The End of You: A Single Lady Spy Series Novella (The Single Lady Spy Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

rubbing himself in the front seat, staring down at my ass. My skirt covered
everything but his eyes weren’t doing the watching so much as his mind was
creating the image. Servario lifted me to my knees, pulling himself out. My
wetness coated us both but he just did his pants back up as if it was nothing.
“Get the door,” he spoke to the driver, showing his disapproval in his tone but
never looked back at the man who looked stunned that he had been caught. He
swallowed hard, offering me a pleading look. I turned back to Servario who
wasn’t fazed by any of it. He lifted me off of his lap completely and climbed from
the vehicle. He turned back, offering me a hand. I tried not taking it, shocked
and disturbed and ready to lose my temper over the last several moments but he
snatched my hand. He dragged me as if I were a child having a temper tantrum.
As if I were the one who had trashed the dirty room on the plane. On the drag
in I noticed we were outside of a hotel surrounded by the ocean. The warm salty
air hit me like a ton of bricks. I was grateful instantly that I had chosen the
outfit I did. But then I noticed several women in abayat and other garments
covering most of their bodies. It was like the scene from Pretty Woman where she struts Rodeo Drive in her hooker boots held
up by pins. My midriff was like the most offensive thing I could have shown.
His disgusted look made sense now. I could have killed him for not telling me.
    Servario
didn't check in like most men. He strolled straight past the front desk,
nodding at the man who scurried after us. The man met us at the elevator. It
was there I realized we were staying at the sail-shaped hotel Burj Al Arab in Dubai.
I remembered seeing several articles on it because of its unique shape. When we
got into the elevator I caught a glimpse of his fierce stare in the reflection.
He squeezed my hand, holding tightly like he was trying to tell me something.
    The
elevator ride was tense. The air was heady, regardless of the air conditioning.
    The
attendant gave us an awkward stare, confused perhaps by my outfit or just by
the fact that Gustavo Servario was in his elevator. I would be uncomfortable
too maybe, had he not played with my ass on several occasions. Once someone
does something that intimate, it’s hard to fear them properly.
    I
struggled with his grip until we were in our room. Then he let me go, flexing
his hand and staring at the room.
    “We
were meant to stay at The Palm, but I like to change my mind at the last second
to avoid predictability.” He pulled something from his pocket, placing it down
on the table in the middle of the room that still held my awestruck attention.
It was fabulous. I parted my lips to say so but he held a finger up, pausing me
as if I were a remote-controlled device.
    He
flashed a bright light from the object and then turned to face me, undoing his
pants. “Let’s finish.”
    I
stepped back. “What was that?”
    “A
device I got from someone you don't know and the technical language it would
require to describe it to you would be wasted air on my part.”
    I
paused, translating it all. “Did you just call me stupid?” He did. I rehashed
it twice before his answer came with a smile and the dropping of his pants.
“No.” He held a hand out to me.
    I
stepped back. “You just called me dumb and you expect I will rush over and let
you fuck me?”
    He
nodded, continuing to hold his hand out. I scoffed, turning and walking into
the bathroom and locking the door. “Asshole!” I muttered, leaning against the
counter. I stripped down, needing suddenly to be clean from the feeling of him
inside of me. I dragged the lashes off, wincing in the mirror as I tried to
avoid eye contact with myself. I needed a refresher course on why my vagina
wasn’t in charge of decision making, especially where Servario was concerned.
    I
stepped into the huge marble shower that could have been a sizeable walk-in
closet and cranked the hot water. I sat