Page 45 of Mayfair Madame
“And that was?”
All the while she’d been talking, her focus had been elsewhere. She’d not looked at me once, but now she turned to me, a beautiful smile on her face.
“I might never have got the chance to see you again, and that would have been a damn shame. I’m not one who shows my emotions. I usually keep them tight inside, and I’m pretty sureit’s why Kate found someone else. It was difficult for me to express how I feel, but that’s not going to happen anymore.”
My heart fluttered. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? I wasn’t usually this clueless, but she had my head in a spin.
“It’s a big enough bath. Why don’t you get in with me?”
“Are you sure? I—”
“More than sure.”
I knew there was a reason I’d opted for the oversized tub.
I didn’t need telling twice. I undressed quickly and stepped carefully into the bath. Did I sit with my back to the taps or to Ellie? I opted for the taps. I wanted to see her face.
She looked me up and down; her gaze settling on my thatch of pubic hair. Some liked to shave completely, whereas I liked to keep a little down there. I was eager to see her naked, but there’d be plenty of time for that.
We sat in silence. Her eyes never left mine.
“So, here we are,” she said eventually and smiled that beautiful smile, the one that lit up her face and made her eyes sparkle.
“I don’t remember the last time I took a bath in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. Especially with a beautiful woman.” I ran a finger up and down her arm, and goosebumps erupted despite the heat of the water.
“It is usually men?” Was she being funny? I didn’t think so if the cheeky smirk was anything to go by.
“I have a couple of male clients, but they’re older gentlemen in need of companionship. Gone are my days of having sex with clients. Does it bother you? My occupation?”
“Mmm, I don’t think so. We all need to make a living. I’m a detective. You’re a madame.”
“I am, and I run a very successful online escort business.”
“Oscar’s not one of yours, is he?” She entwined her fingers with mine, an intimate touch.
“God, no. He works for me as my stylist when I’ve an exclusive event to attend. He’s a damn talented fashion designer too.”
“I remember you saying. What about Marco?”
The water had cooled and the bubbles dissipated, offering a tantalising glimpse of her breasts beneath the water. I swallowed hard, trying to concentrate, but my eyes wandered to the soft flesh.
“He’s one of mine and very popular with both the ladies and the men. Melinda, as you know, is my assistant. There are about twenty working for me at any time. I run an exclusive business. High-end, you know? You won’t find them hanging around the streets. They’re well looked after. Some of them live right here in this block.”
Her pale skin tempted me, enticing me to touch it. I licked my lips. I wanted to taste her the way she’d tasted me only last night.
“What are you thinking about?” She tilted her head, a curious look on her face.
“Whether you’ll taste as good as you look.” I edged towards her, the warm water lapping around us.
I wrapped my legs around her until we were chest to chest, her smooth, milky white tits nestled next to mine.
A flush spread from her face to her chest. Maybe it was the warm water, or maybe she was as aroused as I was.
I brushed the damp hair from her face, admiring the shape of her nose, the way her lips curved when she smiled, the small lines around her crystal blue eyes.
I stroked her shoulders, small touches that brought goosebumps to her skin. My fingers moved down her arms, and I took her hands in mine.
“Will you touch me?” I asked, desperate for her hands on my body.
