“Just down here,” I say to Wyatt and Anthony. I power walk across the street as the lights change.
“Where are we going?” Wyatt asks. I’m on my lunchbreak and I’m on a mission.
“Victoria’s Secret,” I say casually, as if I say that to them every day.
Wyatt frowns at Anthony but quickly recovers.
I march down the street and they try to keep up with me. I know this looks suspicious. I’m going to buy lingerie on my lunchbreak, making it seem like I have a date.
Well, too bad, because I do.
I walk inside the store and the two men come in and look around to check the surroundings.
“You can wait outside for me, if you like.” I smile awkwardly. I don’t want them to see what I buy.
“Okay, sure thing.” They head off outside and wait near the front doors for me.
I exhale heavily as I look around. Right, what do I want?
Something sexy.
There are rows upon rows of skimpy satin and silk bras, as well as panties. I take a black bra and thong set and keep walking. I keep going until I get to the corsets. I grab an ice-pink lace-up corset and matching thong. I keep walking until I get to the nightdresses, and I smile. This is more me.
I spot a cream babydoll nightdress that is completely see through with a fuchsia-coloured satin ribbon weaved through the lace under the bodice. A delicate flower pattern is entwined into the lace. It’s beautiful. The lace bottoms are the same fuchsia colour with pretty cream bows.
This is it. I grab my size and head to the counter. I look at my watch and realise I’ve been here for all of twelve minutes.
Don’t mess with me when I’m trying to be sexy. I’m a woman on a mission.
* * *
I walk through the foyer of the Four Seasons with Wyatt carrying the biggest bunch of flowers in history-vase and all.
“Where did you get these?” Anthony asks.
I fake a smile. “A secret admirer from work. Someone on level four, apparently.”
Wyatt frowns from behind the flowers. “Who?”
“I’m not sure, but I’m hoping it’s the guy from accounts.”
Anthony smirks and I smile cheekily. I’m going to throw them off the Spencer scent.
We get into the lift, and I have to concentrate on keeping a straight face. Every day it’s the same routine. We come back here, they check my apartment and check the fire stair doors are still locked from the outside, and then after they are satisfied that it is safe, I’m left alone.
We arrive at my floor and Anthony walks inside first as Wyatt and I stay outside. Then Wyatt goes in while I wait for them to give me the all clear.
I listen to them walking through the apartment. It’s never really occurred to me before now how bizarre this actually is.
“You can come in!” Wyatt calls. I walk in to find my roses have been carefully placed in the centre of the dining table.
“Thank you.” I walk in and throw my handbag on the foyer table. I kick off my shoes, turn the television on, and I walk through to the kitchen to boil the kettle.
I listen as Anthony walks around upstairs and Wyatt does his balcony checks. Eventually, they both come down to the kitchen to find me.
“Are you going out again tonight?” Anthony asks.
“No. I’m having room service and going to bed early,” I lie. “I won’t be needing you again this evening.”
“We’ll be here in the hotel the whole night,” Anthony assures me.
I smile. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. I appreciate you both.”
They head to the front door, and Wyatt turns to look at me as if he knows something is off.
I smile calmly and hold eye contact with him.
Flowers and lingerie, you idiot.
He knows.
“Goodnight, boys.” I smile. “I’ll head down to the gym at 6:00 a. m. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
“We’ll see you there,” Wyatt says flatly, and then they both walk out into the corridor.
“See you then.” I close the door, turn the lock, and run through the apartment and up to my room.
Next stop: YouPorn.
I open my laptop and type the words YouPorn into the search bar as I sit on my bed. The site opens up in front of me and my eyes instantly widen.
Oh shit.
The page is full of little squares of images of things-things that I have never seen before. My mouth falls open, but I find myself leaning closer. There are women bent over, men ejaculating, dicks-lots of dicks.
I swallow the lump in my throat as I scroll through the images.
I click on the next page and read some of the headings.
Slut Fucks Teacher. Anal to Mouth. Anal to what? That’s a thing? Hubs Watches Wife Fuck His Friend. Dual POV? What does that mean? Cream Pie! What the hell is a cream pie?
I scroll through the pages, completely overwhelmed. It’s very intimidating seeing images of naked people having sex. Dicks, lots of hard dicks, in every shape and colour… they’re everywhere.
I click out of the site in disgust, slamming my laptop shut.
It feels cheap to even be looking at it.
I shiver in disgust and get up to go take a shower.
Ten minutes later, as I stand under the hot water, I think about what I’ve just seen. I want to know how to please Spencer. I want to know what to do.
There is only one way to learn. It’s not like I’m going to be able to see this stuff anywhere else.
I’m going to have to go out there and make myself watch a few things.
