Chapter Fifty
Freya
I had never felt such shame in my entire life.
The minutes passed, and I remained behind my door, staring ahead and seeing absolutely nothing.
I had let him go where no other man had gone. I had been ready, and more than willing to give myself to him …
And he had rejected me. There was no place lower than this to sink.
I turned around and knocked my forehead against the door. There was no coming back from this. I realized then that I’d left my torn underwear in his car. God, my thighs were still damp, and my pussy was swollen and throbbing with desire.
It was times like this that I missed Britney so much. I’d called her a few times and each time she said she just needed a bit more time. I walked to my bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. I looked at my crumpled red dress, my wild hair, my smudged lipstick. I looked like a slut, a two-bit hooker.
Between my leg was a throbbing that would not be denied. Slut or not the need was alive and calling greedily. I’d seen his cock and I wanted it. I turned away from my reflection. Then I walked to my phone and called his number. He answered on the first ring.
“Freya,” he said.
“I just wanted to tell you,” I began, “that you’re a fucking, rude, bastard for what you did and I never want to see you again.”
“Freya … I’m sorry,” he said to me with a deep sigh. “Very sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to be a virgin.”
My plan was to hang up, but somehow I couldn’t pull the phone from my ear.
My mouth moved. “I thought you wanted me.”
“You have no idea how much,” he admitted, his voice a low tortured groan.
“Then how could you treat me that way?”
“We were in the back of a fucking car, Freya. I couldn’t do that to you… to disrespect you in that way, especially with what you were about to give to me.”
“Then finish what you started.”
For a few seconds, there was a tense silence. Maybe he didn’t think I was being serious.
“What’s the problem?” I asked. “Do you or don’t you want me?”
“I do,” he said immediately.
“Then meet me at the Ritz Carlton in about an hour,” I said.
“I’ll be there. Let me know if you change your mind and decide not to come.”
“I’ll be there,” I said.
I ended the call. He thought I might chicken out. No chance.
Chapter Fifty-One
Maxim
I gave my revised destination to my driver and sat back, a frown on my face as we glided on to meet her.
She was going to give herself to me… so she said.
I was… worried. Worried that for her I would be simply someone she gave her V card, but for me it would mean I would never let her belong to anyone else. To start with I wasn’t one to obtain a treasure, then let it go. My nature was such. But my discovery of her purity had multiplied her value many times over. All the alarm bells in my body were sounding off willing me to step away from her to save myself before she completely took control.
I arrived at the hotel and, true to her word, saw her waiting in the lobby. She was wearing a loose black tee shirt tucked into baggy dark pants. Very, very unsexy and a great contrast to how she had been attired earlier. It didn’t quell my passion one bit. I already knew what lay underneath.
“You’re late,” she pointed out.
She was too fiery and if I remained too much in a dance with her I was going to be burnt beyond recognition. “Why do you want to do this, Freya? I thought you loathed me.”
“And I still do, especially right now, but for some crazy, inexplicable reason I can’t get you out of my mind… sexually I mean. And you say it is the same for you. So let’s do this so we can extinguish this fire and we can both move on with our lives. It’s actually interfering with my business. I want to sleep better at night. You can also consider this an apology,” she said, turning to look into my eyes. “For shooting you. Nothing more and nothing less.”
I gazed into her eyes and saw the steely determination in them to be free of me. At that moment, I decided to take it as a challenge. I had experience, she was untouched. It wouldn’t be a quick fuck in the back of a damn car. I would worship her body and give her the kind of pleasure that would make her as addicted to me as I was to her. I would teach her that pouring oil on a fire does not extinguish it, it only makes it burn brighter and hotter.