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A hand on my shoulder startled me.
“I’m sorry.”
I didn’t turn around or answer him.
He began to massage my shoulders, moving closer until his mouth was on my neck, and his lips sent quivers down my spine. I didn’t want to respond, but my body had other ideas.
“You can’t talk to me like that. I’m not one of your minions.” I pulled away.
“I know. You’re right. I’m sorry. This is all a little new for me.”
“Me as well. Still...” I shook my head.
He stroked my cheek. “You know that I adore you. I’m used to being in charge. Give me some time to adjust. Let’s not have this fight spoil our trip.” He kissed me again, and I felt myself respond. “I’m really more interested in what you’renotwearing this weekend.”
So I let it go, and off we went.
We were both in good moods by the time we arrived, and when we entered the sumptuous suite, with deep-red carpets and walls, thick gray draperies, and ornate mirrors and paintings, I felt like I’d stepped back in time. It was enormous and formal and a bit intimidating. There was a dining room table that could seat ten, a formal living room, and three bedrooms. Suddenly I wondered if Ihadpacked the right clothes.
“It’s beautiful, but why do we need such a large suite? It’s just us.”
“Only the best for you. I wasn’t going to have us cramped in a little room. Is that what you did when you came here?”
I tried to picture the rooms I’d seen on the website and waved my hand dismissively. “I stayed in a regular room.”
“Really? And when was that again?”
He was looking at me with an amused expression, but his eyes—his eyes were angry.
“What difference does it make?”
“You know, I had a best friend. We used to do everything together from the time we were kids. When we were in college, we were supposed to go on a camping trip with his family. He called me the night before and canceled—said he was sick. I found out on Monday that he’d been at a local bar with his girlfriend.” He was pacing now. “Do you know what I did?”
“What?”
“I seduced his girlfriend, had her break up with him for me, then I dumped them both.”
My blood ran cold. “That’s horrible. What did the poor girl ever do to you?”
He smiled. “I’m joking about the girl. But I did end the friendship.”
I didn’t know what to believe. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I think you’re lying. And if there’s one thing I cannot abide, it’s a liar. Don’t take me for a fool. You’ve never been here before. Admit it now, before it’s too late.”
“Too late for what?” I asked in a voice braver than I felt.
“Too late for me to trust you.”
I burst into tears, and he walked over and put his arms around me.
“I didn’t want you to think I’d never been anywhere nice or been exposed to things you take for granted.”
He lifted my chin and kissed my tears away. “My darling, you don’t ever have to pretend with me. I love being the one to show you new things. You don’t have to try and impress me. I love that everything is new to you.”
“I’m sorry for lying.”
“Promise me it will be the last time.”