The ride to the hotel was short. My father paid for the accommodations and put us up at a beautiful hotel with a spa. After a flight I loved nothing more than to unpack and get a massage. He knew me very well. I raved about this place every time I came to visit.

  Not looking back once I exited the SUV, I walked to the check-in desk to get my room key. I could hear Radek talking with the other two behind me. Even though he wasn’t addressing me, his voice sent shivers up my spine.

  Shaking it off, I grabbed my key and went to my room. A bellhop followed me, carrying my bag. I tipped him and then changed into a bathrobe for my massage. Why was I still pissed that he asked her out and not me? I needed to relax and focus on something else.

  When I left my room I wasn’t paying attention and slammed right into someone. My purse hit the floor causing some of its contents to spill out. I bent to pick it all up, trying to collect my belongings, but when I stood I smacked my head into the other person.

  Before my eyes moved to see who it was, a hand touched my head and rubbed it gently. Looking up, I saw him, my pilot.

  “Are you okay?” That voice of his could make a woman come all by itself.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. How about you?”

  He rubbed his jaw and said, “I’m good.”

  Without thinking I reached up and moved my fingers along his jawline. He had a bit of stubble which only added to his raw sexual appeal. His jaw clenched under my touch making me wonder if he really didn’t find me attractive. Maybe I wasn’t his type. The thought bothered me. I needed to be his type. I wanted this man more than I’d wanted any other person.

  He looked down, eyes stopping on my chest. I looked down too on instinct and realized the bump with him had pushed my bathrobe open a little and one of my breasts was dangerously close to being completely exposed. Moving fast, I tucked it back in and tightened the robe. Had we been behind closed doors I wouldn’t have covered myself.

  Before I could speak, a bright flash went off. Looking over, I saw a photographer. What the hell? They weren’t supposed to be able to get up to the guest rooms.

  “Ms. Markson, welcome to Kansas. Who is this with you? Is he your boyfriend? Is he staying with you?”

  One of the hotel personnel ran up and stood between the photog and myself. “I’m so sorry ma’am. I don’t know how he got past us. Sir, you need to go, now. This hotel is only for our guests. You are not permitted to be up here. You need to leave.”

  Radek took the room key from my hand and used it to open my door. He dragged me inside, locking us away from the paparazzi.

  “Does that happen often?”

  “Yes. They know who my father is and tend to hang around the hotel on the off chance I’ll show up.”

  “You should try staying somewhere else.”

  “I like it here. They have a great spa which was where I was headed when that guy with the camera showed up.”

  “Oh, that’s why you only have a robe on. I couldn’t figure out why you would leave your room like that.”

  “If I had known someone might take my picture I wouldn’t have. This has never happened before. They usually make them stand outside. The elevator takes me right to the spa. I always get changed before I go.”

  Walking over, I sat on the couch in my suite. There was a large sitting area with a television and a separate bedroom. Radek sat too, but made it a point to sit as far away from me as possible.

  “How long should we wait?”

  “What, you don’t want people thinking you're my boyfriend? Those pictures will come out tonight online and be in tomorrow’s paper. Your face will be everywhere. ‘Who is the mysterious boyfriend of Kasi Markson? Was she saying goodbye to him after a night in her room?’”

  He raked his hand through his hair. “It’s fine. It’s not like I have a wife and kids back home.”

  I never thought to ask if he was married. There I was hitting on him and he could have belonged to someone else. I was such an asshole and damn lucky that he was single. Now if I could only get him on board with fucking me we would be in business. I needed to gauge his reaction to my body.

  Leaning against the arm of the couch, I stretched my long legs and very dramatically crossed one over the other, making sure to show as much of my thigh as possible. The bathrobe did a good job of riding up, exposing my toned leg. Twirling my hair, I pretended not to notice all of the skin I was showing.

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw him glance over and stare at my leg. Oh yeah, I had him. I bounced my foot slightly making sure to keep his attention. He stood abruptly.

  “I think he’s gone now. You should go to the spa before you miss your appointment.” He looked toward the door.

  “It’s okay, they know I’m coming. They will hold it for me.”

  “That’s good.”

  Why the hell wouldn’t he look at me? Standing, I walked over and placed my hand on his arm. He jumped at my touch and turned slightly to look at me, but still kept his body facing away.

  “Thank you for thinking fast and bringing me back into my room.”

  “It was nothing. I should go unpack.”

  I walked to the door first and turned to look at him. He stopped short and that’s when I saw the reason why he wouldn’t face me. The bulge in the front of his pants was enormous. My thighs squeezed together in response, putting delicious pressure on my cunt.

  He muttered under his breath, “Shit.”

  I couldn’t move. The size of his cock had me transfixed. He knew I was staring, but I was blocking the door. He couldn’t leave without me moving aside.

  “Kasi, I need to leave.”

  Blinking a few times, I looked up and could see the look of torment on his face. “Stay. I want you to stay here with me.”

  I started to undo my robe, but he quickly gripped it, putting it back on my shoulders. “We can’t do this.”

  “Why?”

