Page 11 of Rich & Decadent

Nowthiswas what she had imagined when she’d booked the room. Her phone vibrated from where it sat. She blew out a deep breath and thought about ignoring it. But then she picked it up and glanced at the screen.

The caller ID ‘My main bitch’ flashed across the screen. Imani grinned and answered.

“Hello?” she said.

“I just assumed you were dead since you never called me once you were settled,” Carla snapped playfully. Carla and Imani had been friends for a long time and Imani gritted her teeth as she realized she’d forgotten to call her friend. She’d had every intention to call Carla, or at least message her, but she’d been a little distracted.

And that distraction’s name was Wilheim Rusek.

“I’m so sorry. Don’t be mad,” Imani chuckled. She hit the speakerphone button and sat her cell back down on the bathtub’s ledge. She leaned back and closed her eyes.

“I’m mad that I wasn’t able to come with you! We could have toured the city and had fun. I’ve been to San Francisco so many times. I could have taken you around,” Carla said.

“I know, but don’t worry. I had a wonderful tour guide,” Imani admitted. She was thankful Carla couldn’t see her face.Her cheeks warmed at the thought of how their city tour had ended. That was definitely something her friend wouldn’t have been able to do. She knew Carla had family in the Bay Area and she would have been a great guide, but she wouldn’t have been able to top Will.

“Oh, really? Don’t tell me you paid for one of those terrible, overpriced city tours?—”

“Of course not,” Imani laughed.

“Good. Don’t waste your money. Wait… Who took you around? Did you meet up with Kizzie? How is she doing? How’s the baby? What’s his name again?”

“It wasn’t Kizzie who took me around,” Imani admitted softly. Silence greeted her for a moment before Carla came back on the phone.

“Well, who took you around? Someone from the company?”

“No, Niko’s brother, Will.” Imani couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on her face. Just thinking of Will made her feel like a teenager. If Carla had been in front of her, she was sure her friend would be rolling her eyes.

“Will? The one who’s going to be your plus one at the black-tie thing?” Carla asked.

“Yes.” Imani squeezed her eyes shut. She and Carla never hid anything from each other. They shared every aspect of their lives together and at the moment, she needed to share something with her friend. “And he just left not too long ago.”

“You little hussy!” her friend exclaimed. Imani laughed at her friend acting crazy and making lewd noises on the phone. That was why they were so close. There was never any judgment between them. If she wanted to go off across the country and have a one night stand with a good looking guy, Carla would probably encourage it. “That’s why you sound funny. I thought maybe you were catching a cold or something from the plane!”

“No, no cold. Girl, I can’t evenbeginto tell you how the night was.” Okay, there were some things she wasn’t going to be sharing with Carla. It felt a little too personal to share how that man had put it on her.

“From the sound of your voice I can tell there was lots of screaming was involved.”

Imani shook her head. The woman knew her all too well. It would have been fun to have Carla come with her, but had she, there was a high chance she wouldn’t have taken Will up on his offer to tour the city if she had. Maybe it was meant to be.

“You don’t worry about what’s going on. Let’s just say that man is someone special,” she said softly. Carla must have sensed that she wanted to change the subject away from her night with Will. They had a quick conversation of what Imani had planned for the day and then Carla wished her good luck on her presentations and they disconnected the call with Imani promising to call her back to check in before she left the city.

Imani quickly bathed and got out of the tub. She wrapped the fluffy white towel around her body and moved over to the sink. She finished her business in the bathroom before leaving going into her room. She ambled over to the closet and tried to not look at the bed. She didn’t want to get heated all over again thinking of the things that had been done there.

After moisturizing her skin, she quickly donned the hotel issued robe and then made her way into the living room and called down for room service. A good hot meal was what she needed to set her up for the day. She was famished, and if she were going to go over her notes for her presentation, she would need something in her stomach.

She grabbed her tablet and took a seat on the couch before finding the television remote and selecting a channel that had the local news on. With that playing in the background, she pulled up her presentation.

Imani stared at the words on the screen but couldn’t concentrate.

All she could think of was Will’s tongue and mouth on her pussy. Imani groaned. That man’s tongue, mouth, hands, and dick… they were all were lethal. How the hell was she supposed to work after spending the night with him? How the hell could she think of anything else but how it felt to take his dick in her mouth, or the taste of his cum on her tongue? She loved giving head, and when it came to his cock? She had worshiped that damn thing. She groaned and covered her face with her hands.

How was she going to keep herself composed while waiting for five o’clock to get here?

It was going to be a long ass day.

With a shake of her head, she focused on her tablet. She had to prepare. She had no intention of stumbling through her presentation like a fool. She just had to get through the day and then she’d be with him again.

Hopefully, tonight would end like yesterday.

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