Page 27 of Room Service
“He knew you were an employee here. He fucked you. He chose to fuck you whilst knowing this, yet you just thought he was a random guest,” she points out.
“Yes, but what if he thinks I’m the resident slag that goes around humping guests here there and everywhere.”
“Don’t be so ridiculous, Elise. You need to calm down and think rationally.”
“Rationally… right… so it doesn’t matter that I’ve fucked Dorien Dukes, a guy who is so far out of my league he might as well be on another planet—”
“Except, he’s not out of your league, is he? Because you’ve already had him. And I truly do not think he has any intention of sacking you, Elise. Did you not see the way he looked at you in there?” She points her finger in the direction of the main room, but I have no idea what she’s talking about as I stare at her with a frown on my face. She rolls her eyes at me before saying, “He looked like he wanted to devour you right there.”
“Stop it.”
“It’s true, but I don’t expect you to see that, because all your life you’ve been put down, kicked around and used for other people’s motives. He has no reason to have a motive with you, Elise, so stop bloody panicking and get your arse out there and face this head on. You have no need to hide.”
“But he’s my boss,” I whisper, trying to stop the hope that is clawing at my chest, dying to break free and have me believe that Dorien really isn’t going to upend my life and send me on my way.
“Doesn’t that make it even more exciting?” Celeste says with a cheeky smile on her face, and I can’t help but feel a spark of excitement inside of me. “If nothing else happens, then fine, you got one amazing night with a handsome guy who gave you multiple orgasms. And if something else does come of this, then just go with it and enjoy it for what it is. There is no label here, Elise. Stop living in the dark and do exactly what you’ve always said you wanted to do… be free.”
“Fuck, I hate it when you make sense,” I say begrudgingly as she looks at me knowingly.
“Come on, let’s go back out there, finish our work, and then we can go back to our room, and you can regale me about the fabulous sex you had with him, because my sex life is drier than the fucking Sahara right now.”
So crass, and so uniquely Celeste. I love her, and I love how she can help ease some of my anxiety, even if it may only be short lived.
She grabs my hand and pulls me to the door, unlocking and opening it, only for us to come face to face with the man himself.
I gasp as his eyes hold mine, and at some point, I realise that Celeste is no longer holding my hand or standing in front of me, and then I’m stepping backwards as he steps forwards, until I’m hitting the countertop behind me. He stops inside the doorway and smirks before closing the door and locking it.
“Hello, Elise,” he says in that smooth voice of his, sending fucking tingles through my body.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he takes a step forward and my hands grip onto the edge of the countertop behind me.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks, and I wonder what fucking universe I have found myself in.
“Stop that,” I tell him, and he pauses his advances for a second.
“Stop what?”
“Answering my questions with another question.”
“It was one question, not multiple, and it was a simple response,” he states casually, stepping forwards again until he’s inches away from me, his hands in his trouser pockets and his stance commanding me all over again.
“No, no, I need to get out of here.” I can’t be in here, Hayley would fire me on the spot if she found me in here with him.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, his arms going either side of me and caging me in. Fuck, he smells good.
“I’m working, Dorien.”
“You work for me, and I say you’re not leaving.”
“Don’t use the fact that you’re my boss against me. Don’t do that.”
“I’m not using it against you. I’m saying it because no one can do anything about it if the owner requested you to be here himself,” he states, and I suddenly realise that he’s the reason I’m here tonight. He’s the reason I’m working these extra hours. Is he the reason I got the bonus the last time I worked in this penthouse? Was it because of him that I got picked for that night in the first place, as well as this time, too? Oh my god… he’s paying for me to be here… isn’t that just wrong?
“I can see you’re overthinking shit again, Elise,” he says, and before I can stop myself, my hand leaves the counter and moves up as my palm connects with his cheek. His head turns to the side, and I feel the heat flood my face, my cheeks burning at the fact that I just slapped my boss, and I am so very, very fucked.
His face turns slowly back to me as I wish I could take back the last twenty seconds. He looks at me with an unreadable expression on his face, and then he stands tall, his arms moving from either side of me.
“Get on your knees,” he demands, and I physically balk at his order.
