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She had the decency to blush at least. “Yes, but I was under the impression I had to submit receipts and get reimbursed monthly. I won’t be hitting my first month until Monday.”

“There are always exceptions,” I offered vaguely. “This is your guest, two-piece powder room, and down the hall is the bedroom with its ensuite.”

The four-poster bed dominated the room. At the top of the carved posts were Viking heads like seen on longboats, all carved from driftwood. The sconce fixtures were made by an artist from Iceland and reminded me of inventions from the time of the industrial revolution. Piping with large, muted bulbs and on either end table, nebulizers that looked like tiny fireplaces emitted any color stream you wished. I showed her where the switches were located and how everything worked.

“You look like a bath girl.”

Rose laughed. “I do? What exactly does a bath girl look like?”

“Someone who enjoys the benefits of a custom tub with all the fixings.” I opened the door and pointed at the free standing, antique Italian tub set with a tray across that held a book on the stand, an empty wine glass, and several candles were set around the tub on a ledge with air plants.

“Wow! Whoever decorated your place really knew what they were doing.”

“They certainly did,” I said with a touch of pride in my tone. “Can you imagine yourself sinking into that beauty at the end of your day, because I sure can.”

Her face turned red but she didn’t miss a beat. “It’s big enough for two. I can imagine myself in it all right, but maybe not relaxing,” she said in a saucy tone.

Maybe having her so close was a mistake. It would make it that much harder to stay away and keep things professional. But so much easier when she succumbed to my will.

After showing her all the levers in the shower, I walked back to the entrance. “Your key is in the top drawer in the kitchen. I hope you enjoy the apartment.” I turned to leave.

“Wait!” Rose got up on her tippy toes and planted a kiss on my lips.

I quickly took over and plunged my tongue into her willing mouth. The need to own every one of her orifices, returned with a vengeance. I untangled my tongue from hers and stepped back, preferring to leave her wanting more.

“I think we both need some time to decide where this is going, Rose. I’m possessive and take security very seriously. If you are mine, I will monitor every moment of your damn life to make sure you are safe and most women don’t want to be controlled like that. Take some time, Rose, and really think about what you want. Then we’ll talk.”

I walked out the door and headed to my suite.

Chapter Ten

Rose

The alarm on my phone woke me from a sound sleep. I turned off the annoying fast-paced ringtone, based on the song, “Copperhead Road,” and rolled up to a seated position. I’d never been so excited to get out of bed. “It’s show time!” I announced as I swung my legs free from beneath the covers and planted my feet down on the plush carpet. I slept naked, and always had, so I didn't think twice about my nakedness when I trudged to the kitchen to make a cup of java from the fancy industrial-style Keurig machine.

We had these in the presidential suites of the upscale hotel I’d worked in Indonesia. They were expensive and I questioned why invest in a coffee machine that could cost up to 2K, and why was the suite so upscale, or were all the suites in the building that came furnished, of the same quality?

Gabriel had said the blinds were on a timer that were set to 7 a.m. and 10 p.m. respectively and that I could change the settings any time. Maybe I would but for right now, I felt inspired to greet the day with coffee in hand, and wave good morning to the world in my birthday suit.

He’d also mentioned there were cameras in this suite and was printing the rental agreement, that included the addendum of the security cameras, for me at work today. I certainly hoped he’d be watching me, while I had my morning java fix. The machine beeped, indicating it was ready and I grabbed the mug filled with fragrant coffee and held it to my nose. I inhaled the full-bodied aroma and let out a contented sigh.

I strutted over to the floor-to-ceiling balcony doors and watched them part as if by magic. I waved to the world and did a runway turn toward the front door, almost daring Gabriel to open it and reprimand me for my nakedness.

Last night had proven to me all I had hoped for in Gabriel. He was a Dom through and through and now that I understood him better, I felt working, and tolerating, what I’d been calling his grumpy personality would be much easier from here on out.

I waved to what I hoped was a camera and did my best model walk toward the bedroom. Aha! I spotted a camera at the entrance that led down to the bedroom, making sure to wiggle my ass seductively.

Before I entered the bedroom, I waved at the camera, then pointed at my mug and did a thumbs up. Of course, being a complete showboat, I couldn’t help slowly licking my lips a few times. Laughing, I winked and carried on into my room.

I was about to hop in the shower, but I wasn’t done being naked for him yet, and walked right back out to the hallway. He needed a front view so he could see my tits bounce enticingly. I kept my eyes on the camera at the other end of the hall as I sauntered back to the living room and over to the windows.

I placed a foot on the ottoman beneath the window, offering the camera a full back view of me and tilted my head over my shoulder just enough for whoever was watching to see the right side of my face.

My left side leaned against the cool glass, and my empty hand slid down my side and over the curve of my hip and side of my plump ass cheek. Then I turned, keeping my foot on the ottoman but now my front body faced the camera, and my ass was against the cool glass.

My free hand slid down my belly and dipped between my legs. I hooded my eyes, making it obvious to any watchers that I was getting myself off and enjoying every second of it. It was easy to imagine that it was Master Heimdall watching me perform for him. Every needy whimper wouldn’t get picked up by the camera, but the way my lips parted, and my eyes closed, those watching could use their imagination to fill in the blanks. I was sure after hearing me whimper and beg on stage, he could do that without any challenge.

I imagined it was Master Heimdall, getting all hot and bothered as he watched me from the safety of a monitor, his hand would be down his pants, tugging on his huge cock. Maybe I didn’t get to have it in me last night, but I had sure felt its length and girth pressing into my ass when I was sitting on his lap at the club.

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