25
Jared
After finally arrivingat Ritz-Carlton in midtown Tokyo, I imagined after our shared intimacy Gisele would succumb and share my bedroom withoutqualms.
But alas, she simply plucked one of the two-set keycards and chose one of the suites as hers. Subsequently agreeing to a particular time to leave for tonight’s schedule, she barely glanced at me before stepping into her room and hastily locking the door, barring anyone from entering without bothering to extend an invitation to me. It was one thing to shut the door on me and quite another to shut the door andlockit.
It was merely moments ago when she couldn’t get enough of my body. Yet here she was, confusing and frustrating the living daylights outofme.
What the bloody hell was going on in that beautiful headofhers?
Women! I would never dream of daring to decipher the intricate madness of their ever-shifting moodswings.
Feeling beyond damningly rejected, I stood there, furiously glaring at the door, partially tempted to knock it down and drag her to my bed just to prove a bloody point, while the other half argued she rightfully needed a short reprieve from my ravenous appetite and consistent onslaught on her hole. You see, she was a tad swollen. It seemed the more abuse her cunt got, the tighter she became. It was surreal, but I couldn’t get enough of her either way. So maybe her locking the door was a testament that I’d goneoverboard.
I was beyond miffed she chose to shut me out. Her defiance merely got me even more determined to winherover.
“Bloody hell,” I muttered under my breath as I raked a hand through my hair. After directing another lingering glance at the door, I grudgingly spun on my heels and retreated into the suite which was right across the hallway from hers.Alone.
After showering, I opted to dive into work. We had several hours left until we were to have dinner with our hosts. Gisele should have the respite until it was time for her to playherrole.
Several hours later, primed and ready to leave, Gisele was nowhere to be seen. I specifically had ordered two keys for each room, ensuring one had access to the other at all given times for emergency reasons, amongst other obviousmotivations.
After promising she’d be in my suite at the time we agreed upon, the woman chose to be late. Or had she fallen asleep? Hell, Ihopednot.
“I should’ve dragged her to stay with me,” I grunted under my breath, slamming the glass on the bar before going outthedoor.
Hastily striding towards the suite across from mine, I rapped at her door, and she merely hollered back she needed five more minutes to finish. So, I went back into my suite and waited while enjoying a glass of brandy, patiently eyeing the time on mywrist.
Her time came and went, and she still wasn’t ready. Damn, what was she doing in there, priming for a beauty pageant? Trotting back out to the hallway, I tried to slide the spare key into her bedroom to no avail. The bloody thing was stillbarred.
“Five minutes just passed, Gisele!” Irked, I’d resorted to yelling in the damn hallway because she had barred my entry, at a Ritz at that. It didn’t bode wellwithme.
Goodness me, how arduous was it to don a dress and be donewithit?
“Okay, I’m done. Cool it, sheesh!” she griped as she yanked the door open, strutting out dressed in a red embroidered Chinese silk dress with explicit high slits that almost reached her hips. Displaying her long-toned gams and ample curves. Hair in a high chignon profiled her delicate features. Heavy winged eye makeup made her gray eyes mysteriouslyexotic.
She was the embodiment of demure stretched to itslimits.
Noting the look on my face, Gisele began to frown. “I know we’re not in China, but I’ve always liked this dress. It’s not offensive, is it? Asian customs can be quite strict, and I just want to make sure I’m not stepping on anyone’s toes. I don’t want to insultanyone.”
The only thing insulted wasmycock.
I pressed my grim lips together, rapacious eyes roving over the delicious stunning creaturebeforeme.
“You look exquisite, Gisele.” I doubted any man would be thinking of anything other than their hardening pricks at the sight of her in a tight-hugging dress. She put runway models to shame. Good God, I loathed to ponder the nightahead.
“You sure?” She enticingly bit down on her crimson bottom lip, still unconvinced. “Or should I gochange?”
“Ah, no can do! I’m not going to wait another God knows how long for you to change. This deal is quite important. Letting them wait will certainly insult our hosts. Your father used to deal directly with them. Let’s not give them the impression we’re not up to the task of continuing Peter’s goodgraces.”
As much as my perverted eyes hankered to see her strip naked, jeopardizing this deal was out of thequestion.
She made a curt nod, erotically sashaying as she closed the gap between us before leaning over to leave a sensuous peck on my lips. “Let’s go,” she whispered mischievously before her wicked hand cupped my manhood, pleasingly purring when she found the hardened state of it. “Good to know you definitely like whatyousee.”
My upper lip twitched, tempted beyond comprehension to pin this minx against the wall for locking her damn door on me. “Enjoy it while you can. It won’t be long until it punishes you for shuttingmeout.”
“Ooh, I’m shivering down my spine,” she retorted, pouting mockingly. “If you’re through with your itsy-bitsy penis threats, St. James, can we get a moveonnow?”