“Your cum is leaking out of me.”
“You say that like it’s my fault.”
“Oh ofcoursenot,” she says with exaggerated disdain.
“You’re the one who begged to be fucked.”
Her lips form a scowl, which only intensifies when I give her a smile back.
“It’s lucky you’re cute,” she mutters.
It’s my turn to blink.Cute? She thinks I’mcute?
She’s saved from my reaction by a knock on the door, and I get up to open it, letting the man wheel in our breakfast trolley. He doesn’t stop just inside, but pushes it all the way to the dining room table. He’s halfway there when he notices Vicky, and his head locks in her direction as he continues wheeling that damn trolley forward.
She pulls her robe tighter around herself, staring down.
And I see red.
“Get out,” I growl, crossing the room in angry strides.
“I’ll just put these plates on the—”
I grab him by the collar of his shirt, drag him backwards through the suite, and practically throw him out the door. He stumbles as he tries to find his feet, and falls on his ass in the hallway outside.
I take a step toward him, and he crabs backwards away from me. “If you come into this room again…” I’ll fuckingkillyou. “…I’ll see you fired. Do you understand me?”
“Sorry…” he mumbles. “Sorry.”
I walk back in and slam the door behind me. Vicky’s staring at me like I’ve grown another head, but I don’t care. That man looked at her like…
My fists are clenched. The memory alone is making my blood boil.
Vicky rises slowly, a hand on the back of her chair for support. She bites her lip.
“Um… coffee?” She picks up a cup from the trolley. “Come and sit down, Alex. I’ll pour you some.”
I take a breath, let it out slowly, then walk back to my seat. Vicky fills a cup, then places it in front of me, black with no sugar. She glances at me like she’s afraid, then quickly lowers her eyes.
“I’m not cross at you,” I say, reaching for her hand. She moves away before I can touch her. I lean back, forcing calm with an effort. “You did nothing wrong.”
“Alex… the man only looked at me. I’m wearing a bathrobe. Men look at me all the time. I don’t like it, sure, but… it’s part of being a woman.” Her head tilts. “Are you going to assault all of them?”
“No…”Only those when there’re no witnesses.
“Are you… feeling okay?”
I open my mouth to answer, then close it again. It’s a fair question. That response wasn’t me. That raw, undilutedragewasn’t me.
But then, I had just fucked her. She’s got my cum inside her right now. The room smells of sex, even now.
Looking back, I’m comfortable with my reaction. If anything, I was reasonable. If I see that waiter again, he’ll wish I hadn’t.
“Just fine.” I take a sip of my coffee, and gesture to the trolley. “I ordered you fruit. Melon, strawberries.”
“Thanks…” She finds the plate and a fork, brings me my bacon and pancakes, then sits down at a different seat, a few chairs between us.
“You could sit closer.”
