Page 13 of Souvenir

As he neared the table I swallowed hard and stood to my feet. The conflicting feelings inside my chest made me jittery, frustrating me even further. He came close, standing so near that the speech I’d prepared got tangled on my tongue.

“You … I … how could you?,” I blabbered.

This wasn’t going well. I should have slapped his face and demanded to know why he deceived me.

“Don’t make a scene, my Souvenir,” he whispered in my ear, resulting in my spine tingling. His accent now more pronounced than before.

I should have waited until the remnants of our love making wore off. The thrill of ecstasy was too fresh, my body was betraying me. How could that be? I didn’t even know his name and here I was, my pussy twitching just because his lips brushed my ears.

Use your anger Savvy. Remember why you’re here.

“You bastard,” I said through clenched teeth. “How could you do that to a woman? How could you deceive me like that?”

Calmly he took his chair and sat, motioning for me to do the same. Eyes were now focused at our table. Embarrassed that I might make a fool of myself, I sat. No one could know about this. It was distressing enough for me to know what I did.

“If my memory serves me correct, mio caro, you came into my suite, dropped your dress and refused to talk.”

“But we did talk, you asked me questions.”

“Si.”

“You’re Italian?”

“È cosi.”

Shaking my head while trying to refocus, I returned to the subject. “Why did you do that? And to think we went all the way. Now I might have caught some disease.”

“And you wouldn’t have, with an escort who does that for a living?”

“They are highly screened.”

“Did they also screen for the stiffness of his cock?”

My eyes flew to his, widening at his rough language. Thinking it and saying it were two different things in my mind. A lady would never be caught saying or listening to such things, especially in public. I found that since last night, this man was making me think and do things I would never have done before.

“That’s crude,” I scoffed.

“You didn’t think it was crude when you welcomed my cock with your hot slippery cunt.”

He stood, pulled his chair next to mine and sat again, our thighs touching.

“What are you doing,” I asked, my heart skipping several beats.

“You have two choices, mia bella Souvenir.” His voice was low and sultry.

He was tracing my jawline with his fingers, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. I could hardly breathe. My skin flushed, my heart thundered and my nipples pebbled against my lace bra.

“Stop doing that,” I snapped, attempting to shift my chair. “You haven’t told me why you pretended to be my date. Do you know how dirty it makes me feel?”

He laughed lightly and leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t want you to feel that you were not desired. If I had told you that you walked into the wrong room, you would never have gone through with your plan, now would you?’

“Of course I wouldn’t!”

“Today, you would have sat at home alone, miserable and wondering what your husband saw in that woman…”

“Sugar Plum.”

“Huh?”

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