Part 21 (2/2)
She screamed. Her slit leaked more and more. ”You are driving me crazy.”
He kept pumping. ”I'm going to come.” He pulled out. ”Where do you want it?”
”Where do you think?” She ripped his condom off and received him in her mouth. His c.u.m felt hot as it surged down her throat. It tasted sweeter than last night. Rest must've given him time to refuel.
From the bed's edge, he stood and lifted her over his shoulder.
”Warner!” Her face smacked his backside. She pushed her hands against his muscles so she wouldn't hit her mouth.
”Shut it.” He tightened his grip around her ankles. ”My girl needs a bath before her press conference.”
In the shower, the steam came up, comforting her skin.
Lowering her to the floor, he insisted, ”Let me wash you.”
Feeling better, she stepped in next to him and closed the gla.s.s door behind her. Taddy wrapped her hands around him, and hugged him tight. ”I'm sorry for smacking you.” She leaned in and pressed her lips onto his.
He took her into his arms and kissed her back, loving her with his tongue. He reached over and grabbed the shampoo, lathering a coconut smell in his hands. ”Why did you behave so aggressively last night?”
”Scared, I guess. I'm not used to this.” She was relieved the shower sprayed her face. It disguised her tears.
”Get used to it.” He palmed the shampoo into his own hair, washed and then rinsed. He held her under the water to rinse.
”You make us sound-easy.” She lifted her hands up. He washed over her responsive b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Then he slid the cotton cloth between her v.a.g.i.n.a and a.s.shole.
”Don't make us hard, Taddy.” He squatted down, scrubbing her legs as she lifted each foot, holding on to his shoulders for balance.
Taddy tried to smile. ”I'll do my best, I promise.” She'd give one hundred percent. She wanted, needed and perhaps finally deserved someone like Warner.
”We're going to continue this talk after the conference.”
She left his room to go upstairs to change. From the look on Warner's face, he thought she might not come back.
A part of her agreed with his fears. She didn't want to be vulnerable.
Chapter Sixteen.
A 1910 Hourgla.s.s Figure Warner thought Taddy's idea for Hotel du France, which was located on Promenade de la Croisette, to be genius. Taddy was more familiar with the property than his shareholders. Erected as a three-hundred-fifty-room luxury resort, Hotel du France had opened in 1910. It was inspired by a famous French courtesan named Madame Diana la Chatte. Hotel du France's building structure, if looked at from an aerial shot, resembled la Chatte's hourgla.s.s figure. Originally, the yards had been landscaped with lush gardens, which the previous owners had destroyed in the 1970s. Today it was just gra.s.s.
A Cote d'Azur woman, la Chatte had risen to fame dancing burlesque at The Follies. Taddy's strategy was to declare the property a historic landmark-she'd filed the paperwork yesterday-and to have the lawns restored back to what they'd look like when it opened.
Taddy had presented him with the idea to come up with Cannes' first all-inclusive adults-only retreat for lovers. Adult guests reserved for this season would receive a VIP invite to stay at a discounted rate the following year. The guests booked with families this season would remain on the hotel's lower floors while couples only stayed in sensual-themed suites at the top. It would be a modern-day Club Med for the French Riviera with first-cla.s.s service as the property would play up the Madame Diana la Chatte history. Future plans for the property included new uniforms created by Lex Easton from Easton Essentials and press trips for editors from overseas to bring their lovers. Baden Cosmetics had agreed to brand a new line of spa and body products under the Hotel du France name. Brill, Inc. was projecting the property's largest moneymaker to be the adult-themed, all-inclusive wedding package with featured honeymoon incentives.
Warner stopped the work he was doing for his trip to Asia on his laptop when he heard a knock at his door.
You returned. When he opened the door, Red came back into his suite. She'd readied herself in her own room one floor below and looked stunning. Her hair was up in a bun. She wore a tight miniskirt, high heels and a blouse that showed a little cleavage. ”Why is your hair up?” He frowned.
She spun around, giving him a show. ”When I need the journalists to take me seriously, I wear it like this.”
”Cute.” He walked over and kissed her. Hmmm, peppermint. ”You could shave your head and you'd still be gorgeous.”
”I doubt that. Warner-why aren't you dressed?” She scrutinized his bathrobe. ”We have to be down in the main ballroom in about forty minutes.”
”This is your show. I don't need to be dressed.” He sat on the sofa and kicked his legs up. ”I'll see you back upstairs after it's over. I've prepared your going-away present, otherwise known as our talk.”
A gasp escaped her perfect lips. ”What are you talking about? You're the one giving the presentation.” She opened the closet and pulled out a suit. ”Let's go. I have to head downstairs for a sound check.”
”I never agreed to talk. I don't do media interviews.” He crossed his arms and slouched back in the seat. ”I a.s.sumed you'd speak.” She couldn't be serious.
”Why else would I want to prep you last night?”
”I hoped 'prep' was cover talk for us getting to know one another. I a.s.sumed those notes were for you, and I approved them.” He didn't budge. No public speaking.
She gritted her teeth. ”That's rich, Warner. The media came to meet you. They could give a rat's a.s.s about this hotel or me. You are the star.”
Flabbergasted, he said, ”Is that so?”
”The minute I let on to the journalists you'd be presenting, they agreed to come.” She pulled the confirmation sheet out of her folder and held it in his face. ”How do you think we got this many reporters to attend?”
”I don't want to be a part of it.” Arms still crossed, he met her eyes without flinching.
”You're an odd duck.”
”Am I?”
”You're the only CEO from a major corporation who isn't the brand's spokesperson.” She tightened her wrist.w.a.tch as if the show would go on without him.
”Not true. There are several...” He just couldn't name any off the top of his head.
”Huh?”
”Taddy, we may need to renegotiate our agreement.” He wanted her to stay longer.
”What do you mean?” Seemingly annoyed, she was in work mode and didn't plan on him not going along with this.
”The deal where we agreed you'd make some phone calls and turn this around.”
”Concluding with a press conference in which you were to speak.”
”No, Miss Brill.”
Eyes rolling, she stammered, ”You're right, I'm wrong. I screwed up. I just a.s.sumed you'd speak.” Taddy boldly met his eyes. ”What are we going to do? People don't want to hear from me.” As the room became silent, she walked over and sat on his lap. Her hands cupped his face.
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