Mr. James wasn't sure what to make of what just happened. He suspected he'd given away too much with his body. Oddly enough he wasn't all that sorry. He was feeling something, something more then what he planned on but it was there none the less. He wondered though what Sarah wanted? Was it just the story, just her career? Time would tell.
He picked her and laid her soft body on the bed. Grabbing a cloth from the rose water filled basin he washed her. He cleaned himself from between her legs. He paid extra attention to the soft, delicate folds. His fingers moved over her, lingering, taking it in, and putting it to his memory.
"You are a true beauty Sarah. I've never known a woman like you."
Sarah was left without words. Her mind was completely blank. For a reporter it wasn't a common trait. She always had words falling from her lips, onto the computer or notepad. Now was just too much. She had just had the most amazing sex with a man, no her boss. She watched him carefully as he moved back to the water and wiped his own body.
What a perfect specimen she thought. A soft smile crossed her face as she studied him. His shoulders, arms, his chest, he amazed her. The man was simply perfect. She let out a soft sigh and felt the bed give way as he joined her there. His hand moved up her stomach, touching her seemingly because he could not help himself.
"Will you be ready for this Sarah?"
"I will be but tell me Mr. James..."
"Sarah call me Scott for the moment. It's only right."
"Well then Scott, what is it you want from me with him? To get him into bed?" she asked a little upset.
"No. You won't sleep with him. I would not let that happen. Just get close. Play to him. Get him to let his guard down with you sweet Sarah."
"I'll try. It's all I can do. When do we begin this charade?"
"We should go now. He's got to be out there in the lounge area. I'll let you walk alone. Know this though, I'll be very close," he said before leaving her.
Sarah moved over to the armoire where a robe laid waiting. She felt bare putting nothing else on but that was the game she was playing. She slipped the satin over her body and tied the robe closed. All the while she felt his eyes on her, watching her and it warmed her. Slipping into the heels she opened the door and left without a word. Her mind was a jumble of various thoughts.
What she would say to Richards? How she would get close enough to find out the things he liked to do. The very things in public he said he was against. That was part of the job though. Sarah remembered this was her chance, the big fish. She glanced around the room looking for the man. He was there, a blond still on each side. She shook her head, made small eye contact and moved to the bar.
"Jack, on the rocks please," she told the man.
