Hope you've all enjoyed the story so far!
This one focuses a little more on building the story. I've attempted to add a lot of tension to add to the overall excitement of the scene though.
More installments to come very soon ;)
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She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower; wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel and dried herself off. At least she felt cleaner now.
She walked over to the black framed gothic style full length mirror in the bedroom and stared into it, imagining the illicit actions it must have witnessed in the last few hours, wondering if it would feel violated at being made to watch another man all over her, flinging her across the room like a rag doll.
"Good job mirrors can't talk," she muttered to herself.
She pulled away her towel and looked at the pale naked body before her. She noticed a round purple mark just left of her belly button that was tender to the touch. She remembered Tom biting her there before making his way down her body and...she shuddered, internally scolding herself for feeling even remotely aroused whilst reflecting on the whirlwind of emotions that was this evening. Throwing the towel into the laundry hamper, she made her way over to the dresser, seeing the various ornaments and pieces of jewellery that he'd removed from the top to put her down there instead. Another place Tom had left his mark in her bedroom. She picked them up from the floor, being careful to put everything back where it had been before, not that Freddie would notice.
Opening one of Freddie's drawers she took out one of his shirts and threw it on. It smelled like a mixture of aftershave and detergent, comfortable like home. Like him. She switched off the light and got into bed, the creeping darkness enveloping her.
A loud beeping stirred her, "How long have I been asleep?" She asked herself, squinting at the harsh glow of her phone screen, "and who the hell is texting me?!" She lazily grabbed her phone from her bedside table, her eyes adjusting to the light. Her heart stopped.
"Missing me yet? ;) T x," it read. It was from an unknown number, but it was obvious who it was.
Suddenly an arm draped across her stomach, making her jump out of her skin. She turned on her lamp to see Freddie fast asleep beside her in a drunken stupor, blissful in ignorance that not 3 hours before another man had taken her in that very bed. Guilt churned inside her, there was so much going on in her head God only knew how it hadn't imploded. She spent the rest of the night laying silently in the darkness, wide awake going over and over the previous night's events.
6am, Monday morning; Eva was awoken by the loud infuriating alarm alert on her phone. She groaned as she turned over to turn it off, her eyes refusing to open. She had to get ready for work.
After a quick shower she blow dried her hair and expertly applied her makeup, just a subtle hint of mascara and blush along with a pale coral lipstick. She put on her uniform; a smart black pencil skirt that came just above the knee, with sheer black stockings and patent black kitten heels, accompanied by a crisp white blouse with a large black bow around the neck.
She was a hostess at The Lord Bellington; a five star hotel in the city. Most of her days were spent greeting the city's elite and guiding them around the hotel and grounds. She'd met (and had many an ass grab from) premier league footballers, A list Hollywood actors and musicians, as well as entrepreneurs and businessmen and women who had money by the truckload who expected nothing short of the finer things in life, and to be served by beautiful people. "Ugly" people had no place in their superficial, shallow, overtly extravagant lifestyle.
Taking one last look in the mirror she studied herself to ensure she looked suitable to be among these people, "The soulless," she liked to call them. She quickly brushed her hair and smoothed it with her hands. She looked perfect.
"That'll have to do," she said to herself before rushing downstairs and out of the door.
After a somewhat uneventful morning at the hotel, drumming her fingers on her desk in the main entrance hall, she began to get restless, trying to busy herself with anything to take her mind off the events of the past weekend still going round in her head. The hall seemed larger than usual, the crimson walls were elegantly lit with delicately shaped sconces, and a large chandelier that she often found herself staring up at hanging on the ceiling. She was then brought back to life by the owner of the hotel himself, clearing his throat in an exaggerated fashion in order to get her attention.
"Oh, good morning Mr Darlington," she chirped, looking up at him inquisitively, "can I help you?"
"Yes, Miss Winter, Kirsty's finished her round for the morning, the rugby team are all settled in and she's off for lunch now. I'd like you to show our new guest around."
