Ravage
by Elizabeth Carter

Copyright © 2014 Elizabeth Carter

Ravage is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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C H A P T E R   O N E

The world was my oyster.

From London to Tokyo, New York to Sidney.

Five-star hotels, private jets, nothing was off limits.

I flew wherever I wanted. I fucked whomever I wanted.
Money was no object, and neither was my choice of pussy.

While the faces changed as quickly as the destinations, only the rules remained the same.

No numbers, no emotions, no sexual limits, no further contact and definitely no relationships.

It worked, and you could say for a time, everything was fucking awesome, until New Year’s Eve.

***

“All flights have been delayed until tomorrow due to the storm. We are sorry for the inconvenience and we hope to…” the rest of the words became a blur as the reality of spending New Year’s Eve stuck in the armpit of America sunk in like the hideous third cup of coffee that I had just downed.

You’ve got to be fucking joking!

An hour earlier I’d been riding a red eye flight back to New York from China and the heaviest thing on my mind was the decision of spending the New Year entangled between one or two hot brunettes that I was supposed to meet the moment I stepped off the plane.

Fuck it, everything was arranged. The thought of not being able to indulge in that hot bit of ass, and have her mouth willingly slide over my cock was brutal. It was all planned out. My personal assistant had booked a table at my favorite steakhouse restaurant, we’d return to my penthouse suite at the Four Seasons, and then wouldn’t leave for several days.  I would spend hours teasing her, her wrists tied to the bed with silky scarlet ties, flicking the tip of her clit with my tongue, withholding her from the most intense pleasure over and over again, only to devour her pussy until she screamed out through multiple orgasms.

My cock twitched at the thought. I sighed pushing the image of her innocent tight ass from my mind. I shifted in my seat; my body ached from the hard plastic. Gazing around the waiting room, I wondered if the shit storm has blown inside as it was cold, and a far cry from the VIP lounges that I was used to. Spoiled or not, there was no denying that once you’d tasted the finer things in life, anything less was hard to get used to.

I now sat sandwiched between a traveling salesman on my right who was overweight, wheezing his guts out and bordering on an early heart attack, and an elderly gentleman to my left who coughed repeatedly in my direction.

Shit, cover your mouth!

I wouldn’t mind it if it was an international airport, as at least there I was treated like a king, but Morgantown Municipal Airport? Are you kidding me? Obviously catering to celebs, executives and well-to-do folks was at the bottom of their priority list. Everyone convened in the same area, the coffee tasted like dirt, and the food might as well have been served with a side platter of puke.

Another cough in my face, and I’d had enough. I couldn’t stand another minute. I closed my notebook and make a beeline for the only bar in the place called The Last Round Bar & Grill.

C H A P T E R   T W O

It never changed, and this night was no exception. Once again a long parade of guys ogled my breasts as I served them drinks. The younger ones took turns dishing out cheesy pickup lines and the married ones pocketed their wedding bands, as if the glaring pale white band beneath wasn’t a dead giveaway. I wasn’t sure what turned me off most, the fact that they thought that getting into a bartenders pants was part of their order, or that they lied through their teeth. They all seemed so desperate, needy and unattractive. Nevertheless I gave them my wicked smile, and leaned over just a little more. I knew how to get the tips, if nothing else. Truth was I had yet to meet a man who stood out, and while I had a few men pass through the airport that had caught my eye. It was going to take a bit more than a few pickup lines for one of them to find their way into my divine virgin pussy.

I slid a beer in front of a guy with mustard on his tie. I wondered if he knew what a state he looked. It seemed as if style went out the window when people flew.

“There we go,” I said sliding a napkin beneath it. His eyebrows arched as he slid his finger up the glass catching some of the head that had spilled over.

“So when do you get off work?”

