ROMANCE: Resist Me (Taboo Romance, BDSM, New Adult, Pregnancy, Contemporary, Short Story) Read Free

situation. They told me to keep you here until they can figure out what to do next.”
    “But what about my husband in the US?” Riley asked. “He was expecting a telegram from me tomorrow.”
    “Let us deal with it. We have people all over the world who can cover. Someone will put together a ‘wish you were here’ message and send it to him.”
    He looked at her cheap tourist dress and hose.
    “You are free to use the shower. There is a robe in there which should fit you. Drop your clothes in the basket, I’ll have someone clean them tomorrow. Your luggage we can have sent over from the hotel, no one will ask questions. American tourists in Paris are always ending up in places they hadn’t thought about.”
    Riley didn’t argue. She was tired and wanted to sleep, but the couch didn’t look too inviting. Maybe he had some kind of fold out bed. He was a fit and good looking man; she doubted he had to sleep alone if he didn’t want to.
    The shower had everything she needed. Obviously, a woman used it from time to time; she would ask Dare about it later. He must have some stories; ones he could tell. As the water rinsed the grime of travel off her body, she thought even more about him. It was time to make a little plan herself. She couldn’t let this opportunity pass.
    Riley emerged from the shower in a long white robe, her hair wrapped in a towel. She had dumped her travel clothes in the basket as instructed.
    Alan Dare had changed too. He was wearing a smoking jacket and had set the table for both of them; the food was already on the table. He had even remembered to pour the right kind of wine to go with it.
    “I thought you had given up smoking,” she said to him.
    “I have given up smoking tobacco. There are other things I like to do in this jacket.”
    He smiled at her and Riley smiled back.
    “I didn’t plan on having a secret agent save my life today,” she told him as he pulled the chair out for her. She seated herself as he slid the chair in place.
    “If you know who I am,” Dare said, “how can it be secret?”
    They ate dinner in silence. Riley wasn’t sure how much she should say or what he was allowed to talk about. The food was good and she could understand why it was a local favorite. Dessert came from the refrigerator and was an excellent chocolate mousse. She watched him eat it slowly, paying careful attention to the way his mouth worked. Inside, she wanted the mouth all over her body.
    “Should I help you with the dishes Agent Dare?” Riley asked as she moved her plate away.
    “No, I have one of those new dishwashers. It came with the place.”
    She stood up and strolled over to the couch, crossing her legs in such a way he could have a clear view of them. The robe split open at the bottom. He had a real good view.
    “Would you like me to put something on?” he asked, gesturing to the stereo. It was a large wooden console, one of the biggest ones Riley had ever seen. The apartment was nicely furnished, no question there.
    “Of course. I’m curious as to what a secret agent plays on his off hours.”
    Dare walked over to the album rack and pulled out an LP of John Coltrane. The album featured a full profile of the famous saxophone player on the cover. He was one of the masters of playing it and she had often heard her husband talk about his skill.
    Dare put the record on the platter and turned on the stereo, giving it some time to warm-up. He waited a few seconds, and then carefully lowered the tone arm to the surface of the vinyl. As it turned the slow sounds of Coltrane came out of the speakers next to the couch.
    “John Coltrane and stereo blues,” Dare said as she sat down next to her. “What could be a better combination?”
    “Do you realize I am a married woman, Mr. Dare?” she said.
    “I realize you are a modern woman,” he said in response. “One whose husband did not come with you on this trip. Is there some reason he stayed in St. Louis?”
    “He couldn’t leave