10. Nadia
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NADIA
I can’t believe I did that.
But, maybe I’m glad I did.
What a way to tell him I’m interested then having him catch me naked in his bed?
I’ve never come that hard before in my life. Why was it so hot with him sitting there telling me what to do?
I think he enjoyed the show. His fists were squeezed so tightly, I thought he was going to break them.
And when he instructed me, my mind was free.
But, now the embarrassment of what I did is catching up.
While he’s in the bathroom, I throw on my robe and am just about out of his room when his phone rings.
Does he always get calls this late?
“Hello, Violet.” His voice is husky as he answers.
Who is Violet?
His dark eyes burn into me as he listens to whatever it is she’s saying.
“Of course, I’ll be there right away. Don’t do anything until I get there.” He clicks his cell off.
I feel all kinds of awkward. Should I leave? What just happened?
“Do you have to go?” I whisper. My hand tugs the robe tighter around me.
He saunters over and leans against the wall, crowding me with his body. “That depends? Do you want me to stay?”
I don’t get it. Is this a choice? If I say no, he runs off to another woman?
If I say yes, am I crossing a line that I may regret?
I chew on my lip in indecision and watch his dark eyes narrow before he pulls away.
“You’re right, Nadia. This is just a business deal.” He gathers his suit coat from the chair and slides it over his broad shoulders.
My stomach drops. He might as well have dumped a bucket of cold water over me.
“Yes. Business,” I echo. I feel sick.
“Remember that.” He winks and disappears.
I’m frozen as I hear his footsteps fade down the hall.
It’s only when the main door shuts that it snaps me out.
The nerve on that guy!
He watched me! He talked me through the most intimate thing I think I’ve ever done.
And then, just leaves?
The shock morphs into anger.
I can’t believe him. Running away to someone else?
He’s my husband!
Who owns a sex club.
I hate how turned on I was by him watching me.
And how used I feel now.
Well. Screw him. I can find someone who won’t leave me begging. There has to be some guy at that club who will want to get me off.
I can’t believe I’m even considering this, but being around him has woken up a spark in me I wasn’t even aware I was missing.
A fully functioning sex drive.
I thought it was me. Turns out, I just didn’t want to fuck my ex.