I turn off the shower with renewed determination, and I storm back out to my bedroom to reopen my laptop. I scroll through the categories.
Romantic? Yes, I want romantic. I keep searching until I find one that looks okay, and I hit play, leaning back against my headboard.
It involves a couple, both about my age, and both dark haired. They’re naked in bed and kissing.
His hand slides down to between her legs, and I watch, transfixed.
They begin to kiss, his hand moving lower. I sit forward as he slides two fingers into her.
My mouth falls open. Oh, I feel my arousal rolling in as I watch him turn her on. I can see the muscles on his shoulder contract as he works her. Her legs are opening wider and wider. This is hot.
My eyebrows rise, and I swallow the lump in my throat. I look around guiltily. This feels so naughty. I exhale as she moans and thrashes, her back arching off the bed. I can almost feel it myself. I rub my legs together to ease some tension.
The man lies back, and she kisses down his chest and over his stomach. Then she begins to suck on his penis.
His hands are on the back of her head.
I hold my breath.
Fascinated, I watch her bring him to his undoing. He groans beneath her, unable to control himself. His legs are wide, and his face…
Oh, I want to do this to Spencer.
* * *
Like a cat ready to pounce on her prey, I sit at the kitchen island in my sexy little nightdress.
It’s 7:30 p. m., and I hate to admit it, but I watched people having sex for over an hour this afternoon. Soft sex, hard sex, messy and wet sex-all of it was hot. Damn, Sarah was right. I have been missing out.
I sip my wine and smirk to myself. Who the hell am I?
Working in a mailroom, sneaking men into my suite, watching porn, getting flowers and sitting here in sexy nightwear, waiting for the most gorgeous man of all time to come and cook me dinner.
I feel so alive, like my whole life is just getting started.
I hear the door open and my heart flips.
“Charlotte?” Spencer calls, securing the chain in place on the door.
I bound out of the kitchen. The second he sees me, he drops the shopping bags that were in his hands, and he smiles broadly. I laugh and jump up at him, loving the way he wraps his big arms around me when he catches me and lifts my feet from the floor.
“Hello, Mr Spencer.” I smile.
We kiss and his tongue slowly slides between my waiting lips.
“I’ll send you flowers every fucking day if this is the hello I get.”
I giggle. “Thank you.”
We kiss again and again, and Lord, I need him. He walks me backwards to the lounge and falls onto the sofa so I can straddle him.
He looks up at me. “You’re different,” he whispers.
“I feel different.”
His hands slide under my nighty and over my bare hips. “I like this… different.”
“Hmm,” I murmur as I rub myself over his hard cock.
All my arousal from the last hour of porn has me ready to explode. I kiss him with an urgency like never before. His eyes flash with arousal, and his tongue dances with mine. The kiss is deep, slow, and long, and my body begins to grind over his hard cock, taking on a rhythm of its own.
I can’t hold it. I want to do this, and I want to do it now.
I drop to the floor, positioning myself between his legs, and he inhales sharply, completely shocked.
Our eyes lock.
I want to suck him. I want to bring him undone. I slide the zipper of his jeans down and he frowns, confused by my sudden show of bravery. I hardly touched him last time we were together.
He lifts his hand to cup my face, and I tug at his pants a little harder. I want this. Eventually, he stands and takes them off, and I lift his T-shirt over his head.
“Jesus,” he mutters.
I rub his shaft through his briefs and his eyes flutter.
“Fucking hell, those roses are miracle workers. I’ll buy the fucking company tomorrow.”
I giggle and lick my lips, sliding down his boxers before I push him back to his position on the sofa.
I drop back down to the floor and kiss up his thigh.
His scent intoxicates me, and this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
His places his hands to the back of my head carefully. “Fuck,” he whispers.
I look at his dick. It’s hard, engorged, and so thick. I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I’m going to go with what I watched today.
I lick the top and his hands slide to my face. With our eyes locked, I slowly take him in my mouth, enjoying the way he hisses in approval.
“Tell me if I do it right,” I whisper around him.
“Angel, you’re doing it fucking perfect.” He brushes my hair back from my face.
I take him deeper and deeper, and my eyes close when I get a taste of his pre-ejaculate. It’s salty and different to anything I’ve ever tasted before.
I get into a rhythm and begin to work him with my hand. His body relaxes and he lies back against the couch.
“Fucking hell,” he moans.
I work harder and harder. His hips are rising to meet my rhythm. I place my fingers around his balls and he shudders.
“Stop that or I’ll come.”
I smile around him, and I do it again. Spencer shudders and his eyes roll back in his head.
“Get up here,” he growls.
I ignore him and keep sucking him until he pulls me off, guiding me so that I’m kneeling over him. He swipes his fingers though my flesh.
“Holy fuck, you’re dripping wet,” he whispers.