Free Messalina: Devourer of Men by Zetta Brown Page A

Jared’s imminent arrival, I tense. It’s like I’ve waited a lifetime for him and now, the time is near. When I get out of the tub, it’s 5:15. I call room service to order champagne and hors d’oeuvres.
                “And please, if you can have them here before six, I’d be grateful.”
                “Certainly, ma’am. We’ll send that up right away.”
                I smile. They really are friendly in the South. As I’m applying scented body lotion before putting on my garter-and-corset ensemble, a knock on the door stops me.
                “Room service,” a friendly male voice calls.
                I open the door to see a young, dark-haired man who looks at me in a strange way.
                “I, uh, good evening, ma’am.”
                His uncertainty makes me suspicious and then I notice the knot of my robe is loose and reveals practically the entire left side of my body and part of my sex. But instead of acting modest, I smile. This boy’s never going to see me again. I might as well get warmed up and have some fun.
    “Marvelous. Come in.” I hold the door only slightly open to make him brush pass me. It’s a cheap thrill, but I’m in a frisky sort of mood.
                “Where would you like it, ma’am?”
    My throaty laugh makes him turn. “In the bedroom, of course.”
                Squaring his shoulders as if preparing to meet his fate, the room attendant pushes the trolley into the bedroom.
                “Close to the bed, if you don’t mind.”
                He glances at me over his shoulder and smiles. As he positions the cart, I shake my head. He can’t be been more than twenty years old. As far as I’m concerned, he’s an adult-in-training, but I play La Coquette to the hilt as I sashay past him to get my purse. After getting a decent tip, I reach for his hand and press the folded bill into his surprisingly moist palm.
                “Thank you.” I say and lead him out of the room by the hand. “Be a dear and hang the ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door on your way out.”
                He swallows hard. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else?”
                I grin at the expectancy in his voice. He’s only a starter, like the tray of hors d’oeuvres he just delivered. Jared is the main course.
                “Yes. You have a good night.”
                His last image of me is my waving to him as my robe slips off my shoulder, exposing even more of my body. My last image of him is his blushing face and his wide eyes as he closes the door. I giggle and can only imagine what the staff will be saying about me, especially after the scene this morning. Moments later, the electronic key unlocks the door.
                Jared has returned.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Five

    “Climax”
     
     
                My heart stops beating as Jared opens the door. He’s wearing a casual suit with a cream-colored shirt and carries a soft-sided attaché case. His glossy auburn hair and bright eyes compete for dazzle effect. Yes. Here he is, my man, coming home to me after a hard day’s work. Several other words: elegant, dashing—sex machine—flash inside my brain.
                “Nice,” he drawls. “I was hoping you’d have little on.”
                “Anything else you hoped for?” I put my hands on my hips.
                He lays down his car keys and portfolio on the small lacquer table beside the door and in two long strides, Jared closes the distance between us to crush me in a hug. The knot of my robe slips even more, letting my damp, naked body press against his clothed one. My breasts compress against his firm chest and the sensation thrills me. It does wonders for him, too, because I feel his erection growing.
                He inhales the floral