Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Second elevator on the left.” The blond one smiles. “Fourth floor.” A guard comes over and accompanies us to the lift and pushes the buttons for us on the outside of the lift. I think this is strange until I realize there are no buttons on the inside. This place is very exclusive. As we enter the lift a horrifying thought crosses my mind. Do they think I’m an escort? Probably…stop thinking. Max stays silent next to me in the elevator and my heart rate is jumping through my chest. This place is probably the most luxurious hotel I have ever been in. It’s breathtaking. Is this what he was talking about with the expensive life thing? Is this normal for him? I shake my head.
“How the other half live, hey,” I sigh to Max. He smiles and nods, understanding my meaning. We walk up a wide corridor. Exclusive artwork lines the walls and the carpet is plush underfoot. Large fresh flowers adorn the antique benches. Beautiful chandeliers hang low. The sheer grandeur of this place only adds to my nerves. We finally arrive at the door.
“I will be out here for you, ma’am, if you need me.”
I frown. “Are you staying out in the corridor all night?” I’m mortified.
He smiles. “No, Mr. Stanton has booked the whole floor. Ben and I have our own apartments too.” He winks at me and I smile. There have to be some perks to guarding a billionaire. He steps back to allow me privacy to knock. Why in the hell am I so nervous? It’s because I am feeling out of my league here in this exotic place. I feel like bloody Bridget Jones in a Hollywood blockbuster movie.
The door opens and there he is. The finest male specimen on earth in a black dinner suit. My heart stops; I have never seen him in a dinner suit and black tie. He looks breathtaking. He stands back to allow me to enter and nods to Max in appreciation for getting me there safely. I enter and gasp at the sight.
The room is half dark with only the lamps and a row of gentle spotlights around the perimeter of the ceiling. The back wall has a breathtaking view of the Sydney skyscraper lights, Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. He closes the door behind me. My eyes shoot back to Mr. Stanton. That’s who he is tonight. I can feel the dominance oozing from his every pore.
My throat is dry as I look him up and down. The sexual tension in the air is thick with anticipation, my heart racing. His eyes hungrily scan from my head to my toes and back up again, and he cracks his neck. Hmm, there it is. He holds up his hand for me as he smiles affectionately. I take it and he wraps me in an embrace. He retrieves something out of his pocket and points it at the wall and a loud beat fills the space. I smile—it’s the song I sent him today. ‘Dark Horse’, the sexiest song I have ever heard.
He starts to move his hips in time to the beat and pulls me close, so we are dancing a slow sensual dance, backward and forward. He pulls something out of his pocket and points it toward the wall and three huge screens light up around the perimeter of the room, all with different angles of us. My eyes shoot back to his in realization of what’s going on here and he smiles a slow knowing sexy smile. His head is at an angle as he waits for my approval. He tenderly grabs my face with his hands and swipes his tongue through my lips hungrily, as his hips keep dancing. I can’t help it. I get lost in his kiss and the provocative dance he has me dancing here.
“I missed my beautiful girl today,” he whispers into my neck. Warmth spreads through me at his intimate words. I could get used to this. As he is dancing, his lips follow down the length of my neck and he gently sucks me, all the while gently dancing the erotic dance with his hips. I look over his shoulder and reality sinks in. Holy shit. There are three cameras around the room on tripods. One is angled toward the double ottoman in the middle of the lounge room where a spotlight is also angled. He kisses me again more deeply, more passionately, and I know I had good reason to be nervous. My gut feeling was onto something. I know what’s going on here.
Josh’s kink is coming to life…. We are making a porno.
19
Natasha
As Katy Perry’s velvety voice sings the seductive words to ‘Dark Horse’, the addictive sexy music fills the room and my senses through the sound system.