Benjamin Darlington was roughly in his early forties, and exceedingly wealthy. He was also incredibly handsome; his eyes were a sparkling dark green, his hair, in no way receding even for a man in his forties, thick and dark. Come to think of it, he looked a lot like...
"Tom," she gasped, suddenly seeing him step out from behind Benjamin to stand in front of her, smiling at her with that incredible smile, looking like a completely different man dressed to the nines in a designer suit.
"Oh? Yes, Tom my son. I take it you've met before?" Benjamin asked, looking slightly confused, his eyes darting between the two of them.
"Yes, we've met before, hello Eva," Tom said, an underlying hint of arrogance in his voice, "Lovely to see you again," he smirked, bending down to gently kiss her hand, flashing her a quick wink before he stood back up. She was speechless.
"My son, ever the charmer," Benjamin chuckled, "keep your tongue in your mouth Tommy boy, I don't want you using the old Darlington charm on all my pretty employees."
Tom looked at her and raised his eyebrows, amused that his father had no idea just how much of an effect his charm had had over her already, not to mention where his tongue had been.
"So Eva, my son has decided to stay here for the week, so I thought who other than my best girl to show him around and see to him? To make sure he has a good time." Tom was stood behind him, his hands behind his back, his face growing more and more amused as he watched Eva squirm in her seat, her face a picture of pure panic and confusion. He was loving this and she knew it.
"Umm, uh, are you sure Sir?" She stuttered, "I mean Kirsty might be more up to it, she's been here a lot longer than I have she knows-"
"If there's one thing I pride myself on as the prop rioter of my own business Eva," he quickly interrupted, "is that I know my employees and I'm fully aware of their individual qualities. You are the girl for the job. Besides you already know each other, it could be a fun week for the two of you." He winked at her, a trait he had obviously passed down to his son. Jesus Christ they were charming.
"Okay Sir, if you insist," she sighed, placing her hands on her lap, averting her eyes from Tom's that she could feel boring into her.
"I do," he mused. "Right, I have a conference call I must listen into, all boring stuff really, stuff that no doubt you'll be dealing with in the future my boy!" Slapping Tom on the shoulder, he took Eva by the hand. "I shall leave you in her very capable hands. Eva, have a wonderful day, and don't let the old Darlington charm stop you from telling him what's what if need be," He laughed, already halfway across the hall making his way to the elevators. She peered up at him, his face spread into that evil grin as he stepped closer to the desk.
"You never replied to my text," he teased.
"You never told me you were a Darlington," she hissed, "that's not even your surname!"
"So? I go by my mum's surname. He wasn't around much when I was born, what's the problem?"
"You're the problem! What are you even doing here?" She asked accusingly, "did you know I worked here?" She was struggling to keep her voice down, although wary of the way the walls echoed in the large hall.
"Woah woah woah!" He exclaimed, holding his hands up in the air as if she were pointing a rifle at his head. "And yes I may have seen you in one of my dad's pictures of his beloved employees in his office a while back, so after last weekend I thought I'd arrange a little impromptu visit to Ol' Daddio," he teased innocently.
"I've been thinking about you you know, have you thought about me?" He went to go behind the desk towards her, making her feel uneasy. She stood up and walked around the desk to stand in front of him on the other side of the counter.
"No!" She pouted, her arms folded tightly against her chest.
"That means yes," he chuckled as he came back around to stand behind her. "It's okay gorgeous, I enjoyed it too. A lot," he purred into her ear, putting his arm around her waist. She knew she had to be careful; she was at work now and had to act professionally, she definitely couldn't make a scene. It was even worse now she knew that the man who had charmed his way into her bed three nights ago and was now apparently stalking her was the son of her boss. She took a deep breath and took a step to the side.
"Okay," she sighed, forcing a polite smile, "What would you like to do first?"
