Page 30 of Games We Play
“I trust that there are no issues with check-in now.” Sloan slid her ID card across the counter. “If it’s all right with you, we’d like to go up to our room as soon as possible.”
Blushing, the woman snatched Sloan’s card and punched something into her computer. “Of course, Ms. Sloan. Everything is already prepared for you.” She handed them both room keys. She only glanced at Sean, standing a few feet away, for a second.
“I trust that his room is ready as well.”
“Of course.”
While the woman finished checking them in, Sloan gave Leah the first public kiss to seal their fates as some risqué couple.
The woman in the cubicle dropped her phone.
“Missed you too, sweetheart,” Sloan muttered in Leah’s ear before grabbing their keys. She signed her name one more time and spared the receptionist no other attention. She only had eyes for Leah, and it was the kind of gaze that made women like her appear more formidable than ever.
“I like your outfit,” Leah squeaked as soon as the elevator doors were closed. Sean had not accompanied them. “I wasn’t expecting you to be…”
Sloan spent two seconds straightening her wig cap in the elevator mirror. “Sometimes I wake up and think… why not be more feminine today? Nobody suspects a woman with hair and makeup like mine. Well, maybe they think I might steal theirhusbands,but would that really be a loss for any of them if that’s all it takes?”
Leah’s hair was dull and lifeless compared to a damned wig.Look at that sheen! The perfect roots! It feels like real hair!Whoa, what if it was? Wigs made of real hair existed, but weren’t they expensive? Not like Sloan couldn’t afford them, but wigs made from real hair were something Leah associated with old women and cancer survivors. Sloan was neither, as far as she knew.
She didn’t know much about Sloan at all. Google searches hadn’t turned up much.She must pay people to keep her scrubbed off the web.She didn’t have a Wikipedia page. The most information Leah could dredge was Sloan’s age (39) and that she had been born in a Chicago suburb to a surgeon and an architect.She always had money, huh?Enough to partner with a man like Aaron Giles to form their own company. That mandidhave a Wikipedia page, and it made sure to describe his family’s long history of investing and corporate takeovers.
Leah didn’t understand what most of that meant. She had a vague notion of what investing entailed, but how did one take over a whole corporation?My brain would probably melt trying to understand it.Leah could bake and decorate a wedding cake in an afternoon, but she wasn’t about to start analyzing Bloomberg and C-SPAN.
“I don’t want to talk about my appearance, though.” Sloan cornered Leah in the elevator, hand gripping the gold rail. Numbers slowly counted upward, but the only lurch Leah felt in her stomach was the one Sloan gave her with that glare. “I’d much rather talk about how beautiful you are.”
“Tha… thank… I’m wearing the negligee you gave me.” Compliments were too hard to bear right now. Leah would rather keep focus on what Sloancouldbe complimenting instead of eliciting more from her. “Do you want me to show you?”
Sloan could barely contain her smirk of accomplishment. “When we get to the room.” They were only two floors away from theirs. Sloan leaned down and muttered, though nobody was around to hear them, “Did you wear the other thing I asked you to?”
Nodding, Leah could hardly contain the excitement bubbling up her throat. “Thank you, by the way. It was very generous of you to send me that…”
Her attentions were soon distracted by the miniature remote Sloan pulled out of her jacket pocket. Most of the words and buttons were unreadable from where Leah stood, but she knew what that thumb hovering over the big read button meant.
On.
Leah thought the command the moment Sloan hit it. Tiny vibrations erupted from the pit of Leah’s loins and quickly expanded through her whole body. She grabbed the handrail behind her, eyes wide and thighs clamping together.
“I knew this would be fun as soon as I was in range of you again.” Sloan turned off the bullet vibe lodged within Leah’s body. The vibrations were not as quick to calm down as they had been to start up. “I hoped the battery worked, and I wouldn’t stand here looking like an incompetent movie villain.”
The elevator doors opened. Sloan was the first to step out, since Leah was still too overwhelmed to move from her spot.
What have I gotten myself into this time?Oh,nowshe was having that thought? Where the fuck was Leah’s conscience a few days ago, when this woman – whom she barely knew – sent her a box full of kinky shit?
“Don’t make me turn it back on prematurely,” Sloan called over her shoulder. “Let’s go inside and have a little chat. Just us girls!”
Leah stumbled out of the elevator before the doors could close on her face. Sloan was already sliding her keycard into her suite by the time Leah caught up to her.
It wasn’t as spacious as the hotel room from a week ago, but Leah didn’t see that as a detriment.It’s cozier. Sexier, right?She would never be more than a few feet away from Sloan, whose current perfume practically hooked its finger beneath Leah’s nose.
“Wine?” Sloan pulled the bottle out of its ice bucket and opened it as if she drank a bottle of wine every day. That level of dexterity made Leah cock her head and wonder how long it would take for those fingers to find other buttons to play with. “Or is it too early in the day for you to indulge?”
Leah shook her head. “If you’re having some, then so am I.”
“Excellent. “Have a seat on the couch. We have much to talk about.”
Leah sat on the corner of the couch.Should I take off my jacket?She wore nothing but the negligee and its accompanying underwear beneath it. To think, she hadwalkedhere in the cold weather!I was kept warm by thoughts of what was going to happen.Not that it stopped her sister from taking off her headphones and asking Leah where the hell she was going without anything to keep her legs warm. Leah had told her the gym, of all things!
As far as her family knew, she was going out with her friends again, and possibly staying the night at Melissa or Gina’s.I can’t believe I’m lying to my parents. At thirty.She needed her own place like she needed Sloan to come over and kiss her.
