Page 46 of Stained
“If you don’t mind, I’ll go in and check on Ms. Moreau.”
“She’s asleep.”
“Even so. It’s my job.”
He thinks I killed her.Alicia didn’t know why she went to such extremes right away. As the bodyguard went into the cabin, she leaned back against the railing, watching moonlit waters lap against the side of the large yacht.
She had brought her satchel out with her. Now she checked her phone for the first time in hours, meeting a hefty number of texts from Candice. “So how’s the date?” “Fuck her again yet?” “You’re not answering, huh? You must be dead or getting laid.” “Damn, girl, that good? Text me when you can!” “Come on, Al, at least let me know you’re okay.”
Alicia replied in the affirmative.
A few seconds later, Candice wrote her back.“Good! Get some?”
“Yeah.”
“Thatta girl. How was it?”
“Pretty great. Still processing it.”
“Well, why aren’t you canoodling with your woman? Wait, you’re not coming home right now, are you?”
“She fell asleep.”
“Typical. Hey, don’t forget what I told you. Get that $$$!”
Alicia put her phone away. Her hand brushed against a piece of paper.
Damnit. It was that stupid list Candice sent her off with.
“Step 1. Make that woman fall in love with you. Step 2. Milk her dry of everything she’s got!!! I’m talking fluids and money, girl!”
Gross.
“If you’re not gonna marry her, at least get your debt paid off. Come on!”
Alicia put that bullshit away. She made sure the robe was tied tightly around her before going back into the cabin. Hanging out in the hallway until the bodyguard returned, nodding to her, seemed the way to go. He yawned on his way out of the cabin.
She found Danica right where she left her.There’s no secret now that we had sex. Her clothes, including underwear, were still pooled on the floor by the bed. Danica’s clothes had been neatly folded on the Victorian loveseat. She hadn’t done that. Must’ve been the bodyguard.Weird.
Alicia pulled the robe off her body. She stood, naked again. Cleaner than the last time she was naked in this room, but naked, nonetheless.
Danica only slightly shifted when Alicia climbed into bed, pulling back the silk sheets. What should she do? Get in bed? Or was this a woman who was used to having others wake her up with kisses and… kisses? Would Danica be all over Alicia, kissing a trail down her stomach? How about on her mound?No. Alicia would pass for now. Danica would have to be happy – or unhappy – with Alicia snuggling up next to her.
Danica’s eyes snapped open the moment their noses were only inches apart.
“Enjoy your shower?” she asked.
Alicia readjusted the pillow beneath her head. Her arm slipped across her side, hand protectively, possessively resting atop her ass.
“Yeah.”
Danica pushed herself up on her elbow, sleepy eyes languid. “My bodyguard came in here while you were gone. I got excited, thinking it was you.”
“Really?”
“Alicia…” Danica caressed her cheek. The gesture was almost enough to lull her into the falsest sense of security. “I don’t bring women back to my residences unless I want them hanging around. I was starting to miss you.”
“Didn’t think you would mind if I stole away for a while. You were sleeping.”
