Page 42 of Boss from Hell
He leaned closer, his dark eyes knowing and lascivious. “I saw you at the window. You were getting fucked…”
He wanted to embarrass me, but I felt no shame. Not one shred of it. I regarded him calmly. “Yeah?”
He licked his lips, a vulgar gesture. “Yeah. I haven’t seen a woman get fucked like that in a long, long time. I mean, he really destroyed you. How much do you charge?”
My voice was cold. “You can’t afford me, but if you have nothing better to do later tonight, you can look out of your window and see me get fucked like that again.”
His eyes bulged. “Look, why don’t you come around to my room, after he’s done with you? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
I took a leaf out of Mrs. Frost’s book and let my gaze travel disdainfully down the length of his obese body before I brought it back to his eyes. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to pass.”
I turned away from him and continued walking towards the restaurant.
“If you change your mind, I’m in room 716.”
“What did he want?” Max asked, falling into step next to me.
“He wanted me to know he saw me at the window.”
Max stopped abruptly. “What did you say?”
I stopped too and looked at him. There was a strange expression in his eyes. They were so hostile they were scary. “Itold him to look out of his window later this evening if he wanted to see me get fucked like that again.”
He scowled. “You told him that?”
I nodded and carried on walking.
He caught up with me and we walked in silence. Once we were seated, and the food was ordered, Max leaned back against his chair. I looked at him probingly. There was something almost indolent about him, but it was fake. He was actually tense. He tapped his fingers on the white table cloth and said invitingly, “Tell me about your day. I want to know exactly what you got up to.”
I was amazed. Other than sexually he’d never shown the slightest bit of interest in the mundane things I got up to. But the attention must have been real because when a waiter came by with the bottle of Petrus 1995, he was so irritated with the interruption, he very nearly swatted the poor guy away like a fly even before he had even properly filled our glasses.
I took a sip of the perfectly chilled wine and shrugged. I didn’t want to bore him. A tour on a tourist bus was almost certainly not his thing. “It was a tour of the city from a bus. You’d have been bored.”
He leaned forward. “But did you enjoy it?”
The intense curiosity in his eyes was unnerving and exhilarating. “Yes. I did.”
“Hmmm… I’ve never done anything like that,” he said thoughtfully. “I always fly in and out of cities until they all blend together.”
“I suppose you’re not on holiday. You’re working.”
“Yes. So… did you see everything you wanted to?”
I’d only had half a glass of wine, but it must have gone to my head because I could have sworn he seemed to be so much warmer and kinder.
“I didn’t get to see the waterfalls,” I found myself saying, a wistful note in my voice. I suddenly remembered my parents taking my sister and me to theme parks all over the country. I hadn’t thought of my childhood in such a long time. My mother’s financial problems had crowded out all the old good memories I had of my parents.
He leaned forward. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head and reached for my glass of wine.
“Tell me about your family?” he invited softly.
My eyes widened. “My family? Why do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “Just curious about you. If I remember correctly, you told my mother that your dad had passed away and your family consisted of your mother and your older sister who was married with twins.”
I stared at him astonished. He had remembered that throwaway bit of information!