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Chapter 4: Roxanne
Dominic DeVere's brain was working overtime as he drove through the heavy, evening traffic. One of his many strengths was that his mind worked in a cold, logical manner whenever he was confronted with a issue. Eliminate any emotional or personal considerations. Establish the facts. Consider all options.
Then, take the necessary action to eliminate the problem. Immediately and ruthlessly
His problem right now was Roxanne Lopez. She'd become a threat. The woman could blow apart George Blair's chances of becoming Prime Minister. Added to that, she was one of only a select few who could connect DeVere to Blair. Those were the facts.
His conversation with Roxanne hadn't convinced him. He'd explicitly told her she was to stop seeing George Blair. Her initial reaction wasn't to his liking. And initial reactions meant so much.
Then there was Blair. He'd become more and more smitten with the woman. Obsessed with her. DeVere understood that, Roxanne was unique among women. But Blair's reaction had frustrated him, too.
Yes, he'd agreed to consider giving up the beauty.
Consider,
for God's sake! As with all men with power, Blair was fiercely protective of his independence. Nobody told him what to do. That worried DeVere.
He couldn't push the issue further without making it a battle of wills. Yet Blair's emotional make-up could see him make the wrong decision.
And despite his instruction to Roxanne, if Blair pursued her, she was likely to keep on seeing him. In DeVere's mind, the conclusion was quite clear.
His liaison with her tonight would be different. Bitter sweet. His body already had goosebumps from the anticipation of what pleasures lay ahead. It always did. There would never be another Roxanne.
But then, there was afterwards.
The meeting he was closing in on to prior to visiting the beautiful woman was important. Very important. It would result in 'afterwards' being taken care of.
It wouldn't take long. Half an hour at most. Then he'd continue his journey to spend the rest of the evening with the sensual redhead. It would be their last time together. It would be her last time with anyone.
***
Kelli gently pushed the room door behind her as she returned to her suite. Even now, her body tingled. So many firsts! The coke she'd taken, the booze she'd consumed, and the way Brooke touched her between her legs all contributed to her emotional high.
Leaning back against the door, her heart was beating as if it was about to leap from her chest. The tears welled up long before they began to roll down her cheeks. She'd moved into a different world.
Erin and Brooke had accompanied her in the limo, where they'd shared a bottle of champagne. It was business as usual. Nothing was said about Kelli's first girl-girl hook-up. Talk was about relaxing that night. "Go set up another massage, darling," Erin suggested. "You need to recharge your batteries."
After dropping her off at the hotel, the other two continued on to the airport. They'd return tomorrow morning. In reality, there was no reason that the short, curvy model should return to London with Erin, but the older woman knew how impetuous Brooke could be.
If she left her in Edinburgh, the model would be all over Kelli like a rash. This was too important. She needed to take things step-by-step, like a choreographer charting a complicated routine. And besides, she would be Kelli's first, not Brooke.
Tomorrow's another big day.
The photo shoot had been a wonderful success. Both Erin and Brooke had told her she'd performed like an established star. That praise meant everything to Kelli.
She moved away from the door, heading for the fridge. For a few moments she was tempted to take one of the alcoholic drinks, but sensibly refrained. In her condition, the chilled water made more sense.
The comfortable chair curled around her lithesome frame as she drank half the bottle. Staring out of the window, she saw nothing other than the pictures in her mind. Brooke featured in them all.
Kelli had
never
thought of women in that way before. Never had any lesbian tendencies. And yet the feelings the strawberry blonde Erin had stirred in her during her London audition had come bubbling to the fore in her shoot with the delectable young model.
Nor had she stepped outside of the bounds of her marriage before, even though Jack's continuous absences frequently left her feeling alone and horny. That had been becoming a bigger problem for her.
Of course she loved her husband, but she wasn't prepared to continue with that lifestyle for much longer.
Suddenly, she began to rationalise her behaviour. What could her husband expect? This was his fault, really. Part of the thrill of the modelling opportunity was that it might help redirect their lives, their marriage. But that was impossible if Jack wouldn't meet her halfway.
She'd loved every second of the day. Yes, even the orgasm Brooke had given her. Her only concern was that it had happened in front of Erin. And Chad. That hadn't mattered at the time, but now she realised he'd continued to click away throughout the session.
God, he'd have some great photos of her face when she came!
She grew a little moist at the thought. Fuck, she was even becoming turned on by the realisation!
Okay, think rationally. What's done is done.
The most important aspect was that Erin had been absolutely fine with her afterwards. More than that, the older woman's eyes had gleamed in a sexual way. Could she have been turned on by what had happened?
Then there was Jack. Was allowing another woman to make her cum actually cheating on him? Of course it wasn't. Besides, she'd done nothing in return, just accepted the orgasm that Brooke had given her.
And, there was no way he'd ever find out.
She was a little calmer. Glancing at her watch, she had an hour before her massage. Her emotions were still a mess, but maybe a pair of hands working on her body would help? She laughed.
Afterwards, she'd ring the person who mattered most in her future. She wanted to ensure that Erin wasn't having second thoughts...
***
The London Eye, also known as the Millennium Wheel, sat on the South Bank of the River Thames, between the Westminster and Hungerford bridges. The location suited both parties.
At first glance, the two men seemed to have no connection. Two individual tourists coming together by accident to share the same capsule. They didn't speak until it left the ground.
"
Ciao
, Mr. Devere. What can I do for you this time?" the pock faced man eventually asked. "Or rather," he added, with a chilling laugh, "
Who
