Chapter Seven
Ozziewasbeat.The day was full of work, travel and socializing and for someone like him, the entire process was overwhelming. Sofia kept him going, though. Her smile and laugh warmed him, but the mistakes in the restaurant still had him uneasy. Once he had drawn a bath for Sofia, he left her be and closed the doors behind him. He made his way to the desk in their room and picked up the phone, calling the front desk.
“This is Mr. Ashford, who is working tonight?”
“Uh, yes, sir. The night manager is Ms. Andrews. Would you like to speak to her?”
“Yes.”
“Please hold.”
The awful elevator music from the telephone system came over the line and he began counting. It was an old habit that never died. One rule their employees needed to follow was to never leave a guest on hold longer than thirty seconds. As strange as it seemed, thirty seconds of hold music feels like a lifetime. Luckily tonight, Michelle picked up quickly.
“Mr. Ashford, thank you for holding. How has your stay been?”
“You can cut the shit, Michelle. It’s just me, not my father.”
“Right, of course. Sorry Oscar. What can I do for you?”
“I’m assuming you heard I was here already, and that it was imperative that I be treated as any other guest this weekend.”
“Yes. I received word before my shift.”
“Good, then you need to head to the restaurant because you have two issues there. A nosy waitress with terrible facial expressions and a host who clearly didn’t get the memo.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I will address things right away.”
“I don’t mean to be a pain in the ass, Michelle, but this is really important. I’m here with a friend of mine. It’s not about me. The focus of the staff needs to be on the Corsetti family. I know what it costs to buy us out for a weekend. The last thing I want is some kind of drama when the family realizes my father owns this place.”
“Yes sir, absolutely. I will take care of it.”
“Thank you. I will need someone to come up in the morning and pick up a dress that needs to be pressed for the wedding Saturday night. Also, can you make sure an order for coffee, tea, and chocolate cake is delivered no later than 8:00.”
“Yes sir, is there anything else?”
“One last thing, please send a bottle of champagne up to the Presidential Suite for the bride and groom and the largest ice cream sundae the kitchen can make for his daughter. It’s late, but I’m sure they are still up.”
“Not a problem.”
“Thank you Michelle, have a good night.”
Breathing a little easier, he made his way back into the master and opened up his suitcase. He stripped out of the clothes he’d had on all day and changed into a pair of sweatpants he had brought with him to work out in. He wasn’t one to sleep in a lot of clothes, so he didn’t pack much. Before arriving, he hadn’t even considered the sleeping arrangements between him and Sophia. He had hoped they would be together in the same room, and even in the same bed, but his rational mind kept him from thinking about it too much. If things didn’t work out that way, then he would end up disappointed. Now he stood in the bedroom staring at the bathroom door that was propped open just a bit. When he pulled the door shut, it must not have clicked closed and now through the small crack, he could hear Sofia’s soft breath and the gentle swish of the water. It drew him to the door as the scent of lavender invaded his senses. Through the small opening, he could see Sofia. She had her head back and her eyes closed as her breathing increased. The top of her breasts were just visible and her left hand was caressing one while her right hand was deep under the water. He couldn’t see what exactly she was doing, but he knew from the way her breathing was increasing and she let out a soft moan exactly what her fingers were up to.
He pushed the door open so she could see him if she wanted to. Leaning on the doorframe, he grasped his cock in one hand and jerked himself up and down as his eyes never left her body. Sofia’s moans increased as she became lost in the moment. Her tan skin and dark hair against the white porcelain of the oversized claw-foot tub were one of the most magnificent things he had ever seen.
“Ozzie...” she moaned in a hushed whisper and the sound of his name on her lips as she pleasured himself broke his control. Stepping forward into the room, he finally gained a view of everything that was happening beneath the water. Sofia’s eyes opened at the sound, but she didn’t make a move to cover herself. Both of her hands came up as she massaged her breasts, then pinched and pulled on her darkened nipples without ever breaking eye contact with him. In that moment, Ozzie realized Sofia Corsetti was going to be the death of him.
“You called?” he asked as he kneeled on the floor next to the bath. Sofia’s sultry smile was too much. He reached for her, pulling her to him as he crushed his lips to hers. The force awakened something deep inside him, something desperate to be let out, and as they broke apart gasping for air, he wanted Sofia more than he wanted anything else in the world.
“Lay back, relax,” he said as he ran his finger down the side of her neck and down between the luscious breasts that he so badly needed to taste. She did as he asked and he continued his journey down her body, enjoying the silkiness of her soft skin under the water. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he teased her gently. Sofia’s breathing was increasing and her fingers were pinching and rolling her nipples, making the sight of her even more tantalizing. Ozzie’s fingers grazed the soft outer lips of her center as she opened herself to him even more than before. Her hips rose in the water, pressing her forward as her body begged for more.
“Tell me what you need, Sofia.”
“I need you to touch me.”
“I am. Tell me what you really need. I want to hear the dirty words come out of that sweet little mouth of yours.”
She let out a shuttered breath and looked up at him. “I need you to make me come.”