Page 11 of Ace of Swords

Chapter Four

Tatiana’s room resembleda suite at the Four Seasons more than the room of a college girl.

Her bed was made up with half a dozen pillows and an expensive looking down comforter. A small settee was under the large bay window, with a small coffee table in front of it. Tatiana was on that settee, her foot on the table in front of her, unbuckling the three-inch fuck-me-heels she’d been wearing all night. Her red silk robe had parted and gave me a glimpse of her creamy bare legs, almost all the way up to her inner thigh.

Fuck me.

“Didn’t you want to stick around and say goodbye to your friends?” I asked Tatiana casually, trying to ignore the fact that I was in her fucking bedroom rather than in my car driving home.

“I didn’t really care about anyone down there. I just gave the event planner the senior class roster and she invited everyone. This party wasn’t really for me; it was for my father. He likes to mark special occasions by spending a shit ton of money. I’m sure you’ve noticed. Nobody’s going to miss me.”

“What did you study in college?” I asked as I pretended to look over her bookshelf. Anything to distract me from Tatiana and my growing hard-on.

“Eh, this and that, it’s boring. What didyoustudy in college?”

“Finance,” I said, fiddling with the binding of a book. “Specifically financial planning for business owners with diversified holdings and investments. I like the challenge of anticipating risks from a varied portfolio. Working for your dad has really kept me on my toes.”

“Well, it’s good to find your passion,” she said. “Sit down, Rolland. You’re making me nervous hovering like that. I won’t bite.”

The room was cloaked in silence. She was right; I couldn’t keep standing there. Why had I come upstairs with her? It wasn’t just to be polite, it was because she intrigued me.

Despite my better judgment, I wanted her.

I sat down with some space between us, limiting the temptation to touch her and to kiss her, but Tatiana had other things in mind. She stretched out her legs, landing her bare feet in my lap. “Did you bring me a graduation gift, Rolland?”

Her question took me by surprise, and I was embarrassed, because I hadn’t even thought to bring her a present. I ran a hand through my hair sheepishly. “I’m really sorry. I guess I’m not in the habit of attending parties. It didn’t occur to me to bring you a gift. What would you have wanted?”

“I can’t think of a single thing I need except for you to rub my feet. They’re killing me. Would you, please?”

I’d been sitting with my hands fisted at my sides, trying not to touch her at all. But this girl was so blunt in her attempt to win me over. Instead of arguing, I took her foot into my hand and started kneading her arch. I was learning it was as hard to say no to Tatiana as it was to her father. The Montallas had a gift for getting what they wanted.

I rubbed gently up to the ball of her heel, relieving the tension between her toes. Tatiana sighed. Then I made a fatal mistake: I turned my head and looked at her.

She’d thrown her head back against the arm of the settee. Her robe was gaping open at the neck, and it gave me a glimpse of her round breast, a perfect handful. Her hair fell back, and for the first time that evening she looked relaxed, at peace. Her eyes were closed and her red lips were parted just a bit, a soft moan escaping her lips. She was like a delicious feast laid out just for me.

“That feels amazing, Rolland. Don’t stop,” she said. And then she shifted. At first I wasn’t sure if it was deliberate when her foot made contact with my dick. I snapped my attention away from her and toward the door again, hoping against hope that I could keep myself under control.

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