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“You can’t or you won’t?” I spoke with an upset tone to my voice.
“Darling, why are you getting so upset?” His hand stroked my cheek.
“I’m not.” I turned away from him. “It’s just—”
“Just what?” His hand gripped my shoulder.
The words I had to speak made me nauseated.
“It’s just that I love you, but I can’t be involved with someone who keeps secrets from me. Business or personal.”
“What? You love me?” he spoke in a soft voice.
Here we go. Time to up my acting skills. I turned and faced him as I placed my hand on his cheek.
“Yes. I know it sounds crazy, Marcel, because we haven’t known each other but for a very short time. I can’t explain it. All I know is that I’m in love with you. This past week has been the best week of my life.”
“Oh, darling.” He smiled. “I love you too. I was smitten from the day my eyes laid sight on you.”
“If you loved me, you wouldn’t keep secrets from me.” I pouted.
“I don’t want to keep secrets from you.”
“Marcel, I want a relationship with you, but I need total honesty. I love hearing about your business. The excitement your eyes show every time you talk about it turns me on.”
“How much does it turn you on?” he whispered as his tongue traveled across my neck.
I shuddered and not in the good way.
“So much. Now tell me how you are knocking the competition right out.”
“I stole the digital hotel idea from him. Actually, it was given to me by a friend and co-worker of his. You met him last night. Thaddeus Wilson.”
“Oh. Scandalous. Tell me more.” I began to unbutton his shirt.
“I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, and he handed the plans right over to me. I gave them to my people and now, we’re building it.”
“You’re such a badass.” I smiled. “This calls for a celebration. You sit right here while I go pour us a glass of the wine I brought.”
“I can do it, darling.”
“No. No.” I placed my hand on his hard cock. “You stay right here and let me, your girlfriend, serve you,” I spoke in a seductive French accent.
“If you insist.” He grinned.
I went into the kitchen, placed the recorder in my purse, and took out the bottle of sleeping pills I brought with me. After opening the wine, I poured some in a glass, took out three sleeping pills, opened the capsules, and poured the powder in his wine. I then poured my glass, walked to the living room, and handed him his.
“To your new hotel.” I smiled as I held up my glass to him.
“Thank you, darling.” He tapped his glass against mine and took a sip.
“The first person to finish their wine gets a special prize.” I grinned.
“And what would that prize be?”
“If you finish your wine first, I’ll give you a blow job. If I finish my wine first, you have to cook dinner.”
“You aren’t serious,” he spoke.
