Page 57 of Roulette: The Madam

The Condora Botta Alta suede, red-sole boots that hugged my thighs collided with the marble, echoing in the lobby ofThe Carmichael. The hotel was massive in size and one of the top three in the city.

Its beauty didn’t end in the common areas. The rooms were incredible. The penthouses were top tier. And, that’s exactly where I was headed.

“Good evening, Ma’am.”

“Good evening.”

“Evening, Ma’am.”

“Champagne?”

“No thank you.”

I declined the already fluted champagne offered as I rounded the corner that led to the elevators. The idea of both Chino and Israel in the same room, same bed, and same pussy was inebriating enough. Enhancers weren’t necessary.

A fantasy of mine that I’d never considered being part of my reality would be playing out before my very eyes in a matter of minutes. The hairs on the nape of my neck would’ve stood at attention hadn’t I gotten every inch of my body lasered two days ago.

All but the hairs in my nostrils, on my eyebrows, on my eyelashes, and on my head were gone. I was as smooth as a baby’s bottom, possibly smoother.

I’d bet my last dollar that a baby’s skin isn’t fucking with mine tonight.

The factors were constantly adding up and the ruling was emphasized each time my mind ventured toward children. I was too selfish of a person to share my life with a mini version of me. The world didn’t need two of us. It wouldn’t be standing much longer if I ever brought someone into this world that shared my personality.

Fuck them kids.

Six elevators lined the hallway. I scanned the digits on each of them to be sure I was summoning the correct cart. It had been a while since I’d stalked the halls ofThe Carmichael.Once satisfied with my conclusion, I pressed the correct elevator and stood two feet away.

Ding.

My spine straightened at the sound of the trolley’s arrival. I glided toward the doors and stepped inside once they openedcompletely. I used the hotel key that was pressed between the fabric of the red lace gloves covering my hands to illuminate the motherboard.

P1.

Penthouse number one was the largest of the twelve that they had in the entire hotel. It was nearly the length of the thirty-eighth floor. However,P12covered the quarter of the level that it didn’t. Once the button glowed a warm white, I stepped backward and didn’t stop moving my feet until my hands contacted the railing behind me.

I tossed my hair over my shoulder with a turn of my neck. My spine curled and my head fell backward as I closed my eyes. I tucked my button lip between my teeth while considering every possibility of the night ahead. Every scenario sounded better than the next in my head.

My body swelled with small, fine bumps. A chill ran the length of my spine, avoiding the warm parts of me that had me feeling as if I’d been immersed in flames. In the elevator, I began to unravel. I hadn’t even began the journey to the penthouse. The doors were just beginning to close.

Wham.

The unsuspected sound was startling. My hand found my waist in a split second. I watched as a long, slim hand influenced the reopening of the elevator doors. The manicured fingers belonged to a man who took good care of himself. His hygiene. His health. There wasn’t an overgrown cuticle, dirty nail, or any yellowing in sight.

My next breath jammed in my throat as the full figure came into full view. Perfectly hued brown skin stepped through the doors and onto the elevator, joining me. The man who sported it was just as sexy as he was the night I’d met him. But, sexier. Growner. Finer. And, oh so fuckable.

I swallowed the saliva that pooled at the thought of his dick in my mouth. Down my throat. In my pussy. Widening the ridges of my ass. I performed three kegels to keep the contractions of my pussy from sending me to the ground. They were intense, but so washe.

“Good evening, Roulette.”

I stood straight, narrowed my stance and straightened my spine. Naturally, I shrunk in his presence. It was only right when in the presence of a fucking legend. Aman. My femininity peaked, prepared to extract everything my heart desired from him tonight.

“Israel–” I responded with a tilt of my head. I loved everything I was seeing.

He stood directly in front of me with his hands folded in front of him, resting over what I knew was a tool for digging wells and breaking levees. He was in no hurry to take his rightful place in the elevator.

His eyes were undressing me as if he wouldn’t tonight. His gaze cut through me like deli meat. And, I wanted nothing more than to fold for him.

“Like what you see?” I asked, pushing off the rail behind me.

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