  He gently moved me over so the door was now accessible and left without answering. Why wouldn’t he give in to me? He clearly found me attractive. Now I was turned on and didn’t have anyone to take care of it for me. Sure, I had my vibrator, but didn’t want to use it. I wanted him, only he wouldn’t take me.

  ~ 3 ~

  I entered the spa fifteen minutes late for my appointment. They didn’t say anything. My father paid for anything I may need while I was there and they knew it.

  “Ms. Markson, we’re so happy to have you back. Troy will be right out.”

  My eyebrow quirked up. Troy? I usually saw one of the women. I had no idea they even had a male masseuse there. I would have requested him long ago. I preferred a firmer touch when I was being massaged.

  Taking a seat in the waiting area, I flipped through the email on my phone to kill time. Five minutes later I heard a husky voice.

  “Kasi?”

  Looking up, I saw an Adonis. Hello Troy. He could have been one of the Greek gods. Tall, muscular, tanned skin, short dark hair, and a chiseled face, he was damn good looking.

  “You must be Troy.”

  I stood and followed him to a door at the very end of the hallway. We passed a few empty rooms making me wonder why he was so far removed from the others. Entering the room, he handed me a sheet and instructed me to lay face down with only the sheet covering me.

  There was a soft melody playing in the room and the lights were dimmed for ultimate relaxation. I removed my robe and laid down on the plush table, placing my head in the rest. A little maneuvering and the sheet was covering me from the waist down.

  Troy knocked before entering. I yelled that I was decent so he knew it was clear to come in. I didn’t need to see him to know what he was doing. I could hear him rubbing his oiled hands together, getting ready to touch me. The thought of him massaging my body turned me on. I was still a little revved from seeing Radek. If he wouldn’t take care of my itch, maybe Troy would.

  “Are there any areas you’d like me to focus on?”

  “The tops of my thighs have been bothering me. I’m a runner.” I was so not a runner. I did exercise, but running, no. I didn’t have that kind of stamina.

  “I’ll start there for you.”

  He adjusted the sheet to cover my ass, but left access to my upper thighs. Large, oiled hands began to rub my legs. He worked up from my knee and back down again, rubbing my muscles with precision. Every time his fingers got close to my upper, inner thigh I became wetter.

  He moved his hands to my butt and began to work on those muscles. “Is this area sore as well?”

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  He moved around the table to access various spots, eventually moving back to my thighs. I moaned when his hand came dangerously close to my pussy. He must have liked to hear the noises of pleasure I made, because he focused on the very uppermost inside part of my leg. I was squirming, trying to get him to touch me.

  When he got close I slid down slightly. His fingers brushed my pussy lips causing me to squeeze my legs together, trapping his hand. Wiggling his finger, it dipped into my wetness. He rubbed the outer ridges of my core and I pushed down further, sinking myself onto his thick digit.

  “Oh yes,” I said.

  I lifted my stomach off of the table slightly to give him better access. He began to finger fuck me, adding two more fingers. I started to rub my nipples on the table. The friction became unbearable. I wanted more.

  His fingers withdrew abruptly. “Don’t move, Kasi.”

  I did as he said and heard him walk to the door, lock it, and return to me. His hands found my ass again, but this time he slipped his still oiled finger up and down the crevice of my butt while the other hand dived back between my legs.

  Finding my clit, he began to rub me fast. I was climbing toward release. His finger that had been caressing my ass slipped into my puckered hole making me cry out. The combination of the two sensations was too much for my body to handle and I came hard, screaming out his name. My body rocked with pleasure.

  He slowed his assault, effectively bringing me down from my high, but his hands didn’t leave me. I felt him spread my legs wide before his tongue swept down my center.

  “Your pussy is so beautiful. I want to fuck you.”

  “No,” I said without thinking.

  For some reason I didn’t want any dick in me other than Radek’s. Flipping to my back, I saw Troy had his cock out and was stroking himself. I might not have wanted him to fuck me, but I would not be leaving the room without getting him off while he gave me one more orgasm.

  Licking my lips I said, “Come closer.”

  He moved to stand next to my head. Gripping his dick, I took him into my mouth. He was large and I couldn’t take the length of him. I gagged slightly when he hit the back of my throat. Forcing myself to relax, I was able to take him a little further.

  He started to massage my breasts. My back arched off of the table trying to push more of myself into him. One of his hands snaked down my abdomen to my slit, dipping inside of me. His finger curled forward, stroking my g-spot.

  It didn’t take long before I was on the brink of another climax. I wanted him to come, too so I increased my suction and speed on his dick. The hand that was on my breast now rested on the back of my head. He held it in place while he started to fuck my mouth.

  Bringing my hand to his sac, I cupped it, gently rolling his balls. He tightened and within seconds began spilling his seed down my throat. At that exact moment my orgasm took hold and made me spasm.

  Once he pulled out of my mouth, I laid back on the table to catch my breath. He bent to kiss me, but I offered him my neck instead. Normally I wouldn’t mind kissing him, but I wanted Radek’s lips. The way that man had gotten under my skin disturbed me a little.

  Troy nibbled along my neck. “That was amazing, Kasi.”

  “Yes, it was. You’ve earned yourself a huge tip.”

