Lust Contracts

The text message was simple. He asked me to meet him at a certain hotel suite to entertain a client that he was meeting. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Most of the time if George had a meeting or dinner with a client and the client’s wife or girl came along, it was almost mandatory for me to be there to entertain them both.

There wasn’t a lot of time left until the meeting, so I went to work on dressing up immediately. I picked out a glamourous red dress with a slightly sexy vibe that came straight off this season’s fashion runway and paired it with matching red high heel shoes. Red dresses go well with rubies, diamonds, and red lipstick. By the time that I was done, my driver was already waiting for me to take me to the hotel where George was waiting.

The hotel was one of the most luxurious in the city and the only one connected to a casino and mall. All owned by the same company, the luxury hotel, casino and mall were the top destination for entertainment for people in the country and worldwide. I knew that George and some of his friends liked to gamble here but I’ve never been to the presidential suite of this hotel before.

When I arrived, the hotel staff seemed to be expecting me because she quickly led me to a private elevator that took me up swiftly to the top floor of the hotel where the presidential suite was located. The client must be extremely wealthy and important to secure a meeting place like this but then again most of George’s clients were like this.

The staff left me immediately after the elevator had opened at the designated floor. It seems that there was only one room on the entire floor, and I pushed the button to ring the bell politely to announce my arrival.

The door made a clicking sound as it was pushed opened from the inside. I plastered one of my most gorgeous smile on my face to greet the client but before I could say anything in greeting, my wrist and my waist were grabbed roughly, and my body was being hauled into the room. Shocked at this sudden development, I let out a small cry of surprise as I found myself in the room with the door closed and locked behind me.

wasn’t my husband. It all happened so fast that the next thing I knew I was trapped between the man and the closed door with his lips were crushing against mine. He expertly pinned my wrist to the door as his other hand held my chin so that I

his body pressing against me that he was muscular and very tall. His tongue moved restlessly as he explored every nook and cranny of my mouth before dancing around with my tongue

my mind while the man was busy kissing me. First, where the hell is George? Second, who is this man? Not just anyone could book a presidential suite on

slowly ran down from my neck to the curve of my chest. He groaned seductively into my mouth, and I heard myself let out a soft moan. The man pressed his body closer to mine as he pushed me up against the closed door before wedging his thigh in between my legs. He pushed his leg up against my pussy and I

apologize later and bat my fake eyelashes if he turns out to be some ultra-influential guy. Not that any bastard who did this should get

squinted my eyes as my eyes adjusted to the light. The sight before me

a deep man’s

What the hell…

I asked still breathless from shock