Page 19 of Stay With Me
“So, what are you going to do now?”
“Now, I shower and nap. I’m meeting with him again tonight.”
“Yesss. Get it, girl. And that money, too!” She cackles, making me grin and roll my eyes.
Would she call me a gold digger if she knew who was giving me all that money? Would she call me a whore because I was getting it by sleeping with her dad?
She doesn’t see it that way now or think of me badly because I chose this route—she even encouraged me to take this job. She’s very big on owning your own body. Your body, your choice; do whatever you please with it.
However, people’s views can change when the circumstances do.
Leaving Tasha to her show, I head into the bathroom to shower the grime from work away. After, I slip into a baggy t-shirt and panties, pull my black-out curtains closed, and then slip into my silk sheets. I’m out like a light the moment my head hits the pillow. I dream, and oh, are they some damn good dreams too. Ones I hope might come true when I wake up in the real world.
***
Once again, I’m standing in front of Roman’s hotel room door. Although, this time, I’m dressed in a different pair of lingerie. A red thong and a matching lace see-through bra. Last night gave off a sexy/sweet vibe, but tonight, I want him to know I’m up for anything.
Because I really am. He asked me to crawl to him, and I did. If he asked me to get down and kiss his feet, I’d do that too.
There’s this energy about Roman... when he walks into the room, he owns it. Everyone stops and stares at him like he’s a god. And the best part about it is he doesn’t care. He doesn’t puff out his chest and flaunt it. He’s humble; it’s one of the things that caught my attention years back.
Taking a deep breath, I try to steady the nervous excitement that’s thrumming through me. Raising my hand, I bring it up to knock, but the door opens before I can.
“Ava.” The way this man says my name has me weak in the knees and dripping between my thighs.
Heat creeps onto my cheeks. Roman is the only man who has ever been able to get this kind of reaction out of me. I care about what he thinks, and I want him to like what he sees.
“Hi,” I whisper, licking my lips. Roman’s eyes drop down to my mouth, and I watch as his pupils grow.
“Come in.” He takes a step back and opens the door for me. Stepping inside, I move to the center of the room and wait for his instructions. I know I’m not here for a casual visit. And I know that Roman likes to take control. I’m eager to follow his orders.
He shuts and locks the door, his hand lingering on the bolt. With his gaze cast to the ground and his body slightly angled toward me, he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply.
I watch, waiting, wondering what’s going through his mind.
“You have no idea how eager I’ve been for the day to pass by.” His eyes lift to mine, a hunger burning inside them. “All fucking day, Ava, I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you. How I need another taste of your sweet pussy. How I can’t wait to feel the way it grips my cock as you come for me like the good fucking girl I know you can be.” His voice is a low, sensual growl and has me struggling to remember how to breathe.
My lips part, my pulse quickening as my thighs clench. This man... this fucking man. Nothing else matters except my excitement and the need to have his cock buried deep inside me. I want his hand wrapped around my neck as he whispers dirty, filthy things in my ear.
I manage to finally take in a shuddering breath as I bite my lower lip hard enough to bleed, trying not to whimper as he slowly stalks toward me.
“Are you going to be my good girl tonight, Ava?” I nod once. “Are you going to do everything I ask of you, even if it’s something you might not be comfortable with?”
My eyes widen slightly. What things does he have planned for me that I might not like? Did last night not show him just how far I’m willing to go?
Maybe I’ll need to show him that tonight.
“Yes,” I say with as much confidence as I can muster.
“Take that coat off. I need to see you, Princess.”
With fumbling fingers, I untie the belt and allow the coat to fall open. Shrugging my shoulders, it falls down my arms and onto the ground.”
“Fucking hell,” he growls to himself. His eyes take a slow sweep over my body, again and again. The way he’s looking at me, I feel like I’m a piece of art on display just for him.
My hair is down tonight, in long curls that hang over my shoulders, covering my breasts. Roman stops in front of me. He reaches out and brushes the hair back behind my shoulders. His fingers brush against my skin, and I whimper at the way his touch sets my body on fire.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Princess,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing down over my breast. I suck in a gasp as they brush against my nipple, making it go stiff at his touch.