  He lifted his head to look into my eyes. “Can I see you again?”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Let’s just leave it at this. We had a little bit of fun and now we go back to our normal business.”

  He nodded and helped me off of the table. I grabbed my robe and threw it on. Before leaving the room I said, “Thank you.”

  He smiled and I could see he had perfectly straight, white teeth. Adonis. “It was my pleasure.”

  I stopped at the front desk to pay. The receptionist’s eyes widened at my tip amount. I shrugged. “He was great with his hands. I’m very relaxed now.”

  She smiled warmly. “Good, I’m glad.”

  Pressing the call button for the elevator, I stood and started to reflect on what had just happened. I wasn’t a whore by a long shot. What took place was not something I would normally do, but my body was craving release like never before.

  Once inside the elevator I started to think blowing Troy was a mistake. If Radek found out would he think less of me? I was almost certain he would. I started to feel sick to my stomach.

  The elevator doors opened and the view before me made me stay rooted in place. Radek had Bubbles pressed up against the wall and was kissing her. Jealousy coursed through me. That should have been me he was kissing.

  The doors started to close, but I stuck my arm out to force them back open. Walking out of the elevator, I headed to my room which happened to be across the hall from the bitch. I’d just downgraded her from Bubbles to Bitch. Yup, I was fucking jealous.

  They didn’t even hear me as I approached. Turning to my door, I cleared my throat as I inserted the key. They must have separated, because I heard her giggle like a school girl.

  Just as I was about to walk into my room he spoke. “Hi Kasi.”

  I didn’t say anything back. I didn’t even look at them. I waved over my shoulder and shut the door. There was no need for me to see the two of them together. All of the guilt that started to surface after my encounter with Troy was melting away. Maybe I needed to invite him up to my room for a more private massage. Was that the right thing to do? I didn’t know, but I was pissed.

  He said he couldn’t be with me, yet it was fine for him to be with her? I couldn’t stand the way I was over thinking all of it. Calling room service, I ordered myself a large chef salad and changed into black yoga pants and a t-shirt.

  I didn’t want sex anymore. The fire in the pit of my stomach was too strong. I needed to sit back, eat dinner, and watch a movie. Shit, I wished I had some girlfriends that lived nearby who could have come over and made me feel better.

  My best friend back home was married with a newborn baby. It was too late there and I knew she didn’t get much sleep. No need for me to call and wake her up. This was nonsense. I knew it, but couldn’t seem to convince my heart of it.

  Room service showed up and I ate my salad while watching 50 First Dates on cable. I loved that movie. One of my favorite romantic comedies. Setting my tray outside after I finished, I looked down the hall and saw a door open. I thought it was Rob’s so I jumped back inside before he could see me.

  Stripping off my clothes, I threw on a big shirt to sleep in. I liked to sleep without underwear. It felt too restricting to me when I was in bed. It was only ten o’clock when I crawled in. The meeting tomorrow wasn’t until eleven, but I needed a good night’s sleep. Although I had a feeling my thoughts would be plagued with visions of Radek kissing the bitch.

  I was still awake thirty minutes after I laid down. I heard arguing in the hallway. It was muffled, but I definitely heard two men yelling at one another. Curiosity got the better of me and I went to the peephole in the door to see who was out there.

  Directly in front of my door was Radek and Rob going at it. Unlocking the door, I swung it open wide to stare at the two of them. I used my foot to prop it open and placed my hands on my hips.

  “What the fuck is going on out here?” Neither of them said anything. “Is that how it’s going to be? Fine, both of you get in here before one of the other guests calls security.”

  Both men sulked inside. If the hotel door hadn’t been so heavy I would have slammed it shut. “You two need to explain what’s going on, because when you are traveling with me your behavior reflects onto me. Do I need to remind you, Radek, about the paparazzi that was outside earlier?”

  That perked Rob up. “One got to you? Where?”

  “In the hall outside of my room.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah, so you two need to stop arguing and tell me what happened.”

  Radek started pacing in front of the couch. Walking over, I used my hand to stop him. “Talk.”

  “I got back from dinner and Rob was about to knock on your door. I asked him what he was doing and what he needed with you, but he wouldn’t answer.”

  Rob spoke before I could. “Because it’s none of your fucking business!”

  “Stop! Enough with the yelling. Rob, why were you coming to my room this late?”

  He shrugged. “I wanted to see you.”

  Radek got in his face. “You have no reason to see her!”

  I placed myself between the two men and pushed them apart. “Rob, we’ve been through this. We are friends. Only friends.” Turning, I faced Radek. “You. Why do you care if Rob came to see me? You made it clear that we can’t have anything.”

  Radek scrubbed his hands over his face. “I know I did, but seeing him out there, I just couldn’t walk away.”

  Well, this was an interesting turn of events. “Rob, you should leave.”

  “What? Why?”

  “I’ve already said why.”

  He stuck his hand out and pointed at Radek’s chest. “You fucking hurt her and I’ll break your neck.” He kissed the top of my head before leaving the room. Now I was alone with Radek and he had some explaining to do.

  ~ 4 ~

  “Do you want to tell me what’s going on in your head right now?”

  He continued pacing. “No.”

 

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