Chapter 7
XAVIER AND ZANE HAD both been keeping tabs on the pretty brunette all day. Even though she was the only one registered to her room, they still weren’t sure whether she was there with other guests at the Paradise Resort.
“You know she just headed to Champagne, right?” Xavier said in a low voice. “This might be the opening we’ve been waiting for.”
“I saw which direction she went. I just don’t know why in the hell we’re standing here talking to each other when we could be sweet-talking her. Let’s go.”
“I think it’s better that I go alone. You would more than likely scare the poor girl. You have my word that she’ll come back here with me.”
Zane wasn’t happy about that option, but even he acknowledged that Xavier was the charmer. If all went well, by the end of the night, Calista Grant would get to know the two men very intimately.
It didn’t take Xavier long to find her. The exquisite beauty was currently perched on one of the leather lined bar stools, wearing a form-fitting black sheath that accentuated every curve of her slender body. Her dark hair was pulled up atop her head in an upswept style, revealing the long line of her neck.
Her creamy skin tone would display both his and Zane’s marks beautifully, and Xavier had to warn himself not to get too far ahead. He hadn’t even talked to the beauty at this point, but his mind was already imagining her tied to their bed, her body bowing in pleasure as he flogged her.
“Fuck!” He could already hear the whimpering mewls escaping from between her lips as the other Dominant filled her mouth with his cock.
Starting at her upper thighs, he’d kiss her flesh with the leather tails repeatedly, watching the welts rise over her entire backside. She’d push her ass backward, silently begging for the next strike, all the while he’d be hard as hell, wanting to bury himself balls-deep inside. To be honest, he was close to that point now and had not even spoken to her yet.
Xavier stood in the shadows, watching her smile at the bartender when he set a glass down in front of her. She was drinking a girly cocktail, which didn’t surprise him in the least. Her lips parting, he watched Calista take a sip from the glass before nervously tucking a stray tendril of brown silk behind her ear. That hair needed to be mussed. Once he got her naked, he would free every strand, running his hands through it.
Would she embrace pain with her pleasure?There was only one way to find out. Smirking, Xavier had already worked out what he was going to say once he sat down beside her. In their BDSM circles, Xavier was considered a Dominant with the uncanny ability to get inside of a woman’s head and use it to his advantage. The saying ‘If you seduce the mind then the body will follow’ was never more true than when he put it into play. Quite a few submissives would be close to climaxing simply by his words alone and that gift was something he took a great deal of pride in. Some aspect about this woman made Zane think that she might also be submissive, though Xavier doubted Calista was at this point in time. He had a short amount of time to assess the woman and find out what made her tick.
While he stood there, Xavier watched another male guest approach Calista. Standing at five foot seven, with mid length sandy blond hair, the cowboy had his look down from the animal skin cowboy boots to the large metallic belt buckle, to the hat that was too large for his head. Xavier wasn’t worried in the slightest about losing his chance to talk to her. From what he and Zane could tell about Calista, this urban cowboy didn’t stand a chance.
Crossing his arms, Xavier watched Cowboy Bob pitch his best line. “Are you looking for any company tonight, miss? I’d love to buy you a drink.”
As expected, she smiled politely, declining the advance he’d offered.
Chuckling softly, Xavier watched the rejected would-be suitor take his wounded pride and move farther down the bar, most likely waiting on the next single woman to arrive. Having never been accused of being modest, he waited for the perfect time to approach her. There were rules when seducing a woman and he knew them all. Hell, he wrote most of them himself.
Taking another sip of her drink, Calista turned slightly to scan the room, her eyes finally landing on his. The sadness he saw in their depths made him growl.
Turning back toward her drink, Xavier could tell his window of opportunity was closing by the way she shifted in her seat and toyed with the cocktail napkin in front of her. More than likely, she was telling herself the night was a bust, deciding it was time to go back to her room. Once there, she would change into pajamas, climb into bed, and lose herself in a book or something similar. The loneliness in her eyes would only grow deeper.
While she might be thinking her night would end alone, Xavier planned to erase the sadness, replacing it with something much different. Straightening up to full height, he made his way to her end of the bar, intercepting Calista before she had a chance to rise from her seat.
“I’ll take two fingers of Glenmorangie Pride and another of whatever she’s drinking.”