She sounds confused and I can hear hurt in her voice.
“Then nothing will happen. I promise you.”
“Not without me.”
I laugh and it sounds thick and choked. The thought of her with Isaac, telling him how to touch her, seeing how she responded. “Not without you.”
There’s more to the words than just the reassurance.
“Tell Isaac I said hi. Tell him Ivy’s not left her room for three days.”
“I’ll tell him all that.” I hear the shower start and I wish I was there with her. “And then I’m heading back up to you.”
“Change of plan.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m heading to London. The request of the Prime Minister to urgently hold talks.” I can almost hear her rolling her eyes.
“Shit. I haven’t checked my emails yet.”
“Micky’s got it sorted. We discussed it late last night. I head down this afternoon.”
“I guess I’ll see you here then. Better book another room.”
“A big one.”
I hang up, wondering what she means by that last comment.
* * *
My cock knows what he wants her to mean. I get into the shower, the piss-poor pressure complimented by tepid hot water. I lean back against cold tiles, my cock hard in my fist. I move my hand, feeling pressure build. Images of Blair and Isaac are fixed in my head, imagining his large hands cupping her tits, offering me her nipples to suck while he kisses her neck. My hand trailing between her legs, fingers seeking her clit to find him already fingering her, three thick fingers filling her pussy and between us we make her come.
I ejaculate at the thought. Thick long streams of semen fade into the water, my groan hardly hidden by the poor shower.
It isn’t satisfying.
Not one little bit.
* * *
Whatever’s been arranged for the talks today has disrupted every plan. I should’ve been meeting with the security director for the children’s hospital, but that’s been postponed for more talks that I don’t see getting us anywhere.
I’m in the hotel that’s been booked at short notice, a conference room available and they’ve had the King here before so security measures are easy to put in place. Blair is on her way down from Scotland, flying which I know will give her a headache. Her room’s ready, swept for any devices and a guard is already outside. There may be a late night flight home. I hope there is because all I want to do is get into a bed that’s learned how I sleep and forget about the rest of the world.
I’m lost in thoughts of sleep and white sheets with a woman I have no right to desire when I hear a familiar voice.
“Thank you. I needed that.”
I see Isaac, dressed in a suit with no tie, the top button undone as normal. His hand is on the shoulder of a woman with dark hair and dark eyes, her skin almost a picture.
“I hope I can see you again. You will call?”
He bends down to kiss her, not the kiss of a friend.
I have no right to be feeling anything. I have no tie to him; he has no tie to Blair. The conversation I had with her this morning only highlights the lines we’ve drawn around us.
The woman walks away, her hips swaying and I wonder if he picked her up today or whether she’s a long standing acquaintance. Or something more.
