16. Harley
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. . .
I wanted her. More than I had ever wanted anyone in this world.
I needed to have her against me. To feel the way her cunt fluttered around me as she came.
And her signing the contract? It only made me that much more ravenous for her.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, even when she was doing something so mundane as typing on her keyboard as she sat right across from me on my private jet.
Penelope was to my left, sleeping in her seat and blissfully unaware of all the things I was tempted to do. She was somewhat my keeper. Taking care of me. Helping with cleanup. Keeping my secrets.
Usually, having her around was fine. But all I wanted right now was to banish her somewhere so I could have my wicked way with the sassy lawyer.
The private jet was on the smaller side and didn’t have the normal room in the back that I was accustomed to. But for this trip, the more inconspicuous the plane, the better.
Laura looked up at me, not pausing in her typing, and raised a brow.
“You have nothing better to do than stare at me?” she asked, her eyes falling back to her laptop screen after a split second.
“Nothing better to do?” I mused. “I have the best view in the whole world right here, so why would I bother wasting my time on anything else?”
I was hoping for it, but there wasn’t a hint of blush on her cheeks or ears. Not like when she had watched me with my co-star.
I need to step up my game.
But I had all the time in the world. Well, almost a week in Maui.
With Laura. At the moment, I was thankful for the three-day rule.
I would have preferred longer, but I would take what I could get.
Between filming and being in the most perfect destination spot, I could spend more than enough time with her.
I just hope she’ll wear the yellow bikini I bought her.
“Remind me of the schedule,” she ordered, her tone bored.
“Tonight we are filming near a secluded waterfall,” I said and leaned my chin on my hand. “Don’t know how long it will take, but once we are dismissed, you and I are heading to a restaurant not far from?—”
“Who’s we ?” Laura asked, her words so sharp they could slice flesh from bone. “Sex scene again? Like the movie isn’t already packed enough as it is. I don’t know who’d even watch it with what’s-her-name’s fake moaning.”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her skin flushed a deep red as both of us came to the same conclusion.
Dear sweet Laura sounds jealous.
I couldn’t stop the quirk of my lips.
“Don’t worry, it’s you I want to hear moaning… Though with me, there would be nothing fake about it.” I ended the sentence with a wink, which only further intensified her blush.
“I’d rather eat with the crew.”
She’s so perfect. And so cute when flustered .
“Not an option, darling. Remember the public appearance clause? We need to be seen. Not many people know much about the movie yet, even with that accident on set, so being caught on camera will be perfect PR.”
Her eyes searched mine before she let out a huff, her typing completely forgotten now.
“That kind of PR only works if you’re seen with your co-star. Not some random lawyer.”
“Not some random lawyer,” I said as I leaned forward. “My girlfriend .”
She rolled her eyes.
“Aren’t you embarrassed? To force me into this contract?”
“You had options,” I pointed out. “And no. I saw what I wanted, and I made sure I got it.”
“I hardly call jail an option,” she replied with a huff.
I leaned back in my chair, looking at her up and down.
“Are you really so sure that’s where you’d end up?” I asked, cocking my brow. “Especially with your talents ? ”
“What are you insinuating?” Her tone was sharp, the narrowing of her eyes even sharper.
I merely sent her a smile.
“Maybe just that I intrigued you,” I said. “And that’s why you signed the contract. Not because of blackmail or any other obligations. Because for the first time in your life, someone made your heart beat faster.”
“I could tell you not to flatter yourself, but that would be a waste of time.”
She let out a noise of indignation and turned to her computer again. I didn’t reply, choosing to let her stew.
There was only one thing I loved more than seeing her angry, and that was witnessing her denial.
Watching as she desperately tried to rationalize this thing between us.
And failed.
“The flights have been delayed?” I asked into the phone. Penelope was helping Laura get her bags from the plane, and she gave me a look, knowing all too well what I was up to.
Just because she stuck around and didn't tell anyone about my true nature didn't mean that she always agreed with my schemes.
Laura watched me as I listened to the person on the other end of the line.
“That’s okay.” I replied. “I can keep myself busy tonight, and we can start tomorrow. I’ll see you then. Let me know if anything else changes.”
Laura’s eyes narrowed in my direction as I hung up.
“Don't tell me there’s been a change of plans now.” Her voice held enough suspicion to make my lips twitch.
“Just a bit.” I gave her a smile and motioned for her to enter the black SUV that was already waiting for us on the tarmac. “But I know you're tired, so I'll get us to the hotel room ASAP so you can rest. Maybe order some room service?”
Laura grabbed her bag from Penelope and held it over her shoulder before walking past me with a scoff.
I fucking love it when she’s pissed off.
“I'm on a fucking tropical island,” she hissed at me. “You're crazy if you think I'm going to stay in a hotel and order room service.”
I raised a brow at her. I was pretty sure she knew how crazy I was by now.
“Let me rephrase: You are crazy, but you’re not an idiot. You dragged me here, so I expect to do something more mentally stimulating than sitting in a hotel room alone eating subpar room service.”
I couldn’t stop my smirk. She had no idea what my plans were. It would be insulting to take her to some random hotel with what she claimed was subpar room service. She deserved so much more, and I was going to give it to her .
But I didn't let her in on any of the surprises. I merely followed her to the car, let her and Penelope step inside, and then stayed silent during the trip from the airport to the resort.
And then I ate up every single moment of Laura's reaction when she saw where I was taking her.
No, it wasn't just a hotel. It was a five-star fucking resort that cost thousands of dollars a night, which came right out of my own bank account. The movie people didn’t care as long as they didn’t have to pay for it.
Laura was excited, I could see it in her eyes. Not that she would ever want to admit it.
So instead of rubbing it in, I let it go and just let the driver pull up and carry our bags while I showed Laura and Penelope in.
I went straight to the receptionist, but I didn't have to give her any of my information. Her eyes widened, and she immediately started typing on her computer.
“Ms. Hart, it’s wonderful to see you. I have your rooms ready; just give me a second to get your keys.”
I gave her a dazzling smile and held out my hand for them.
“Thank you so much, love,” I said and gave Penelope one. I could instantly see smoke coming out of Laura’s ears.
“We are not sleeping?—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and turned us toward the elevators.
“We have an image to uphold, my love,” I whispered in her ear. I didn't miss the shiver that ran through her body.
Penelope motioned for us to get into the elevator first, so I nodded and pulled Laura close, thankful that Penelope got the hint to wait for the next one.
“Two beds,” I finally said, unwinding my arm from her. “Whatever you think of me, I wouldn’t force myself on you. And just think of how fun it’ll be when you come willingly. ”
She let out a scoff but said nothing else.
The room was on the 12th floor and not too extravagant, even though it was one of the best ones they had. I wanted Laura to be able to enjoy her time in Maui without feeling overwhelmed. I could wait to spoil her a bit more.
“You'll have a good time here,” I promised, sending her a smile as we reached the door. “Trust me a little, okay?”
She gave me a look, and I wasn’t sure what it meant, so I swiped the key and pushed open the door.
“Trust you? You’ve got to?—”
Her voice cut off when we got a first look at the state of the room.
It was a complete mess.
Pillows were torn up. Glass was shattered across the entire room. And there was some type of black substance drizzled over most surfaces.
On the sliding glass doors to the balcony, that same black substance spelled out one word.
Whore .