The Duchess of York

Dominick-Arrival

The plane ride had been entertaining, I knew messing with Margaret was a double edged sword, but the way her cheeks flushed just encouraged me. She had tried to be discreet, she probably didn't want me to know she had been staring. Of course I knew, I was watching her as well. The outfit her mother had insisted on was perfect for the type of weather Aruba would have, but the plane was too cold. I watched the goosebumps form on her thighs and arms, she tried to suppress the shivers she was experiencing but after a few moments I decided to give her the jumper I had brought with me. She had tried to refuse but eventually accepted it, I found it interesting that with in 10 minutes she was fast asleep. Despite our naughty banter I was comfortable in our silence, the 12 hour flight wasn't that bad. Presently we were standing on a concrete curb, as the hired driver holding a sign with my name, put the little luggage we had in the car. I held Margaret's door open for her and I enjoyed the blush she had. As we drove to the hotel, I received another email from Adam. I growled as I wrote back to him for the fourth time, Margaret jumped at the sound, I paid little attention to her. Adam Harris my assistant, he was damn good at his job, until I was unavailable. He had a million questions that were redundant, he knew the answers he just second guessed himself. In my reply I made sure to tell him to think before he hit send, with a roll of my eyes I looked up just in time to see the hotel, I looked over at Margaret who had her mouth open. Part of me wanted to stick my finger in her mouth just to see what she would do, another part of me wanted to much more. I cleared my throat, pushing the thoughts of a naked Margaret out of my mind. I opened my door and walked around to help Margaret out, when I offered my hand she frowned at me but accepted it.

"I don't understand why you get the door for me." she said as we walked to the lobby. When I looked down at her I couldn't help the grin I gave her, her frowned deepened.

"Your contract stated we had to appear to be a couple in public." I said to her I looked at the person behind the desk, it was a woman with long black hair, her skin was sun kissed but where I would usually find a woman like her attractive she just seemed average.

"Collins" I stated to the woman who began looking through the computer, I read her name badge, Eva.

"Ah, yes Mr. Collins, you are in the penthouse." She passed me a piece of paper.

"There is the code to your room, and my number in case you need anything during your stay." Her voice went a little lower at the end, I looked at Margaret who was looking at anyone but us. Did she think I would take her up on the offer? I frowned, would I? Eva was pretty, but not what I wanted, but maybe I should take her up on the offer just to get this new obsession for Margaret out of my system? Disgust crawled over my skin at that thought. I didn't know what to do, Margaret wasn't an option. What was wrong with me? But then what if Margaret was an option. I looked at Eva and smiled, grabbing Margaret by the waist.

"I think if I need anything my wife will be able to help." Eva's smile faltered as she looked at Margaret, when she looked back at me I could tell her smile was forced. Margaret looked between us her confusion clear, I had made a decision, I was going to add a revision to our previous contract. I grabbed her hand and walked towards the elevator, I was never nervous when it came to women, Margaret was the exception. Once we were in the elevator and I had pressed the penthouse number into the keypad. I looked back at my new bride who was in the opposite corner the lace crop top paired with high waisted navy blue shorts were definitely enticing, but her eyes and her bitten lips were what sealed the deal for me. I wanted her, and I would do just about anything to fulfil my craving. Just for this trip, we should be indulgent, selfish. When we went back home I would have work to focus on, my want for her would subside. That would be the end of it, but for now I would take every second I could get. I took the step needed to be next to her, she looked up at me. This was becoming almost a habit, I liked how even in heels she had to lift her head all the way up to look me in the eyes. I liked how she didn't shy away when it was just us, I lifted a hand to the back of her neck as I leaned down to her ear, her hands shot up to my chest to try and push me away.

"I have a proposition for you my little duck." I whispered in her ear and I felt her shiver against me, I heard the ding of the elevator and made a rather rash decision. I picked Margaret up and walked her into the penthouse, this time her arms wound around my neck so she wouldn't fall over, but she still protested.

"What the hell are you doing?!? Are you mad?!" She squeaked as she held onto my shoulders putting her chest in my face, it wasn't intentional on her part but I used it to my advantage by nipping at the exposed skin at her collarbone, she gasped and pushed away just as I had stepped in front of the bed. Margaret fell onto the bed and backed away from me slightly, her skin was flushed and I waited for her to catch her breath.

"I told you I had a proposition" I said standing at the end of the bed, her face scrunched in confusion.

"What, to go completely mad?" She growled at me and I smirked down at her.

"No I have just been thinking about our honeymoon." Her brows furrowed.

"I believe we should take this time to enjoy ourselves, I think we should enjoy each other" I looked over her and she stared back. It was quiet for a moment before she started to laugh.

"Oh my God you have gone mad!" She was holding her stomach as if it hurt, I frowned at her.

"No I am completely sane, you can't say you are against it, ever since we boarded the plane you have been looking at me when you thought I wasn't looking." It was her turn to frown, she looked away.

"Look at me Margaret" As I said her name her eyes snapped back to mine.

"You can say no, but if you are as curious as I think you are you then you will be ready in an hour." My voice lowered and I heard her breathing hitch, she was at least considering it.

"I am going to write up the amendment to the contract, if you agree to this, you will sign it naked." I didn't give her a chance to retort or object I walked out of the bedroom and sat at the table in the sitting room of the penthouse. As I pulled out my laptop and began writing, I wondered what Margaret was thinking. From my spot I couldn't see or hear her, I began a timer for one hour. I waited.