I'm beginning to feel like some Barbie doll. That was ok professionally but not even Steven was so insistent on what I wore. I mean, he would buy things he wanted to see on me but this situation just seemed so different and I have to admit a little peculiar.
My heart almost entered my throat when I walked out of the bathroom and saw Doug leaning against the bedroom door,
"Come with me." It was as if he were a man of few words and the more and more this goes on the more and more I am becoming nervous. We entered a room and I could tell immediately that this was the master bedroom. Before I had time to register what was in his room he turned to me, grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me. It was so soft just like his lips and I couldn't help but moan as his tongue roamed my mouth. We made our way to the bed and his touch sent tiny currents of electricity through my body as he touched me all over. It was going to be a good night. I could tell.
I groaned as I felt myself being slightly poked and opened my eyes to see a thin brunette in a black suit standing over me. A pair of small eyeglasses were sitting on top of her hair which was pulled back in a neat bun,
"Who are you?" I groaned as I pulled the sheets higher and tighter to my body,
"I'm Joanne, Doug's assistant. He wanted me to make sure you made it back to your hotel." I sat up and looked around,
"Where is he?" For the first time I saw my dress and shoes in her hand,
"Meeting." I had a plane to catch and desperately looked around but failed to see a clock,
"What time is it?" She glanced at her wristwatch,
"Seven twelve." I wasn't going to miss my plane. She walked out of the room without any further explanantion as to where my host was or anything else. This was definitely some crazy shit. Who lives life this way? Me, that's who and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Chapter 88
Stranger Than Fiction
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