Free Penthouse of pleasure - uncertain desire (German Edition) by A.J. Blue

grins and starts to get dressed.

12
     
     
     
    I indignantly watch Liam disappear into the bathroom. I’m still unsatisfied. I hate being teased without reaching orgasm. What a bastard! But a darn attractive one. He seems to know exactly what buttons to push to make me want more.
    Frustrated by my lack of self control, I rummage through my overnight bag until I find my favorite jeans. I put them on with a black top and think about Marcus’s proposal. What did I let myself in for?
    Again, I’ve butterflies in my stomach when I imagine sleeping with Marcus and Liam. Granted, I tried a thing or two before getting involved with Andrew, but I guess they would be considered more or less ‘normal’. Sleeping with two men at the same time is complete virgin (ha, ha) territory. I close my eyes and picture Marcus entering me while Liam kisses me. Quite tempting considering the unsatisfied state I’m in. Marcus reckless surfer look and his muscular body are real sexy. I surprised him before naked in the bathroom during my first time here and quite liked what I saw. But Marcus also has a hint of danger about him. Something wild. I doubt Liam is all that harmless either, but he always seems in control of himself whereas Marcus appears to be led by his emotions.
    Do you really want to do this, Kate?  My better sense appeals to me.
    Of course you do. You’ll never be offered a chance like this again, the woman in me insists.
    Utterly confused, I tie up my still slightly damp hair and put on a little make-up in front of Liam’s big cheval mirror. Then I sit down on the bed and decide to wait for Liam’s return. I’m far too confused right now to take Marcus on on his own. The thought of meeting him makes me somewhat uneasy.
     
    To distract myself a little, I pick up my cellphone. So as not to disturb Liam I switched it to silent last night. The display shows two calls and one message in my mailbox. I click on the phone icon. 
    The call’s from an unknown number; the other two are from my mother and so is the message in my mailbox: “Hi, Kate. What’s up? Where are you? I must have rung you at least twenty times, but nobody’s picking up. At your workplace they told me you won’t be in anymore! Please get in touch. I’m worried!”
    Shit, I think. I had hoped that mom wouldn’t find out that I was in trouble quite so soon. I don’t have much choice but to call her back. But what will I tell her?  Once she knows that I intend to temporarily park me and my stuff at a hotel, she’ll be here in a flash and insist that I move back in with her and Dad. And I really, really don’t want to. I love my parents, but their over-protectiveness is hard to cope with after a while. I’ll have to improvise and come up with a credible story to reassure them for the time being.
    I dial mom’s number. She picks up after the second ring.
    “Katherine, thank God! I was so worried. Are you okay?”
    “Well, a lot of stuff happened...” I start.
    “Has it anything got to do with Andrew? What is it? Why can’t I reach you at your firm anymore?” she bombards me with questions.
    “Andrew and I split up. You were right. He’s a complete loser. He cheated on me and his new girlfriend is pregnant.”
    “Oh, God,” my mother groans. I’m sooo sorry. And now? What are you going to do?”
    “I’ve moved out and I’m looking for another job,” I tell her.
    “Where do you live right now? You don’t know anyone in that blasted city. Move back in with us! You can sleep on the sofa in the living room.”
    Even the thought of spending my nights on my parents‘ sofa-sleeper without the option to leave makes me feel sick. I can already see them constantly buzzing around me, lovingly, yet full of good advice. Thanks, but no thanks!
    “Don’t worry. I’ve met some old colleagues who are putting me up for a while,” I fib. “And I’m already sending out job applications. Everything will be alright. I just need a little time to myself