I smile slowly. Finally .
But the footsteps don’t come toward my door. Instead, more footsteps join them. Followed by sounds of kissing, of spit being swapped, of tongues tangling, and of bodies joining together with sweat and lus
t .
Bastard is fucking them. Again .
I’m not going to let him get to me .
So, I close my eyes and drop my hand down my body to where my panties are soaking wet. Despite how angry and jealous I am, I’ve never been more turned on by a man in my life. I won’t let him break me. I don’t know why, but I know that’s what he’s doing. I won’t let him win. My fingers slip inside my panties and I pleasure myself to the sound of his groans, pretending he’s fucking me instead of them .
* * *
T he door opens, and I jump awake. I must have drifted off to sleep in the cold bathroom after making myself come on the floor—twice .
“Why does it smell like sex in here?” Arlo asks as he steps into the dark bathroom .
With lust-filled eyes, I look up at him from my spot on the floor. “I was turned on and had no one to help me, so I took care of myself .”
He smirks. “Feel better now ?”
I want to lie to him. I want to tell him, Yes, I feel perfectly satisfied now , but the way he looks at me makes it impossible for me to lie to him .
“No.”
“Get up,” he says .
I do .
“Get dressed.” He tosses my dress at me, and then he turns and walks out of the bathroom .
I put the dress on, but I don’t zip it up. For one, it’s almost impossible to zip up by myself, and two, I want him to have to touch my body. I don’t bother with my shoes either. I just pick them up and then carry them out of the bathroom. It feels like defiance while still following his command. I love it .
He disapprovingly looks at me but doesn’t say anything about the fact that my dress is still unzipped .
“How did you know that I would come tonight?” I ask .
He walks over to a small bar I didn’t see before in the corner of the bedroom and pours himself what looks like scotch from the decanter on the table. He doesn’t offer me any as he walks back to me. He’s fully dressed again in his tuxedo, as if the last few hours didn’t even happen. The girls are gone. The only remaining clue that they were ever here is the lingering smell of sex still clinging to the room. The smell alone makes me infuriated, but I will not let him know that. He doesn’t get to know how jealous or angry he made me. Not until he pays for what he did to me .
“Because it’s my business to know everything about everyone in this town, including spoiled, rich girls who are only here for four weeks .”
I take a deep breath, but I can’t help but glare at him. Everything about him drives insane. I have so many questions left to ask, but I know his patience won’t last long. And my patience has completely run dry .
“Why didn’t you let me fuck you like the others ?”
He looks at me straight on without blinking. “Because you’re not in my debt .”
“What…what does that mean ?”
He sips his scotch, completely unfazed by my questions. “I run a business that loans out money and services along with many other things. I accept many forms of payment for the debt. Those women were just paying me back .”
I blink rapidly as my brain tries to understand what he just said .
“I’m in your debt. You saved me, now I owe you .”
“No. I didn’t save you. I just wanted an excuse to stop having to give the tour. Pretending to save you was that excuse. You owe me nothing .”
“But—”