30
Evidently
“Icould really get used to this.” Jonathan stretched his arms above his head as he admired Liz from the bed.
“What?” she dropped the towel having just showered.
“Lazing around, waiting for you to finish work so I can fuck your brains out.”
Liz’s eyes widened slightly. She let her gaze rake over the perfect naked form that was gracing the king size bed of their luxurious bedroom. Flicking her long blonde hair over her shoulder she cocked her hip, striking a pose. “You mean be my boy-toy, my kept man?”
“Yeah, I think I could live with that,” he grinned.
She slinked over to the foot of the bed, then leaned down resting her hands at the bottom of the mattress. “If you play your cards right you may get to fuck my brains out now.”
“And what do I have to do to deserve that?” Jonathan levered up on to his elbows, his attention trained on her naked body.
“Keep talking about being my kept man.”
“It turns you on? Knowing I’m waiting around for you?”
“Oh yes. Only me, whenever I want, however I want.”
Jonathan licked his lips. Jeez, he was so whipped. One look from her and he was putty in her hands or rather he was as hard as stone. He couldn’t say no to her, he didn’t want to. “You want to be in charge?”
She nodded slowly, crawling up the bed until she had him caged, hovering over him on all fours.
“Babe, you’re always in charge of me. Don’t you know that? One snap of your fingers and I’m panting like a dog.”
She stared deep into his eyes and, without losing the contact, Liz lifted her hand and clicked her fingers. Jonathan growled and grabbed her twisting her underneath him, pinning down her arms above her head.
“Do you want me?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Hard, fast.”
“How long have we got?”
“I need to be down by the pool in forty minutes.”
“That’s just long enough.” And before she could answer him, he thrust hard into her causing her to cry out. “Tell me if I’m too rough,” he gasped.
“I want it rough.”
Jonathan groaned as he began his punishing assault on her, marvelling at how this ice cold maiden melted under him. He’d do anything to keep her. Anything to make sure it was him she wanted, only him.
SAM WHITELY DROVE HIS car through the entrance of the Finca Cortesin Hotel and parked it in front of the impressive entrance.
The valet ran out immediately, helping him retrieve his small overnight bag and camera case.
Sam looked around the front grounds and entrance of the luxurious hotel and thought it made a welcome change to the usual places he had to hide out in.
He was thankful that the woman Scott had asked him to investigate had expensive taste.
He shrugged into his dark linen jacket over his T-shirt, smoothed down the wrinkles and headed to the reception.
He’d booked an overnight stay, on the pretence he was looking for a location for a business conference and team building weekend. Sam handed over his details and was pleasantly surprised to be upgraded to a suite.
“One of our food and beverage managers will take you on a full tour of the resort, then maybe you’d like to use the spa, or play a round of golf.”
“Thank you. Possibly. I’d really like to get a feel for the place. From what I can remember the hotel is quite extensive.”
“Yes, twenty-three thousand square metres of grounds and a six thousand square metre golf course,” the receptionist replied, pulling together a promotional pack.
“These are a little out of date I’m afraid.
But we should have a new pack ready within the month and our website is also being upgraded.
We’d be happy to email you the link as soon as it’s completed.
You said you were looking to book for the end of May. ”
“Yes, that’s right. Well I’ll take these and go to my room. What time is my tour?”
“As soon as you’re ready Mr. Whitely, just call reception and it’ll be organised.”
“Thank you.” Sam smiled widely at the pretty receptionist and followed the bellboy to his suite.
Once he was alone he set to work assembling his camera, taking just one of his extra lenses, hoping he’d spot either Liz or Jonathan. He just hoped he’d be able to have some time to snoop around without none of the hotel staff shadowing him.
JONATHAN KEPT UP A steady speed running down along the beach and back up towards the hotel grounds.
He’d cool off in one of the pools and watch Liz at work.
It gave him a thrill, being able to finally watch her pose and play her role.
It made her look untouchable, out of reach and he loved knowing that when she was done, he was the one who got to watch her cool exterior dissolve beneath him.
He powered up the steps that lead to the golf course and started pounding around its parameter.
This place was incredible, he thought. One day they’d come back here, when she was finally his.
He just hoped that all these contracts she was working towards, came through.
