Disclaimer: Everyone in the story is 18 years old or older at all points. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is happenstance.
I exited the car and walked into the hotel, ignoring the girls as they called out to me. As I started across the lobby to the elevators, Felicity left one of the seats to intercept me. Gia was with her.
Great, just what I fucking need
, I thought. I considered ignoring the pair and going to my room, but I knew that would cause issues.
"Looks like you survived," she glanced at the case I was carrying, "Is that the output of your work at the funeral home?" she asked with a smile.
Gia smirked, and I briefly considered punching her.
"Yeah, Pop said to give it to Chad."
"I will take care of it," Felicity said as she took the case from me and handed it to Gia. "You know what to do with this?"
Gia smiled, "Yes, mistress, it goes in the vault."
I raised my eyebrows but was ignored by both women.
Felicity nodded, and Gia walked toward the elevator bank.
"So, how did you like working for Pops?" Felicity asked, grabbing my elbow and guiding me towards the elevators.
"It was a fucking blast," I told her, sarcasm dripping from each word.
Felicity ignored the sarcasm, "That's good to know. Pop runs most of the prostitution in town and always looks for a new ass to sell. Since you had such a good time, it might make things easier later," she said with a wink.
I really need to keep my fucking mouth shut,
I thought, grimacing at the prospect of really working for Pop.
Felicity chuckled as if she could read the thought going through my head. Our eyes met as she pressed the call button. I realized then how attractive she was and wondered how she could work for the fucking asshole.
The doors to an elevator opened just as we walked up and entered. Felicity pushed the button for the floor my room was on. When we arrived at my floor, Felicity guided me to my room. She inserted her keycard and opened the door to my room.
I wasn't shocked that she had a key to my room. We walked in, and I looked around. Everything seemed like I had left it, besides the dress lying on the bed.
"Go get cleaned up. No one wants to smell like a whore when they go out. It's just bad form," Felicity said as she grabbed the TV remote and plopped down in a chair to watch TV.
"Don't take too long. You only have half an hour to get ready for tonight," Felicity told me, almost like an afterthought, as I walked into the bathroom.
I took a quick, hot shower, cleaning all the filth off my body. I was drying my hair when I heard Felicity say, "You're almost out of time, Kate."
I rushed back into the bedroom, dressed only in a towel, and went to grab underwear out of my suitcase when Felicity stopped me.
"Don't bother," she told me and pointed at the dress on the bed. "Put that on and touch up your eyes."
I picked up the dress. It was cut almost to my navel, and the back was open to just above my ass. The bottom of the dress was about an inch below my ass.
Felicity saw me hesitate and wasn't happy. "Put the fucking dress on, slut. We have places to be, and you are out of time."
"I can't wear this," I told her, hoping this was some kind of joke.
"Come on, Kate. You can't tell me you never wore anything like this when you were single?"
"Never this revealing," I told her, turning it over in my hands.
"It doesn't matter. Chad wants you to look a certain way for his clients," Felicity told me, taking the dress from me. "I'm sure you can talk to him and explain how this crosses some kind of line."
"For fucks sake," I said, grabbing the dress and putting it on.
Felicity smiled and watched as I tried to cover as much of myself as possible with the tiny dress.
It only took a few minutes before I was finished dressing. Felicity handed me a pair of three-inch heels and watched as I put them on.
"You look amazing," she told me as she came up behind me, slipping her hands inside the sides of the dress and groping my breasts.
"If the guy doesn't love you in this dress, I am sure I can find something for you to do for me," Felicity told me, letting me go and slapping my ass. She handed me a small black purse as we left the room.
We walked out of the room, her hand creasing my ass on the way to the elevator.
I wanted to say something, but I felt cheap and knew if I objected, she would just tell Chad, and things would worsen.
Felicity pressed the call button for the elevator, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, the doors opened, and we stepped inside. Felicity used a card key on the security reader before pressing the button for the penthouse.
The rest of the ride to the penthouse was quiet. I had no desire to make small talk, and Felicity spent the ride on her phone. As the doors opened, Felicity motioned me out. I stepped into a lobby where a receptionist sat typing away.
"Take a seat, Kate. The receptionist will let you know when they are ready for you," Felicity said before stepping back into the elevator. I watched as the door closed, the slight banging sound they made jolting me out of my daze.
Looking around the room, I noticed about fifteen chairs scattered around the room in clusters, giving the feeling of a high-end bar more than an office waiting room. The only doors in the room were the staircase and the one behind the receptionist's desk.
Walking around, I found a seat in the corner that let me look outside at the city.
The phone rang, and the receptionist answered. She spoke briefly to the person before hanging up.
"Mr. Wilson will see you now," she told me before returning to the document she had typed.
"Great," I muttered before walking around the desk and to the door.
I hesitated at the door.
Should I knock?
I thought. Unsure what Chad would want, I raised my hand to knock.
"You don't have to knock," the receptionist said behind me, correctly reading my hesitation.
I flashed her a smile before turning the handle and opening the door.
The inside of the office wasn't what I was expecting. The long walnut table, with leather high-back seats, caught me by surprise, as did one of the people sitting at the table, Alex Trembil, who works closely with my husband.
I have always thought Alex was beautiful. He was tall, over six feet, and very fit, but it was the contrast between his dark skin and bright blue eyes that took my breath away. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the frown on Chad's face as he realized I had recognized Alex.
Shit
, I thought, but I quickly recovered. "I didn't know that you knew Tim Gansh," I told Chad, looking between Chad and Alex. I remember telling Rob how much like Tim, a local sports legend, Alex looked.
