"I never actually asked, why 'Reena'?" she questioned, her curiosity piqued. "It means 'Queen' in Hindi." I nodded in agreement.
"I just felt like 'Milady,' 'Domme,' or any of the usual titles didn't fit you," I admitted, catching her chin to kiss her jaw. "I did some digging online, but when you took that trip to India, I thought it sounded... memorable."
"And I accepted it because it sounds beautiful coming from you," she countered softly. "The driver told me you got sick near the museum... that you were shaking. I’m so sorry I wasn't there with you."
"It wasn't your fault. Peter just has a way of ruining the best moments," I said, my voice tinged with a bit of a pout.
"He hasn't ruined anything. You're still here," she promised, her smile grounding me. "Come on... I have your Jane Jones costume ready."
I felt a surge of determination. I wouldn't let Peter poison this trip. I’d find a way to make him pay for every second of this, but for now, I let Kelsey guide me back to the master suite. I shed my layers of winter clothes and slipped into my robe.
"Can I try on the wig?" I asked eagerly. She held out the small pink package, and I beamed. "How on earth did you get this so fast?"
"I told my assistant there was a significant bonus in it for him if he tracked it down within two hours," she joked with a shrug. I took the package, noticing the wig was an identical match to the one in the film. "So, tell me, why the obsession with this movie? Why this specific scene?"
I placed the wig on the edge of the jacuzzi, tied my hair into a tight knot, and fitted the pink mesh onto my scalp. Kelsey stared at me, her gaze heavy and unblinking. I walked over to her, my fingers finding the top button of her shirt.
"I loved the aesthetics of the movie. It’s a masterpiece," I noted, my voice dropping an octave. "But this particular scene... it shatters the 'virgin' stereotype. It’s powerful because it's the exact moment she’s portrayed as a prostitute."
"And how does your pussy taste?" she asked, her voice a low, dangerous purr. A slow smile spread across my face. I gripped the collar of her open shirt, staring directly into her green eyes. She had clearly seen the movie—or at the very least, she had done her homework.
"Like heaven," I replied, pulling her into a kiss as I wrapped my legs around her waist.
Kelsey smiled against my lips and backed me toward the edge of the jacuzzi, which she must have filled while I was on the phone. She made quick work of the ties on my robe, her mouth finding the sensitive skin of my neck.
"No doubt about it," she murmured. "It’s definitely heaven."
I eased back from her and stepped into the water. The warmth enveloped my thighs, and I let out a long breath, resting my head against the support. I must have drifted off for a moment, but I was pulled back to the present when I felt Kelsey sitting across from me, pulling my feet into her lap to massage them.
"I still haven’t received my gift from the museum," she reminded me playfully.
"The way you’re working on my feet, I should’ve bought you the whole damn museum," I joked.
"What do you want to do about your ex?" she asked, her tone shifting to something more serious. She kissed my toes, but her eyes remained locked on mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation for a heartbeat before answering.
"Honestly, I don't know. I’m considering giving him my political endorsement as long as he leaves the 'wife' part out of it. I can't have him interfering with my work." Her hands moved up to my calves, squeezing firmly.
"If that doesn't work, let me know," she stated with a cold, business-like edge. "I can organize a fundraiser and invite him. I'll trade financial support for his silence."
"I don't want to drag you into this mess, Kels..."
She slid through the water until her body was pressed flush against mine. "I’m already in it, Megs. I’m involved with you," she vowed. "If someone is standing in the way of your career, I’m going to help you move them."
"Is it customary for you to use your charm to get involved with people like this?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her neck. We shifted positions in the warm water until I was nestled comfortably against her chest.
"I’ll tell you the simple truth: I don’t usually 'get involved' with anyone," Kelsey admitted. "There’s a reason I typically pay for BDSM sessions and dates. It’s a clean way to ensure I never have to see the same woman twice."
"Then why is it different with me?" I whispered. Her hand slid over my face, her thumb catching my chin to tilt my head back.
"You bring out something good in me, Megs. We just fit—inside the bedroom and out. Even without us saying it out loud, I know you understand the weight of my life and the demands of my routine."
"As long as you aren’t out there violating human rights, we’re good," I teased. She gave me a long, lingering kiss in response.
"I usually try to preserve them, though I’m not above making money in... less than traditional ways," she countered. I raised an eyebrow, and she gave my cheek a playful bite. "Which mostly means utilizing offshore accounts in jurisdictions that cause me the least amount of grief."
"Or dumping commodities," I added. She looked at me, her eyes widening in genuine surprise. "Oh, I know what you do, Kels."
"Clearly," she laughed. "But I also bankroll social aid organizations across the globe. Besides, I know your family has their own accounts in tax havens. Your father actually helped me navigate a few things after my parents passed away."
