Red, I can’t wait to make your body dance with me inside you. She’d hold her long hair over her bare shoulders. Pose for a minute—naked. Enjoying the view, he’d stroke his cock and ask, “May I?”
“You may.” He’d place her on his bed against the pillows. Her legs would spread for him. His two hands would scissor her folds as his tongue tickled her. She’d scream in ecstasy, holding on to his shoulders while he lapped at her cunt. Red, you taste sweet as fresh cream. Once she became nice and wet, wetter than before, wetter than she’d ever thought possible, he’d give her his cock…
“Monsieur.”
Fuck! At the knock on the door, Warner threw the sheet over his crotch and stayed seated on the table.
Brigitte returned. “Monsieur, the appointment books show it was I who waited on a young woman who booked the vajazzling.” Her cheeks flushed. “I’m embarrassed. I don’t mean to upset you.”
“What is it?” He sat up but dared not stand.
“I remember now waiting on her.”
“You do?” Warner could hear the herald angels singing.
“The client was tall, model-type, tipped me one hundred dollars. I’m not sure if she stayed in the hotel, but can assume. She came from the United States, Beverly Hills perhaps.”
“Makes sense.” Red had embodied 90210.
“May I ask why you’re inquiring about this client?”
“I met her on this island. I didn’t get her name but must find her.”
Her lips curved into a broad smile of approval. “I understand. I wish I could be of more help. I don’t remember anything else except she insisted on being vajazzled in red.”
Naturally. “What name did she book under?” Warner could see Red’s name being Eva, Penelope or Isobelle. He’d even be okay with Prudence, Alfreda or Drucilla.
“Mademoiselle Red.” Brigitte looked at him like, go figure. “She paid with a credit card, but I don’t have her file at this spa. Everything went to corporate at the year’s end on the thirty-first.”
“S’il vous plaît, call headquarters. Tell accounting I’m with you. Ask them to pull the spa service transaction records.”
“Oui, monsieur, un moment.” She left him alone in the room and closed the door.
His cock was still hard. Warner jumped to his feet, locked the door and then laid his head back down on the bed where his thoughts returned to Mademoiselle Red. He reached down under the sheet he’d thrown over himself and tugged at his dick, and continued.
Red, I’m going to fuck you. He visualized Red taking to his dick with the same pleasure she’d taken to his touches, kisses and affection for her. She’d lick the head’s slit, moving her juicy lips over the mushroom tip until he was rock-hard. Yanking on his balls, she’d stare at him with those captivating green eyes, hungry. Warner would hold her beautiful face in his hands, guiding her mouth over his shaft, helping her get comfortable. You want to taste me? You like my pre-cum, baby?
Warner jacked harder under the sheet.
He’d roll over, massaging her clit’s hood with his fingers. Warner would bring himself down over her, enjoying her moan in his ear, her pleasure, and he’d thrust fast and hard. It would be for her. Having her in his arms would be her experience. He’d drive into her vagina, sensing it throb and swell around his dick. Her slit swelled in response, she’d tighten her hungry cunt around him, ready to come.
“Fuck yeah.” He fisted his dick, throwing the sheet to the floor.
Biting his neck, she’d scream in bliss for him. Warner would lift her ass and get underneath. She’d climb on top, ride him, her vagina hugging his cock. He’d bury his face in her breasts and tug on each rosebud gently with his teeth. His body would thrust, drill and spread her ass apart with his seed. Red would hold on for dear life as she came while he flooded her with his cum. You wanna come. Come on, Red, I have you, let go, come.
Warner came as the orgasm rain fell on his abdomen. He felt his face bead sweat as he released. Red, please come back to me. I have to have you.
There was a knock at the door. “Monsieur, the door is locked.”
“One sec.” He washed his hands, tied his robe, grabbed the sheet, unlocked the door and sat back down, covering himself. Hoping Brigitte wouldn’t notice.
Eyes rolling, Brigitte’s face whitened as she mumbled pervers under her breath. “New York headquarters started the search. You’ll hear from them in about two weeks or a month.” Brigitte stood in the doorway playing with her wedding band, twirling the metal around her ring finger with her thumb. Perhaps afraid he’d fuck her if she came into the room, she made her commitment obvious. He wouldn’t. Truman Enterprises staffed attractive female employees at all of his properties, but none of them compared to Red, not even close.
That was just his luck. He gave a tight smile and sighed. “Thanks for checking.”
Over the winter, Warner had looked for Red while visiting his properties in Sydney, Australia. He could’ve sworn he spotted her sailing once on a boat not too far from Perast in the Bay of Kotor in Montenegro. In the spring, he’d walked on Xai-Xai coast in Mozambique catching the sunrise. Certain it was Red on the beach, he’d run close to half a mile along the muddy shore to catch her. It wasn’t. Maybe the universe didn’t intend for them to meet again. Possibly he’d never have Red. Warner remembered how the night had ended.
“I left crazy back home. I sure as hell have no interest in your St. Barth’s drama,” Red had blasted.
The memory of her as she walked away caused him to shudder. He’d given Red his number, slipped his business card in her handbag. Red never called. Why not—he’d asked himself on many occasions. He considered himself stupid to dwell on this a second longer. Warner wasn’t religious but he thought about the Biblical proverb, “For wisdom is more precious than rubies, and nothing you desire can compare with her.” God aside, his head required a new screw to put it back on tight.
“Monsieur Warner, they issued a tracking number for this ticket item.” Brigitte stepped forward, placing the note on the counter and then returning to her stance in the hallway.
“Merci.” He didn’t want what just happened to circulate amongst his staff. Especially if Brigitte gossiped about Truman Enterprises’ CEO whacking off in the treatment room. He hoped to change the subject and her mindset before he left. “What are your plans this summer while the resort hibernates?”