Page 38 of Power Play
The soft snick of my hotel room door closing wakes me just slightly from my sleep. I smile, keeping my eyes closed.
"I'd hoped you'd come," I say, my voice low and gravelly from sleep. I gave my second room card to Lacey in the hopes she would pay me a visit. I'd just hoped it had been three hours ago, but beggars can't be choosers.
She's silent as she slips under the sheets next to me. I wrap my arm around her and hum a sound of approval when she presses her gorgeous tits against my chest and starts kissing my neck. I breathe deep, loving her strawberry shampoo like it's a hit of cocaine. I rub my hand up and down her soft arm and wonder if she's naked.
I'm instantly rock hard at the thought of her sneaking into my room and slipping under my sheets, naked. I've quickly become addicted to this woman and the way she touches me. I've become addicted to touching her. I'm sure the indecent stares I give her at work are becoming more and more noticeable. And I can't find it in me to care.
But something in this moment feels wrong. Her touch isn't lighting up my body the way it normally does. Normally, when our skin makes contact, mine buzzes and tingles at the sensation. But her touch isn't causing the same reaction in this moment.
Just as I'm opening my eyes, Lacey mounts me. Except it's not my Lacey. It's Tracey.
In less than a heartbeat, I'm fully awake and losing my shit. I shove her off of me roughly, my dick deflating. She's stark fucking naked.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
"I thought you wanted this...wanted me..." she whispers, her voice wavering with tears.
I should have felt bad, but I'm a heartless asshole. "Fuck no, I don't want you! I'm with your sister!" Shit. That was a secret. Technically, we're not even together, but I can't stand the idea that I might have cheated on her if I'd let things go longer.
She stands up, completely naked so I avert my eyes to the ceiling. Fuck, everything about this is wrong. I assumed she was going to get her clothes and leave after my staunch rejection, but then I feel tiny hands work their way up my chest.
"It's alright, Lacey and I can share."
I don't want to grab her and accidentally touch something inappropriate so I barrel forward, pushing her with my chest. "If you don't get the fuck out of my room right now, I swear to God I'm calling the cops. I should have you fired for sexual assault."
"But my sister would be upset," she coos in a sickly-sweet voice. "Don't worry, it'll be our little secret."
Christ, this woman can't take a hint.
"She probably would. Which makes her ten times the woman you'll ever be. Get. Your. Clothes. And. Get. The. Fuck. Out," I growl between gritted teeth. I'm not above punching a woman. So sue me.
She finally gets the hint and backs away. "You'd really let me fuck you thinking it was her? Have some Goddamn self-respect, woman!"
I finally look and see her in a hotel robe. She gives an easy shrug. "It's worked before."
"You're disgusting."
She goes for the door, but my hand above her head slams it shut. She turns into my chest and purrs. "Changed your mind?"
"Fuck no, but I don't want anyone seeing you exit my room."
I'm not going to lie to her and pretend this never happened, but I can imagine the look of hurt and pain that would be on Lacey's face before I could explain if she saw Tracey leaving my room in the middle of the night without explanation. I will never hurt my woman, even unintentionally, if I can avoid it.
I open the door and check the empty hallway. I have no idea what time it is, but I'm grateful it's empty.
"Maybe one of the others will be easier to convince," she says, her voice dripping with unrestrained jealousy as she walks past me into the hallway.
"If I find you sneaking into any one else's room, I swear to fuck I will have you fired and a restraining order on you so fucking fast your head will spin. Leave everyone else the fuck alone. You're lucky I like your sister as much as I do and am willing to let her decide your fate."
I slam the door a little too aggressively in her face. My heart is racing at the simple idea that if I hadn't noticed my body's lack of a response, Tracey could have had her way with me. I would have been raped, Lacey would never have forgiven me, and I'd have lost my only chance at a real family. I might have lost her before I even really had her.
With shaking hands, I immediately grab my cell phone.
Me: Your sister just snuck into my room and my bed. Nothing happened, but I wanted you to know.
Lacey: Shit. I'm sorry. I should have told you about her.
I'm stunned. She should be pissed. She should be angry at me that I even let it get that far. I wouldn't blame her if she broke off everything. But she's apologizing.