I tried to look busy but I could see his reflection gawking at me in the bar mirror. I was due to take my break, but I wasn’t going tell him that. He needed a shower, a face-lift and a major fashion overhaul before I would have given him a second look. Instead I turned giving him a cute smile, “Oh not for hours, I just started my shift,”

“Shame,” he took his drink and walked off. I chuckled to myself. Those were the easy ones. Most didn’t let up. Being propositioned was common. After working in four bars, I’d learned to navigate the pushy ones from those who just wanted someone to talk to. I couldn’t help wonder what was going through their minds? Did they really all think I was going to take them out back and let them fuck me over the counter, one after the other? I ran my fingers over my lips contemplating what that would be like. I shook my head. It’s not I wouldn’t have minded a hard cock in the backroom or even having two men taking turns, I’d entertained that thought countless times, but… I’d always imagined my first time being something more, something a little bit classier, even if it did mean being tied up all night long. Tied up? An image of finding my brother’s porno magazines under his mattress reignited my senses. It had been the first time I’d seen a women hog-tied and the first time I’d seen cock. . I remembered how wet my panties became as I flipped through the pages. Finding those magazines opened my eyes to the possibilities. It had awakened a deep desire inside, a need to have a man touch and experience every part of me.

I sighed, casting a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure no glasses were empty. I knew that at nineteen, I was one of the few who still hadn’t had sex. Nineteen years was a long time to have gone without sex, but it wasn’t by choice. It was no thanks to my parents who had raised me to be a staunch catholic. After leaving home at eighteen, I couldn’t wait to let go of all the rules and regulations and figure out who I was for myself. It’s not that I minded rules, but if I had to abide by any, they had better be ones that made me feel alive.

“Mam,” a deep, husky voice behind me snapped me back to the present moment.

“Be right there,” I continued cleaning up the mess of a third drink that I had spilled that night. The water dripped off the edge onto my black skirt, and I searched for anything dry to wipe it off.

“Mam,”

“I said I would be right there.” I spun around and froze on the spot at the sight of a gorgeous tall, broad shouldered man. He had a defined jawline, a perfect five o’clock shadow and deep brown eyes that you could get lost in for days. His hair was tidy, stylish but masculine in every way. The kind you could run your fingers through. It took me a few seconds to register that I was staring, and a few seconds longer to pick my jaw up off the floor.

“Thought this might help,” he held out a handful of napkins.

“Right. Um. Thanks.” I took them and began wiping myself down. I was intently aware that he was watching. I lifted my eyes for a brief moment and flashed him an awkward smile.

“Here’s some more,” He leaned over the counter, and without even given a thought to the fact that I was bending down and probably giving the entire room a clear shot of my C-cup breasts, I reached for them and felt his fingers brush the back of my hand. There was something different to him. Despite the obvious that he was drop dead gorgeous, he wasn’t magnetically focused in on my tits, his eyes were fixed on mine. Then of course there was the fact that he was wearing a slim fitting designer suit. Armani? Gucci? Had to have been expensive as it looked tailored, brand new and free of lint. Unlike the Neanderthals who frequented the bar on any given day, their suits hung from them like a kid in an oversized jacket, and they usually were covered in a stain or two.  I shivered, not even wanting to think what those might have been.

As I finished wiping myself down, he took a seat, sliding his jacket off. I caught a whiff of his cologne. It smelled woodsy, spicy and warm like being surrounded by a forest of oak.

“What can I get you?” I muttered out, double-checking my words mentally just in case I sounded like a mental patient that just had a lobotomy.

“What have you got on tap?”

I reeled off a few domestic and imported beers, and recommend a couple.

“Sounds good, you choose for me.”

“You want me to choose?”

“Yeah, surprise me.”

“Ok,” I said, then bit my bottom lip, an action that caught his attention as he zeroed in on my mouth before glancing away. As he took in his surroundings I took advantage of the moment to steal a glance and get a better look at him. It was obvious he worked out as his shirt bulged in all the right areas. I imagined him jogging, lifting weights and dripping with sweat. There was nothing more attractive to her than a man who took pride in the way he looked. A guy who didn’t take his body for granted but shaped, honed and developed that meat suit until it screamed sex. As she gave him his glass, he slid over a hundred-dollar bill.

“Keep the change.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Your drink was not even six bucks?”

“I know.”

Before I could register the huge tip he interjected.

“By the way, isn’t this place meant to have WIFI?”

“Yes, it does over there.” I pointed to a corner of the bar. He followed my gaze and frowned noticing the huddle of businessmen looking cramped in a tiny corner. He stared down at his phone, and held it up.

“Surely you don’t just get it over there?”

I cocked my head to one side. “I know, it’s weird but it’s something to do with the reach of the signal.”

