Running his tongue along her shoulder, up her neck, along her jaw, he tasted the salt of her skin and immediately found his release. Three more good thrusts and he pulled out, gently laying her body next to the husband.
Gathering his clothes from the floor, Sebastian took his leave so they could have time alone. He wasn't a heartless man, nor was he thoughtless. He cleaned up in the bathroom and put his clothes back on. Hellena was waiting for him outside the door.
"You'll be at my house tomorrow morning at seven," he told her without preamble.
"Yes," she answered. Her brow was furrowed with worry, but she said nothing to him and that was the way he preferred it.
Sebastian left the club, sated.
CHAPTER TWO
The Red Wife
Six months of research culminated in this day, when Sebastian would finally see Mariss Red once more. It was an extraordinarily lovely day to do a shoot at the London Library. He walked across the floor to relieve the strange fluttering in his stomach.
The camera crew arrived a few moments later. Sebastian turned to the woman on his right and demanded, "I need a bottle of water right away."
She blinked up at him, an irritated but polite smile on her face, and said, "Sure. I'll get that for you. Right away."
Startled, Sebastian chuckled into Mariss' pretty brown eyes and gave her a once over. The grey scarf and blouse did nothing but enhance her beauty. Tight, black skinny jeans accentuated already wide hips, but the thing he found most mesmerizing were her burgundy, knee-high boots. With a heel of at least three and a half inches, she was still nowhere near his height of six foot three.
Sebastian let his eyes take her in, pulling his lip between his teeth. Not one to apologize, ever, for any reason, he smiled and said, "I'll appreciate that." He stuck his hands in his pockets and heard her indignant huff as she turned.
Oh, yes, he thought. Get riled up .
He liked his women furious and cussing. Call it what you want, they fucked better when they were pissed.
Sebastian was taken to a green room and given a chair so his hair and makeup artists could get at his face.
"Ah," he said happily. "Mariska and Elise, my two favorite women."
"Hello, Bastian," Mariska grinned.
Elise smiled, but it lacked luster.
"What's wrong, El?" he asked the blonde. Gently, he took her by the wrist and pulled her into his lap. "Talk to me, beautiful."
"You didn't call me back, Sebastian," she answered, frowning furiously.
"Did I say I would?" he asked, feigning shock.
"Yes. You said you would let me know when we could have dinner, but you never called."
Sebastian pouted and watched the woman sitting on his knee melt. "How do you suggest I remedy this situation?"
"You owe me dinner."
"I owe you dinner. I'll tell you what, we'll go to dinner tonight. Will that work for you?"
Elise nodded and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Bastian."
Sebastian let her go and she attacked his hair, running her fingers through it for a few moments before she began to style it. Mariska fitted him with a bib and started the makeup process.
A knock on the door a little while later sent Mariska to answer it.
"This is for Mr. Boa."
"Thank you."
Mariska handed him a bottle of water. "You asked for this?"
Sebastian laughed. Mariss had sent someone else with his water and it was warm. What a feisty wench.
"I did." He set the room temperature bottle on the counter, thought again, and opened it. He was actually quite thirsty.
After half an hour in hair and makeup, Sebastian was ushered into the library where the lights were set up and the photographer was ready to go.
"Allo, Bash!" the man said in a thick accent.
"Hello, Bernard," Sebastian greeted his old friend. Very few people got away with calling him Bash, and only women he'd slept with - most of them - called him Bastian. "How's the wife?"
"She's doin' well. Asked about you the other day."
"Did she?" Sebastian chuckled, hands in his pockets, relaxed. Until he saw Mariss Red
Gathering his clothes from the floor, Sebastian took his leave so they could have time alone. He wasn't a heartless man, nor was he thoughtless. He cleaned up in the bathroom and put his clothes back on. Hellena was waiting for him outside the door.
"You'll be at my house tomorrow morning at seven," he told her without preamble.
"Yes," she answered. Her brow was furrowed with worry, but she said nothing to him and that was the way he preferred it.
Sebastian left the club, sated.
CHAPTER TWO
The Red Wife
Six months of research culminated in this day, when Sebastian would finally see Mariss Red once more. It was an extraordinarily lovely day to do a shoot at the London Library. He walked across the floor to relieve the strange fluttering in his stomach.
The camera crew arrived a few moments later. Sebastian turned to the woman on his right and demanded, "I need a bottle of water right away."
She blinked up at him, an irritated but polite smile on her face, and said, "Sure. I'll get that for you. Right away."
Startled, Sebastian chuckled into Mariss' pretty brown eyes and gave her a once over. The grey scarf and blouse did nothing but enhance her beauty. Tight, black skinny jeans accentuated already wide hips, but the thing he found most mesmerizing were her burgundy, knee-high boots. With a heel of at least three and a half inches, she was still nowhere near his height of six foot three.
Sebastian let his eyes take her in, pulling his lip between his teeth. Not one to apologize, ever, for any reason, he smiled and said, "I'll appreciate that." He stuck his hands in his pockets and heard her indignant huff as she turned.
Oh, yes, he thought. Get riled up .
He liked his women furious and cussing. Call it what you want, they fucked better when they were pissed.
Sebastian was taken to a green room and given a chair so his hair and makeup artists could get at his face.
"Ah," he said happily. "Mariska and Elise, my two favorite women."
"Hello, Bastian," Mariska grinned.
Elise smiled, but it lacked luster.
"What's wrong, El?" he asked the blonde. Gently, he took her by the wrist and pulled her into his lap. "Talk to me, beautiful."
"You didn't call me back, Sebastian," she answered, frowning furiously.
"Did I say I would?" he asked, feigning shock.
"Yes. You said you would let me know when we could have dinner, but you never called."
Sebastian pouted and watched the woman sitting on his knee melt. "How do you suggest I remedy this situation?"
"You owe me dinner."
"I owe you dinner. I'll tell you what, we'll go to dinner tonight. Will that work for you?"
Elise nodded and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Bastian."
Sebastian let her go and she attacked his hair, running her fingers through it for a few moments before she began to style it. Mariska fitted him with a bib and started the makeup process.
A knock on the door a little while later sent Mariska to answer it.
"This is for Mr. Boa."
"Thank you."
Mariska handed him a bottle of water. "You asked for this?"
Sebastian laughed. Mariss had sent someone else with his water and it was warm. What a feisty wench.
"I did." He set the room temperature bottle on the counter, thought again, and opened it. He was actually quite thirsty.
After half an hour in hair and makeup, Sebastian was ushered into the library where the lights were set up and the photographer was ready to go.
"Allo, Bash!" the man said in a thick accent.
"Hello, Bernard," Sebastian greeted his old friend. Very few people got away with calling him Bash, and only women he'd slept with - most of them - called him Bastian. "How's the wife?"
"She's doin' well. Asked about you the other day."
"Did she?" Sebastian chuckled, hands in his pockets, relaxed. Until he saw Mariss Red
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