Chapter Forty-Two
Cat thought back further, to last New Year’s Eve, at a party at the Steinherrhof.
The Kivvis were away in the Caribbean, so she was helping Tiago, working a party Anastasia and Dimitri were hosting for friends in the private dining room.
The hotel manager Pietro had bragged that they had Viktor Kivvi’s personal chef working for them that night, hoping it would get back to Walter, who was with Kiki at a party in Monte Carlo.
That night, Anastasia had made a beeline for Cat.
Flattering her behind the scenes. Complimenting her on her exceptional palette.
Locking eyes with her as she cleared the plates.
Following her to the cloakroom and confessing to Cat that she was so intrigued by her she wanted to make her come against the fur coats and ski jackets belonging to their friends.
Cat was mesmerised and didn’t stop to ask Why me?
when Anastasia slipped Cat her phone number at the end of the night.
She was paralysed with passion. She wanted to do it back to Anastasia, a million times over, and over the course of the past eleven months, she had.
Cat felt surprisingly calm about it, as if she had resigned herself to not liking Anastasia very much. If she didn’t like her, perhaps it would make it easier to walk away. She was in lust with Anastasia, nothing deeper. The woman was stunningly beautiful.
Anastasia rested her cheek on her closed palms, on her pillow, looking at Cat.
She shrugged.
‘He’s hot, isn’t he?’
She didn’t seem to feel much remorse about it.
‘But what about your sister?’
‘Oh that’s dead in the water. She’s just obsessed with the idea of him. Anyway she’s even more obsessed with that fucking hotel, she’ll bore Tristan to tears if she hasn’t already.’
Cat frowned, her disapproval clear, if calmed by the sensational orgasm Anastasia and she had reached together.
‘It was just a one-time thing anyway.’
‘It was?’
Cat studied her.
‘One thing led to another …’
Cat knew she was lying.
‘On a Saturday morning? The night after you and I had –’
‘Shhh …’
Anastasia silenced Cat with a slow and sumptuous kiss.
Cat pulled back.
‘Why are you here?’
‘Well, firstly, this is my father’s hotel …’
Cat gave her a look.
‘You know what I mean …’
Why did Anastasia desire her so much? She could never understand it.
Anastasia propped herself up and pushed Cat’s shoulder gently so she rolled onto her back. She lowered the white sheet that enveloped her.
‘Because I’m crazy for you,’ Anastasia said, nuzzling into Cat’s neck with a kiss. ‘Your pussy …’
Cat groaned. Anastasia continued to dot kisses down Cat’s decolletage, to her breasts, rounded and buoyant from blissful passion. ‘Your talent …’ she said, sucking one nipple with a gentle flick. Cat opened her legs out again and stretched her toes. ‘You’re an artist.’
Cat blushed.
‘And you know what I want to do?’
‘What?’ Cat teased.
‘Next time, I don’t want to fuck you in Papa’s hotel.’
Next time.
Cat wasn’t doing very well at ending it.
Next time.
‘Where do you want me?’
‘I want to make you come in that kitchen of yours.’
Anastasia rolled on top of Cat and paid attention to her other nipple, circling it with her soft tongue.
‘First course, on the worktop,’ she said, not breaking eye contact as she sucked, then lowered herself down to Cat’s belly button.
‘Second course …’ she kissed her stomach. ‘On that beautiful Persian rug in the entrance.’
Cat groaned.
Anastasia went lower.
‘Third course, dessert …’ her face was level with Cat’s pussy. ‘I’ll go here,’ she dotted her tongue onto Cat’s clitoris, making her arch her back. ‘In your bedroom.’
‘Dios mio …’ Cat sighed.
‘I want to see where you sleep.’
‘Sí,’ she whispered breathlessly, trying not to think of the ridiculousness of Anastasia in her bedroom; in her small staff quarters, when she slept in a mansion.
Anastasia slipped her tongue in a circle then stopped, and raised her head.
‘Even better, we can do it on Viktor’s bed.’
Cat raised her head and looked down her body.
‘When are the Kivvis next out of town?’
She couldn’t conceive of this but Anastasia had paused between her legs. Was she serious?
‘All of them?’ Cat laughed. ‘It’s rare. And Aapo’s back in town next weekend, staying for at least a week until the party.’
‘That’s a shame …’ Anastasia pouted.
‘Anyway, there are servants! I’d lose my job …’ Cat was so reeled in, she wanted Anastasia to carry on; she wanted to press her head back down and make her stop talking.
Anastasia lifted herself up, back level with Cat, so their breasts were pressed together again.
‘I’ll get you another job.’ Anastasia shrugged, plainly. ‘I could get you a chef job in any hotel in town.’
‘They’re good to me,’ Cat protested.
‘I’m good to you,’ Anastasia said, kissing Cat on the lips again, slipping her tongue inside her mouth, and tragically, they both knew she was lying.