At least that’s what I remembered my boss saying.

I served another drink to a customer, keeping an eye on him as he wandered over there, raising his phone in the air. Within a few seconds he was back again.

“Well you might want to tell management that their WIFI sucks, I’ve never seen anything like that.”

I smiled. “You should visit the washrooms; the hand dryers are located outside of the building.”

His eyed widened with a look of horror.

“I’m kidding.” I flung a cloth over my shoulder not thinking for a moment how it looked.

“Calling home?”

“Trying to make sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“The waiting area not satisfactory?” she smirked.

“Not unless you want to be sandwiched between Tweedledee and Tweedledum.”

“Who?”

“Ah never mind. Does this place have a hotel?”

I hesitated before replying. “Not exactly.”

“Why do I get this sinking feeling that you are going to tell me that it’s not much better than the washrooms?”

I laughed.

“The nearest one is a couple of miles away, if you want one that is decent. We have one that is within walking distance. It’s new, but it’s just the bare essentials.”

He glanced out the window observing the heavy snow.

“Right now the bare essentials sounds a hell of a lot better than being stuck in here.”

“Only one problem, they are probably already booked up, with the cancellation of flights.”

He took a swig of his beer, “Could this night get any worse?”

“Though…”

He glanced back up.

“As the owner employees a friend of mine, I think I could pull a few strings. I’ll take you over there when I’m done my shift if you like? I only have an hour left.”

“Really? You think you could do that? I mean I would make it worth your while.”

“In more ways than one,” I muttered under my breath walking away to serve a drink to another customer.

“Pardon?”

I shook my head, flashing him a wicked grin. He squinted. He caught it, yep, I went there fella. A little bit of flirting didn’t hurt anyone and it went a long way in this place, and anyway the odds of meeting another guy of this caliber under these conditions was like trying to catch lightning. It was too good to pass up, and I was going to see how far I could go.

It was true I did know someone who ran the front desk; he’d bartended here for a short while before applying for the position. However, we didn’t exactly get along, but I wasn’t going to let that cat out of the bag. I would iron out the finer details later.

“Lincoln Salvatore,” he offered his hand. It was warm, firm and for a second I lingered in his grip considering what other parts of his body were firm.

“Olivia Wilde.”

He arched an eyebrow. His lip slightly curled. Here it comes. He hadn’t been the first to make note of my last name, and no doubt he wouldn’t be the last. I knew he was thinking about it. Though unlike others, he didn’t return a dry, heard-it-before line like most of the douches that tried picking me up. I had considered changing it or coming up with something really off putting, but screw it. Maybe one day it would work. Maybe tonight?

“So what do you do Lincoln?”

“I’m in business acquisition.”

“So you travel a lot?”

“You could say that. I scoop in and buy up businesses, turn them around and resell.”

I wiped down the counter.

“Businesses that are flailing?”

He took a sip of his drink. “Sometimes. More often than not, the original owners have more money than sense. For them it was an ego trip. All about the looks.”

“And you’re not all about the looks?” I eyed him carefully.

His lip curled into a wicked, sexy grin. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m like anyone else. I like the shiny appeal of a new product, but I can see the potential in people’s assets, often when they can’t see it themselves.”

She nodded. “Really?”

“Take you for instance. On the surface, if you don’t mind me saying you are extremely attractive. You have a youthful appeal and you use it to your advantage.”

“And you would know, how?”

“It’s not rocket science. You think all these men at the bar are interested in drinking?”

“Enlighten me.”

Without looking around he began pointing out people.

“The overweight guy, looks like he’s liable to choke on his donut in the corner isn’t on the phone, he’s eyeing you up. The jock at the end of the bar, chose that spot because it gets a nice view of your ass each and every time you bend down to retrieve a cold one. The three suits at the far end are taking bets on who is going to bed you tonight. How am I doing?”

“Why ask me, you’re the expert here.”

“Because you already know what I’m saying is right. See that’s the mistake all these chumps take. They assume because you have a nice rack, a wicked body… if you don’t mind me saying…”

“Go ahead.” I smiled, enjoying his fresh banter.

“They assume that you don’t have the brains to back up what you have in front. But that’s why none of them, including the group of Italian models sitting in the waiting room are going to score with you tonight.”