Once she’d start to be independent, she could get her divorce and the hefty settlement she deserved, so they could start a fresh life together.
Jonathan ran up towards the hotel grounds and spotted where Liz was having her shoot today.
They were covering the pool area and then the golf course, from what he remembered.
He slowed down and paused by a palm tree to catch his breath, keeping out of her field of vision.
He didn’t want to distract her, though now watching her laid out on the sun lounger, all he wanted to do was screw her until she collapsed under him, just to show all those assholes who were ogling her that she was his.
Sam lifted his camera and took a few shots of the sea shore and then the elevation up to the golf course.
Juan, the employee assigned to Sam for the tour, was very attentive rattling off all the attributes and trivia about the area and the hotel alike.
Sam wasn’t listening but he nodded and ummed and ahed whenever he thought it was effective.
They jumped back into the golf cart and Juan whisked them up towards the hotel.
Sam had his camera permanently positioned to the front of the cart, prepared for anything.
His diligence was rewarded when he spotted a familiar dark figure leaned up against a palm tree.
“Do you mind if we stop here for a second? The view here is exceptional.”
Juan slowed down to a stop and Sam zoomed in to focus on who he now knew was Jonathan.
He clicked away, then lifted his camera to zero in on to where Jonathan’s attention was focused.
There were a number of people huddled under a large canopy behind a man who was filming.
In front of him was a leggy, blonde splayed out on a sun lounger playing out a role with a waiter.
Bingo! Sam clicked his camera and then turned it to recorder mode, focusing on Jonathan and moving it to Liz.
Well it wasn’t them rolling around in a bed but it was evidence that they were here together.
“Thank you, Juan. I got what I needed.”
The golf cart jerked softly into a steady speed, passing Jonathan and heading to the pool area behind where the shoot was taking place.
“The hotel’s upgrading their brochure and website and they’re doing the new footage over the next few days,” explained Juan as they passed the pool.
Sam nodded politely and turned to face the back, lifting his camera up to take a few more shots of Liz with Jonathan lurking in the background.
It took another hour before Sam finished his tour. Juan left him at reception after wishing him a pleasant afternoon and letting him know he’d be happy to show him anything else and he had only to call reception.
Sam closed the door to his suite and paced over to where he had his laptop set up. Copying all the footage and the photos he’d taken, then immediately emailed them to Scott.
ARSENIO PACED AROUND HIS office while he waited for Scott. It was just five thirty. He checked his watch again. He hoped he didn’t keep him waiting. Arsenio’s intercom buzzed.
“Yes, Carl.”
“There’s a Scott…”
“Send him in,” Arsenio replied before Carl could finish.
Scott strode into Arsenio’s office with a large file under his arm.
“Afternoon, Seni.”
“Scott. Is that for me?” Arsenio outstretched his hand and Scott pulled out the thick file from under his arm.
“Here, let’s use this table, it’ll give us more room.
” Arsenio moved to a large glass conference table set to the left.
He impatiently opened the file and started sifting through the photos.
“These here are this week’s, that I took, and those there…” Scott loosened a bulldog clip that held together a wad of photos. “Those are from Gary and his surveillance on the trainer.”
Arsenio leafed through them careful not to muddle up their sequence. “They’re numbered on the back, so don’t worry if you mix them up,” Scott added, realising Arsenio was being mindful.
The pictures showed Jonathan going to various people’s houses where he spent anything from an hour to an hour and a half personally training.
On both Wednesday and Thursday he was home by ten in the evening.
On Friday, where they realised he was going to fly with Liz to Spain, he’s left later.
He’d stopped off at a dry cleaner’s, then after double backing on himself he then went to the airport for the evening flight.
The photos were a perfect representation of Gary’s daily report.
Arsenio studied them again hoping to find something, but he just didn’t see anything unusual.
“They’re yours to keep. Look at them again. Something might jump out at you.”
Arsenio nodded still scanning the photos. “Any news from Spain?”
“Actually, yes.”
Arsenio turned sharply to look at Scott. “What?”
“Sam, my contact, has found them and sent me some shots of them and video footage. It’s not exactly what we wanted but it’s what we needed.”
“I don’t follow.”
“It places them in the same hotel, but it doesn’t show them together, if you get what I mean.”