Burning Ice

Chapter2

May's POV

It didn't take the manager long to explain the arrangement to me. As long as the client needed me, I had two jobs at the hotel. During the day, I would work at the front desk. During the night, I would have to keep the rich client company.

The two jobs shouldn't interfere with each other though, and the client would pay me daily. When I heard the amount, my jaws dropped.

"That much?" The words were just short of a scream as they left my lips.

The manager nodded. "He's very rich. Just do all he says," he said before turning away. He was done with me.

I grimaced as I turned away. Do all he says? That sounded fishy to me. I do hope the client wasn't a Christian Grey.

But that one sentence made me even more ashamed of what I was about to do. It brought it closer to home than anything that what I was selling was s*x.

Was there much difference between the hotel's s*x workers I often looked down upon and I at this moment?

Perhaps, they, too, had their own problems that demanded money urgently.

Once the clock struck five, I left my desk at the hotel. Soon, I was at a women's clothing store. I can't wear a corporate blouse and skirt if I am going to be a s*x worker.

I shuddered as I brushed my fingers across the row of lingeries. It felt strange to be shopping for this kind of clothing.

But well….I had no choice.

At the end however, I couldn't bring myself to pick the one the sales assistant suggested, which was quite revealing and sexy.

The client would have to make do with the one I picked.

Soon, I was back at the hotel.

****

"Remove your clothes!"

Those were the words that met my ears the instant I walked into the bedroom of the hotel's presidential suite.

I stopped dead in my tracks, not sure I heard right. My head swivelled about till it landed on the figure by the side, leaning against the wardrobe with a glass of what looked like orange juice.

My job description formed a sharp contrast with his clothing, which looked like he had just stepped out of a board meeting. His bearing however, was the furthest it can be from an office worker. More like conqueror, with the way he leaned against the wardrobe lazily, swirling his drink.

But what really caught my attention was his face.

Or rather, the lack of it thereof. The man was on a mask that concealed his whole face apart from his eyes.

Through the holes of the fancy disney looking mask, he stared at me as he swirled the juice in his glass.

"What are you waiting for?" the deep voice startled me, and the coldness in it sent chills down my spine. "Remove your clothes, and we will get to business. Isn't this what you do?"

Vaguely, I thought the voice sounded familiar.

"You are….you are a serial killer!" I swear, I don't know how the hell the words left my mouth.

The man stared at me, and the air between us suddenly hung heavy and charged. For what seemed like an eternity, we stared at each other.

I was considering slowly backing out of the room when the man burst into laughter.

"Why would you think that? My mask?" he asked. The ice in his voice had thawed a little, revealing amusement beneath it.

I nodded in answer to his question.

The man shrugged. "Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. You can walk away. But surely, you must have met all sort of quirks in your line of work, haven't you?"

Silence ensued, and it was obvious he was waiting for me to leave. I would have, but the pale face of my mother on that hideous hospital pillow rose in my mind and my wavering resolve hardened.

Trying to look both slutty and confident as best as I can, I saunter to the man and lay my hands on his chest.

"You don't know what I've seen, honey." I said, my voice low and breathy. "Can I show you some of them?"

The man nodded as he stared into my eyes. I guess my act must have worked, because his breathing suddenly got shallow.

He stared deep into my eyes. "Show me!"

I licked my lips nervously. But once again, the image of the pale face was all I needed to make me daring.

I licked my lips once more, this time, not so nervously as seductively.

"Only if you can kiss the brains out of me," I said and winked at the man. At the same time, I pressed my body against his.

His reaction was unexpected. His arms curled around my waist, pulling me tightly against him. His lips descended on mine with a passion I've never felt. This was raw hunger that sought to devour.

I felt my insides turn to jelly and a similar passion rose in me. At that instant, I knew that my acting was done.

This night was going to be way more than acting for either of us. Especially, considering how aroused he was, judging from the rigid rod I can feel pressed against my lower belly.

Not that I was any better off. My pants were already drenched.

The kiss took me so completely I had no choice but to surrender. And boy, was he good!

His hands skillfully danced across my skin, playing me like a guitar till I was tingling all over. My knees barely kept me up now, and I had a feeling I would collapse if his palms weren't around me.

Soon, I was begging him to take me. When he finally obliged me, I couldn't help gasping. He slid into me gently, his size filling me up perfectly. It was the best sensation, and I couldn't help it when I clenched against him.

But it seemed to lose some beast in him, as he started pounding me with a lose of control that was both exhilarating and arousing.

My fingers dug into his back as I came again and again, yet his hunger didn't seem like it was close to being sated.

****

Many hours later, deep in the night, I woke up. His arms were curled around me, and I felt extremely cosy in them. I was also extremely sated, and I didn't want to get up

But the manager had told me that for the man, if was strictly s*x, so I didn't want to wait around till he woke up in the morning.

So, I slowly, but regretfully, extricated myself from his hope. Knowing that I might be tempted to wake him if I looked, I didn't.

Instead, I kept my eyes on the dresser where there was a staggering amount of pills and a bottle of strong wine. I recognised most of the pills. They were regular companions of my mother.

Had this man taken all that after I slept? Because they weren't there before I slept.

When I was done dressing, I couldn't resist throwing one last look at this man that had proven more caring than he seemed.

However, the moment I saw his face, I froze in shock. At some point during his sleep, the mask had slipped off to reveal his face. And now, I could see it was the same man that had nearly hit me earlier in the day.

I sighed. Who knew I was living out the fantasies I had had in the bar? However, as I turned the leave, the same exact face flashed on the television, which had remained muted throughout our lovemaking.

Curiosity got the better of me and I unmuted it.

"Edward Spires, Riverdale's famous billionaire," the reporter was saying. "Is facing the biggest threat to his conglomerate yet, and not from a business rival this time."

My jaws dropped open in shock. Edward Spires? He was Edward Spires? I just slept with Edward Spires?

I suddenly felt weak in the knees.

A woman's picture flashed across the screen.

"Folks," the reporter continued. "Meet Kate Spires, Edward's biggest threat at the moment, and his soon to be ex wife!"