“How do you know, I might screw the shit out of lard ass over there.”

“Because you like a very specific type of man. As do I like a very specific type of woman.”

A grin spread across Lincoln’s face. I leant against the bar.

“Well don’t stop now. You are on a roll. Keep going, what kind of man do I like?”

I had to admit, conversation was flowing smoothly, hell, everything about him was smooth. I never gave off any signs of desperation. In fact, there was a strong likelihood if I didn’t tell him that I would fuck him in a heartbeat, he would go about his business with little regrets. Which only made me want him more.

“In the bedroom or outside?”

“Are you offering?”

“You know what I mean. But put a pin in that question and I will answer later.”

“No, I mean do want the specific type of man that appeals to you in the bedroom or outside?”

“Is there a difference?”

He studied me for a moment before replying.

“Without a doubt. See most assume that if guy is clean on the outside, he’s not dirty behind closed doors.”

“Are you?”

He smirked.

“Can I get a drink?” a voice called out. It was one of the guys from the group down the end. I ignored him again. He had requested three times but this was just getting good and I wasn’t about to have some fuckwit screw it up. Now had my boss been here breathing down my neck I would have been on it, but there wasn’t a chance he was getting in here tonight, and these goons would be gone by tomorrow. Come to think of it, I wasn’t going anywhere either. I hadn’t given a second thought to the fact that with all the flights delayed and all in and out roads blocked by the storm, I was going to need a place to sleep, then again — a place to fuck might be better. No, tonight was mine and I was going to take full advantage of it.

“Well? Are you?”

“I could say yes, but words mean very little. Now I could show you, but that depends….”

“On?” I asked.

“How dirty you want to get.”

C H A P T E R   T HREE

This evening was looking up with every passing minute. She was innocent, it was written all over her face, body movement, gestures, and her curiosity. It was rare, pure and so few women had it, but it was unmistakable and perfect for training. Innocent ones were like little pups attaching themselves to their mother’s tit. The hunger that an innocent one has is far different to those who have been around the block, even once. I could sniff it a mile away. An untouched pussy might as well been a radio station as hers was sending out a signal and I had just tuned in. Truth is, sex changes a person. You could see it in a person’s face.

They are never the same. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter. Sex changes everything and this woman had it. She was good at hiding it, and no doubt these horny fuckers sitting around the bar, probably thought her lack of interest was because she was playing hard to get. But that wasn’t it. No, she was waiting. Any other woman would have snapped up a few of the men that I had seen her speaking with before I strolled in, but not her. She had a fantasy, and I was more than happy to fulfill it, along with a few other things.

She was smoking hot, fresh faced, had breasts to die for, and well her innocent ass. That was a goldmine, and I planned to extract from it. She sucked in those beautiful pink lips of hers over her teeth, contemplating my question.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” she replied.

I smirked, wondering what she knew about sex. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that she hadn’t had sex. How could someone with curves and a mouth like that go this many years without someone stepping up to the plate and at least taking a hit. The thought of going down on her sent a thrill through me. Breaking her open for the first time would be like cracking into one of the hundreds of vintage wines that I collected. Only the taste of her would be far sweeter.

I could feel my cock getting harder with every passing second.

There is a moment in baseball as there is with every woman. A line in the sand so to speak, in which you know the difficult work is over. The ball has been knocked out of the field and there’s no chance in hell that the opposite team is going to change the final outcome.

This was a moment like that.

As she continued serving and talking, I knew I had her. She hung on every word I uttered, and the more innuendoes I threw in the brighter her eyes got. She was a curious one for sure. As she filled a glass from the tap, I glanced out the window. The entire building looked as if it was moving within the flurry of snow.

And there was me thinking this was the worst place to be stuck on New Year’s Eve.

When that clock struck twelve, the big ball wasn’t the only thing that was going to drop. I glanced back at her ass, as she reached down for two bottles of Heinken. I wondered for a second, was she wearing a thong? As I stared, still bending over she glanced back. She flashed a sexy smile. Damn she was hotter than hell. Oh she knew what she was doing. Innocent or not, this girl had learned a trick or two hanging around these guys with their tongues hanging out.

“So how long have you been working here?”

