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“I already am.” Her eyes hooded with lust as she whispers to me.
“We need to get cleaned up before our date tonight. But first we’ll get a little dirty.” I tell her, intending to make good use of that marble counter.
“Where are we going tonight?” She eyes me curiously.
“It’s a secret.” I nip at her lips, if she keeps asking I’ll break down and tell her. I can’t seem to keep anything from her. Except the truth.
My heartbeat thuds dangerously, as my conscious chimes in.
“I thought I was the tour guide.” She pouts playfully.
“Alright, alright.” I give in, needing the distraction. “After we get changed, I thought we would take in a show at Electric Cinema in Nottinghill. Have you heard of it?”
“The one with the giant velvet beds in the first row?” she questions, her eyes looking amused.
“That very one.” I inform her.
“I’ve always wanted to go.” She tells me, smiling brightly at me. “I’ve passed it by several times but never took the time to stop.”
“You work too hard.” I tease.
“Says the pot to the kettle.” she quips back.
“But, I must warn you,” I lean in close and whisper my warning across her sweet lips, “I haven’t secured a private showing, so you’ll have to be on your best behavior and keep your hands to yourself.”
“Excuse me, sir!” she playfully slaps at me. “Says the man who’s had me or touched me on nearly every moving object or method of transportation in all of London!”
“You have a point there.” He smiles. “Expect, I can think of another place I would love to have you.”
“Where might that be?” She challenges, but I’m not mistaking the desire in her eyes for amusement.
“My boat.” I tell her as the bus pulls up and drops us off at the Kensington.
“Sounds wonderful.” She replies as we head back up to the suite. Once in the privacy of our rooms, she leaves a trail of her wet clothes from the dressing room, all the way to the bathroom.
I’m right on her heels, removing my own.
“I thought we could get dirty and clean at the same time.” She winks, using my earlier words against me. Little minx.
“I love your multitasking abilities, Miss Taylor.” I smile at her as she pulls me into the steam filled shower.
“Do you want to tell me what you have planned for tomorrow?” she asks
“Now that I will keep a secret.” I vow knowing that tomorrow we will explore little Venice and take a boat ride down the Grand Canal.
“I’ll get it out to you before the nights up.” She threatens with a laugh, turning her back to me and pulling her braid to the side.
“We shall see.” I grab the loofah and begin making small circles on her skin.
I can’t wait to take her out on my boat, maybe once things settle down with my mum, we will go on a proper holiday. I can take her out for a few days at sea. The thought of being trapped alone, with Scarlet on my boat surrounded by the vastness of the ocean gives me an exhilarated feeling and I make up my mind that I most definitely will be taking my lady sailing.
I shudder at my use of the possessive description of Scarlett being mine. I can’t believe that I thought it, but if I’m being honest with myself she’s felt like mine since the moment I laid eyes on her, and this weekend feels like we’re making up for lost time.
I may not be James Black wealthy nor have as many connections as Piers Nichols, but I’ve done pretty well for myself as a businessman in the tech industry and I’m glad that all my hard work has finally paid off.
It’s never been about the money for me, but having the money to do these things and indulge Scarlett the way she should’ve been indulged her entire life, makes it all worthwhile. And it gets me to thinking how much more valuable it all is, having someone to share it with.
“A little help.” Her voice echoes against the marble, handing me the shampoo and bringing my attention back to the task at hand. Getting ready to go to the cinema… like a normal couple. I never knew being so normal could feel so extraordinary.
