“No.”
I snatch up the camera and my wrap and get to my feet. “Fuck this. I’m going to do another show in my room.”
“Didn’t you do a show this morning?”
“Yes, which is why I saidanother. God, is it your first day using the English language?”
My handsome shadow stands and follows me into the lobby. It’s a shame he’s such a prick. It’s also a shame that I’m so painfully attracted to him despite his piss-poor attitude, but isn’t that always the way? We most want what we can’t have. If he showed the slightest interest, my vagina would dry up.
Why are we like this?
We take the elevator to our floor and part ways at my door. He does his duty and waits until I’m safely inside before retreating to his room. I haven’t been in there, but I imagine him surrounded by a wall of monitors, with all the screens tuned to me. It’s three parts creepy and one part kind of hot. I like being watched. That’s why I’m so good at my job.
Well, I like being watched when the people doing the watching aren’t psychopaths. Desmond isn’t the sort I enjoy performing for. But as I said to Aven, he doesn’t seem to be a problem anymore.
I’ll give this another week. If he hasn’t shown his face by then, I’ll have to find a way to break the news to Aven and Jimthat I’m not willing to be used as bait any longer. Sure, they want to keep me safe, but only until they can get Desmond to rear his ugly head. Will they be so eager to save me once they have him in their sights? That’s what I’m unsure about.
I grab my half-assed setup and pull it onto the bed. I miss my multiple cameras and expensive mics, but they’re all back at my house. I’m forced to make do with the laptop and small webcam that I could fit in my bag. There wasn’t much room among all the toys and outfits, and the men couldn’t care less if I’m faking orgasms in 4K or ten frames per second. So long as I look good while I’m doing it, they’ll pay.
I pull out a lacy red teddy and change into that. It doesn’t bother me that Aven is probably watching me. He’s seen it all anyway, and it’s not like he’s doing anything with it. It almost annoys me to know he doesn’t beat his dick to me.
How do you know he doesn’t. . . ?
That’s a good point. For all I know, he’s on his knees with his dick in his hands as we speak. There’s one way to find out.
Other than the few workers I’ve seen roaming around the hotel grounds, there aren’t any other people staying here. I haven’t even seen Jim since he gifted the camera. With this information as my encouragement, I step half-naked into the hall. The red teddy barely covers the lacy panties, and the majority of my ass is out for the world to see. My nipples harden with the cool air, all their pointy glory visible behind the sheer fabric.
Thankfully, the hall is empty, just as I expected it to be.
I stand outside my closed door for a moment, waiting with bated breath to see if he steps into the hall to catch me. He doesn’t. After several seconds, his door remains closed. Does this mean he needed a little time to put his dick away?
A smile slides onto my face. Maybe Aven isn’t as unaffected as he’d have me believe.
The smile shifts into a smirk as I sway my hips extra hard on my way to his door. I raise my hand to knock...right as the elevator dings at the end of the hallway.
My eyes widen. My heart hammers. My asshole puckers. I hear the doors sliding open in slow motion, followed by female voices laughing and growing louder. Closer. In just a few seconds, they’ll get an eyeful of a half-naked woman knocking on a hotel door, and I can’t even blame them for what they’ll think. The funniest part is, they’ll be right. I’m definitely a sex worker. This just isn’t a call on a client.
Turning back for my door, I remember that I failed to grab my lovely keycard on the way out. I must look like a squirrel on a back road as I dart back and forth before the car hits me. A very sexy, confused, and panicked squirrel. My brain finally kicks into gear, and I slam myself against Aven’s door and bang on the metal with all the desperation I can muster. My palm stings with each slap, but I really need him to open this door.
I’m out of time. The three women have their backs to me as they exit the elevator and begin gathering their luggage, but they’ll turn around and see me at any second. I grip the handle on Aven’s door and give it a wiggle, but it’s not opening. What the fuck is he doing?
His door flies open, and I nearly fall into his arms. His very bare, very wet arms. A towel drapes his waist, and a thick lather coats his dark hair in frothy bubbles. I guess he wasn’t beating his dick to me after all. He was too busy taking a fucking shower.
But I’m too relieved to worry about any of that right now. I hurry inside and close the door behind me before the women can spot me. It looks like we’re no longer alone at the resort.
Chapter Six
Aven
She’s a breathless ball of nerves as she goes to the bed and snatches up the comforter to cover herself. I’m grateful. It means she hasn’t had the time to notice I’m a bit breathless myself. When I realized she was leaving her room and headed toward mine, it was a mad sprint to put away the laptop and lube so that I could pretend I was doing anything other than what I was. The faux shower was a nice touch, but if she stands too close, she’ll realize this is body wash in my hair, not shampoo.
I panicked.
“What happened to your plans for a show? I thought you’d be occupied for at least the next thirty minutes.” I motion to my current state of undress. “Can’t you give me a break, lass? A man needs some downtime.”
She stutters and stumbles over her words before finally landing on a coherent sentence. “I saw people out there.”
“Dead ones?”