“That sounds awfully similar to the pickup line delivered by the Jock earlier this evening,” she said.

“I thought we established, no pickup lines are needed. You’re coming back with me to the hotel, motel or whatever the damn thing is,” I said.

“A little presumptuous to assume that my flirting means I’m agreeing to your dirty demonstration?”

I shrugged. “But you admit you are flirting?”

“Of course, how do you think I land the big tips here?”

I smiled.

“Like I said, I call it my inner sex intuition.”

“All right, I’ve got to hear this one.”

“We all have it, just few develop it.”

She chuckled.

“And what kind of vibe are you picking up from me?”

I watched her lick her bottom lip and I felt my pulse begin to race. I imagined for a split second stripping her naked, having her stand before me while I circled her like a lion. Having her get down on all her hands and knees, and watching from behind as she prowled like a lioness. She was mine tonight, one way of the other.

“You are ready. No priming is needed. Your pressure cooker is about set to explode. Though I’m not quite sure you’re ready to serve up what you have to offer.”

She fixed her eyes on my studying my face.

Without saying another word, she strolled to the far end of the bar. She glanced back as if making sure she had my attention. She leaned in close to the jock, muttered something in his ear and then kissed him on the mouth, biting his lip and pulling it. The guy looked entirely shocked. All the while keeping me in her line of sight. It turned me on. It pissed me off. I wanted to clear out these assholes and take her right then and there. When she returned, she arched an eyebrow.

“Ok. But that’s a kiss. Nothing really.”

Her eyes squinted.

She went to return to him, when I grabbed her wrist. It must have caught her off guard as she glanced down then at me.

“I get your point. Listen, when are you done here?”

“Another twenty minutes.”

I nodded. “Ok, well I’ll have one.”

“Coming right up.”

“No, I mean… a kiss.”

“Oh no. That was just for example. Tommy is an old college friend. He’s game for anything, even if he has been trying to get into my pants since college.”

“Fair enough.”

I got up to leave.

“However, we do have a stock room out back. Five minutes?”

I smiled, turning slowly back.

As she finished up serving a few other customers, I downed my beer, tossed my suit jacket over my shoulder and strolled into the backroom. It was a tiny setup. A few metal shelves full of beer, wine and boxes of snacks. There was a private washroom. I leaned against one of the shelves. I had been with women all types of places: planes, washrooms, hotels, vehicles, boats, metal containers, doctors’ offices, in fact I’d lost count of all the places, but this was a first.

I heard the sound of her heels. Without looking back, she closed the behind her. Locked, she leant back against it.

If the energy between was visible, I imagined molecules and atoms bouncing rapidly, speeding up, and shooting an infinite number of wild colors. I watched as her chest rose and dropped. Moving toward her, it felt like two stars spinning in each other’s atmosphere, a colossal mass of power that at any moment would collide.

Sexual attraction ignited, I pulled at my collar releasing its death grip. Closing the chasm between us, her eyes scanned me, meeting me with the same intense gaze as mine. I moved so close that I could feel her body heat, hear her pulse and feel her warm breath on my neck. I inhaled her, fucking her energy before I had even touched skin. I cupped her face in my hands and met her cheek, brushing my lips along it, tracing a line down toward her neck. Every inhalation made my heart pound in my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair, a sensual aroma so virginal, fresh and delicious aroused my cock, hardening it and making it throb with pleasure.

I met her seductive mouth, with a wet kiss; my tongue circled hers, each kiss hard, violent and starved for touch. Our bodies pounded against each other, I saw her eyes widen as my cock squeezed against her leg. Over the top of her white shirt I wrapped my hand around her breast, touching her nipple with my thumb. I pinned her hands against the door above her head. I tightened my hand around both wrists with one hand and then spread her feet with my own.

“Not here.”

I didn’t reply.

I pressed my body against her with my hips. I slipped my tongue back into her mouth, and pulled at her bottom lip as she had done with the Jock. I let go of her hands and pulled her in tight, lifting her white shirt and running my hands up, her breasts were huge.

Knowing that every fucking douche out there, and every one since whenever, would have killed to be in this position only excited me even further. Passionately kissing her, I continued exploring her body. My hand found its way down, and up her tight skirt.

