep, not dead.”
“I told them to knock, not try and break the door down,” I complain.
“So where did you hide them?”
“In the closet.”
“You were just going to pretend we were stuck here all day waiting on clothes, weren’t you?”she accuses.
I smirk and kiss her temple.She huffs and pushes out of my arms.
I let her go just so I can watch her hips sway as she glides across the room.
As we dress in comfortable silence, her eyes roam over me with appreciation and delight, stroking my ego and hardening my cock.
Wearing sweats with her hair in a messy bun and her face bare, she looks like the most gorgeous freckled life-sized porcelain doll.I long to pull her onto the mattress and cuddle her all day long, but she’s right; we shouldn’t stay here.Even though it isn’t likely, the people who conspired against us may be lurking around.
I call the driver and let him know we’re on the way.Audrey sticks her phone into her bag.With just enough room for yesterday’s high heels, a makeup pouch, her wallet, and her phone, the luxury bag I bought to complement her dress and jewelry creates a stark counterpoint to her comfortable lounge clothes.
