14
Olivia
Ipush to my feet and fix my clothes to cover my breasts.
The ragged breath I was holding on to falls from my lips as I think of the wild sexual encounter I just had with Aiden Romanov. And how he made me feel. I swallow hard feeling his salty, masculine cum still coating the back of my throat.
I just gave him a blow job and I swallowed. He ordered me to swallow but the scary thing was something infiltrated my mind and I wanted to do it.
The thrill of desire and pleasure rushing over my body made me forget again that I was supposed to be acting.
I had to remind myself of the same thing when I started touching myself and as he played with my breasts, I had to stave off the urge to beg him to fuck me.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Maybe the impact of everything is screwing with my mind.
Of course, it is.
And now I have a bad feeling.
An unbalanced feeling because something isn’t quite right. Although I haven’t done anything to give myself away.
There was just something off about him. Something different and he wasn’t as flirty as last night. The only time he spoke Russian was before he left.
Everything else felt weird. Like he sensed I was a fraud.
How though?
At one point the sensation that things were off was so strong I almost indulged on the warning to run away, but then I remembered why I’m doing this.
Maybe I’m just being paranoid.
He didn’t do anything to me.
I’m fine. I must feel weird because of what we did, and it had that dangerously real feeling again.
I leave the room when I compose myself and like last night head down to the dressing room to change out of the negligee they gave me.
I’ll have to go back to the hotel and regroup. Tonight, was a bust, so tomorrow has to be better. The clock’s ticking and I’m not much further in my pursuit to find Eric.
I haven’t really gotten to the crux of this mission yet.
I leave quickly and sneak back into my room at the hotel.
As I go through the balcony door and enter my room I stop short when I notice straightaway I have a new problem.
The main door to my room is open.
It’s wide open so the guards would have come in and discovered I was missing. Not only that, but the room has also been ravaged like there were looking for something.
My heart freezes right there in my chest and I glance over to my travel case seeing it’s been open and the contents strewn over the floor.
I tip toe over to it to check that the documents Amy gave me are still there in the sleeve in the back of the case, but fuck, they’re gone.
And so is Eric’s letter.
I cover my mouth to stop the gasp that comes out, but it does anyway.