I held her in place against the door. She was panting hard, I used both hands to yank up her skirt. I spun her around, widening her legs with my feet as if I was about to give her a pat down.

My hands run up her toned and bare skin legs until I felt her bare ass cheeks.

Fuck, she wasn’t wearing any panties!

Right there and then I wanted to fuck her against that door. I’m not sure how I found restraint. Every cell in my body was screaming — do it!

Instead, I slid my hand deep between her pussy lips, plunging one finger into her pussy from behind. She moaned, as her pussy was stretched. She was so tight. It had been years since I had felt a pussy this tight. The thought of taking her with no protection turned me on. I wondered how many women I had inadvertently impregnated around the globe.

She was wet — soaking wet, and though I knew she would have let me take her there, a kiss was a kiss. Fucking would have to wait. I tore myself away from her.

She slowly turned, her face red from a flush of excitement.

“I can close up, and we can go to the hotel.”

I nodded.

She was about to unlock the door, when I grabbed her again.

“Not here,” she said.

“I know, but I can’t wait,” I ran my hands along her shoulders, and then pressed down. She knew what was coming. There was no reluctance, no words of resistance or concern. Her body slipped down until her cheek was against my cock. She placed her hands on my belt and was about to pull it apart, when I stopped her.

“Do it with your teeth.” I said

She glanced up with those fuck-me-now eyes and bit the leather.

***

Pulling at the leather with my teeth, I couldn’t believe what I was doing. If only my boss could see me now. The thought of him walking in on this, made me want to laugh; but this was really happening. I had seen women suck guys through porn. It couldn’t be that difficult could it? He felt huge on the outside. After unbuckling him, I tried to reach for the zipper but he pushed away my hands.

“Teeth.”

It was hard to say no to a guy that was so gorgeous. Had it been anyone else, I would have likely giving him an upper cut to the nuts. He smelled so good. Clean, spicy and divine. Surprisingly I managed to pull the zipper down clamped between my teeth on my second try. He laughed, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him. As his pants came apart, I tugged hard bringing them to his feet. I ran my hands up his thighs. They were solid, not an inch of fat, and pure muscle. This guy looked as if he had been chiseled out of a piece of granite. I took in the sight of his huge bulge. I could see the outline of his cock, the size and thickness. I touched it, it was solid, and wide. This time he let me use my hands to pry at his underwear.

“Show me your tongue. I’m gonna fuck your mouth,”

I hung it out; he touched it with his fingers, pushing them to the back of my throat. I nearly gagged.

“The key is to breathe out. Breath out as it goes in, breath in as it goes out.”

I nodded, tearing up from nearly gagging.  He did it again, this time he was right. He shoved his two fingers deep down the back of my throat and out again and not once did I gag.

“Now you’re ready.”

I pulled his briefs down. My mouth watered preparing for his forbidden fruit, as it hung only inches from my lips. A trickle of pre-cum dripped from the end. I held it. It was hot and veiny and perfect in size and shape.

I gripped it hard, cupping his meaty balls with one hand and rubbing him with the other. I teased the end with my tongue. Running it up and down, and then swirling his massive head only stopping briefly to let the pre-cum drip on to my tongue. He hung his head back, and I reached up with one hand clawing at his firm, ripped abs, then running it through his pubic hair.

“Suck.”

That was all he said, and that was all he needed to say.

I devoured it showing my newfound skills, I let it slide to the back of my throat until my lips touched the base. Back and forth I sucked it, letting him guide me. At times he grabbed my hair and pulled me in deep, holding me there at the base until I coughed large amounts of spit. I kept looking up at him as I sucked the end of his tip, rubbing faster, harder and in a variety of ways. I used my lips to clamp down on him, and as I did he came fast, and with a shudder. I kept sucking feeling his hot load release into my mouth. I swallowed as his orgasm tore through him.

He fell back, a look of satisfaction on his face, a look of delight on my own.

I relished every last drop of his cum, and wiped the corners of my mouth with fingers before licking them free of his remaining juice. I never imagined it would taste so good, that it could be so good, or that I had waited this long to feel a man. How could he ever top this? And what else did he have in store? Could he really get dirtier than this?

“Are you sure you are new to this?” he asked.

I nodded affirmatively.

“Then you are going to love what I have in store for the hotel.”

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three