“Mourning?” I ask, a hand flying to my chest in mock shock. “You saved me a big job, Jimmy. Clearly, I need you to see that I mean that. Zane Maverick was beginning to tear my family apart, and you prevented that.” I take a step closer to him, my hand coming up to play with the collar of his shirt. “Now let me show you how I say thank you.”
I give him no chance to squander the moment, ruin the mood, or turn my plan on its head. I enter the house without an invite and begin to kiss him. I push him back into his house and suggest we go back upstairs. His actions, his greedy hands, and his roughness tell me he likes the idea. We head up the stairs in a haze of touches and blissful unawareness. When we make it, I immediately push him toward the bed, pushing him hard enough that he falls upon the mattress, and I get ready to climb on top of him, but halt when I decide to slow the pace. I had so many ideas of how to run this show, but a striptease seems the most appropriate way to take this moment. He watches me, his face taking in the view of me as I unbutton my top and slowly begin to reveal my black lace push up bra. I pull the silk material free and allow it to drop to the floor. I almost faze out as I begin to unzip my skirt and allow that to follow in a similar fashion to the top.
“Now,” I murmur lightly, as I step in close to Jimmy’s awaiting form. “I think we should get Marius over,” I mention, straddling his lap, covering his body with mine. “Get some cardio in before work.”
“You want a threesome?” he gasps, his eyes widening.
“You sound so surprised,” I say and begin to trail my finger across his face. I slowly tilt my head to the side, allowing my hair to fall as I do so, and I look up at him under my lashes. “C’mon,” I goad him lightly. “Just call him, and we’ll start the warm up.”
“Okay,” he tells me. I clamber off him and watch him as he gets up to grab his phone from his pants pocket. I leave him to fix this part in my grand plan.
I sit and take inventory of the state of my nails. I listen to him drivel on in the background to Marius. His excitable tone is nothing but childish, and his every description of me is as if I’m a piece of meat. She’s practically naked already! I roll my eyes. Yeah, the Amelia Abbiati wants a threesome. Again, I roll my eyes. Just get here, or I’ll start banging her without you. I look over at him horrified, and he offers me an apologetic look. I shake my head, looking away from him as he finishes the call. The moment he’s said his goodbye, I rise to my feet.
“Now that’s done, I’ll go and grab us a drink.” I then turn to him devilishly. “Strip,” I demand and leer at him. “I want you in nothing but your boxers.” I eye him up and down for a second. “You have five minutes tops. I’ll be right back,” I tell him, deliberately whispering the words as seductively as possible into his ear. I hear him grunt, and although he is getting more and more turned on, I’m quite the opposite. My emotions are detained, squandered beneath boiling hatred. My forced interest in this man has him chomping at the bit for me.
Don’t feel, don’t deviate, kill – it all never felt so easy.
I scurry down the stairs and head toward the kitchen at the back of the grand house. I find champagne and orange juice in the fridge and quickly search the cabinets for glasses. Finding them, I go on the hunt for a jug to make a mimosa mix in. If we’re going to do this my way, then I want to feel the bubbly buzz of alcohol while I do it. I make quick work of mixing the two drinks together. I pull the drawer out beside me, thankful it’s a cutlery drawer, and grab a spoon to mix the concoction up. When I’m satisfied, I pour the drinks out - one for Jimmy, one for me.
Now it’s time for the potent addition to Jimmy’s glass. I came doubly prepared this morning. I pull the small glass vial from the inside of my bra and pour it into the mixed blend. I spot the pile of fresh fruit out, throw a strawberry into Jimmy’s so I know which is which, and head back toward the stairs.
“You ready for me?” I call out as I take each step delicately. I know Marius will be here soon, and I want to make sure that Jimmy is going cold by that point.
“You bet!” he hollers back, and I wish he knew what he was really getting into with me.
I take a large sip of my drink as I walk and enter Jimmy’s bedroom. He’s now only in his boxers and he looks at me like a predator watching its prey. He’s hungry for me, but he doesn’t seem to take into account who I am and what I’ve done. He should cower at my feet, fear me, doubt my every action, but he doesn’t, and it leaves me open with every opportunity to play.
“I think we should make this a little more fun,” I announce and place the drinks down away from Jimmy’s grasp. I spot a grey silk tie on the side of the chair in front of the large vanity dresser. I grab it and laugh. “How about I tie you up and really get this party started?”
I watch him gulp as I stand on the other side of the room in nothing but my black and red lace lingerie, killer heels, and a look of pure sensuality.