“Shit,” I hiss letting myself go. My breathing is labored as I lean down letting my release fill her. Whitley’s arms go limp as she lets her body fall to the bed under me. I chuckle as I hold myself up so I don’t crush her. Leaning down, I drag my lips over her shoulder, and watch her body shudder under my touch.
“That was amazing,” she says breathlessly.
“Can I ask you somethin’?”
“Sure. I am getting paid to be here after all.”
“Why do you like bein’ called shit? Most girls would get pissed. You seem to enjoy it.”
“Words mean nothing, Mason. I can fuck like a whore. Calling me one means nothing to me. It’s almost a compliment,” she giggles.
“I don’t understand you.”
“There really isn’t much to understand. If you want to know something about me, just ask. I don’t keep secrets.”
Running my lips over her shoulder once more, I bite into her flesh. Whitley moans, pressing her ass into my cock.
“Now who’s being a nympho?” she teases. “What is it you needed me for? It wasn’t really clear when we talked at the bar,” she asks. I pull out of her, roll off, lie down next to her, and put one arm under my head as I pull the condom off with the other hand. I toss the condom onto the floor, I’ll deal with it later.
“I have a few meetin’s. We move a lot of product from Columbia. I’m sure you know this already workin’ with Joe?” Whitley nods, shifting so that she’s propped up on her elbow, looking down at me.
“I know what he stores, but I didn’t realize who it was for. He told me the day he gave me the job that I wasn’t to ask any questions about it, so I never have. It’s not my business. I just work for him, and everything else is his business.” Whitley reaches over, brushing a piece of hair away from my forehead. I just watch her.
“Well, I need to renegotiate some pricin’. That’s what you’re here for. Somethin’ sexy for them to look at while I make my move. Think you can handle that?” I ask her. Whitley raises an eyebrow as if I’m challenging her.
“I can handle that. You just tell me who to flatter and I’ll handle the rest.”
Chapter 10
Whitley
Mason took off early this morning. He said he needed to go and talk to one of the suppliers, this wasn’t the meeting that he needed me for. After taking a soak in the huge tub, I am now wandering around the hotel, taking in the sights. The gym is huge, although you won’t catch me there. I don’t work out unless it’s in bed.
There are three separate pools, and I opt for the one that has the least people in it. I shimmy out of my shorts and pull my tank top over my head, dropping them onto the chair. A few guys linger nearby and stare as I walk toward the stairs leading to the pool. The one that intrigues me most wears dark glasses and his hair is slicked back. He leans against the edge of the pool with half his body hidden under the water. I can’t see his eyes, but I sure as hell can feel them burning through me. It’s not like I don’t know. I’ve always known when someone was looking at me.
I step into the water and he grins. The water is much warmer than I expected it to be. Taking a deep breath, I dive under the water and swim to the other side. When I come up for air, he’s right there. His shades are now pushed up on his head, and his dark eyes are burning into me. I grin and get ready to dive back under the water when his hand comes out to stop me.
“That’s a nice show you’re putting on,” he says with a voice like pure silk.
“It’s not a show. This is just me, being me.” I slip out of his grasp and dive under again. I don’t swim very far when I’m grabbed. I open my mouth while under water which was a huge mistake. I suck in water before I’m lifted out of it. Coughing and spluttering, I blink my eyes open rapidly trying to calm my nerves. Jesus, I thought I was going to drown! I snap my head around, looking at who pulled me out of the water.