The Temptress (26 page)

‘Wow, different look on you,’ she advised as
she scanned me. I laughed, Hilda was insistent that as I usually dressed for
work in skirts, or dresses with heels and had the whole glamorous and sexy look
down pat, I needed to go casual. She was right, if Mrs. Le Grand had someone on
the lookout for me, by dressing down like this, I wasn’t likely to hit their
radar. I was in a pair of grey ripped skinny jeans, converse trainers, a black
cropped corset, showing off my pierced toned stomach, with a black tie around
my bare neck and the grey trilby from Henry, cheekily perched on top of a long,
pale pink wig. With lots of black eye makeup, nude lips and a messenger bag
slung across my body, I actually looked like a hip twenty something, instead of
a thirty year old seductress and mother of a five year old.

‘Don’t ask,’ I replied, with a shake of my
head.

‘Fancy dress party?’

‘Something like that,’ I nodded.

‘Enjoy yourself, I’ll stop over so don’t worry
about rushing back. And if you pull some rampant young stud dressed like that,
go for it,’ she winked.

‘Like that’s going to happen,’ I laughed.

‘Well if it does, you don’t have to worry about
being home until sleeping beauty wakes up in the morning, do you?’

‘I guess not,’ I replied. Mike was waiting
leaning against the Merc as I came out and whistled.

‘Hot look on you!’

‘Very funny,’ I replied, as he opened the back
door and let me in.

‘I’m being serious. Always had a thing for Pink
when she had that coloured hair.’

‘Then thank you,’ I smiled, as he closed me in
and I opened the bag to extract my ear piece from Henry and check I had all of
the kit.

‘Daddy, you know I was out with Morgan today, I
can’t believe you embarrassed me by sending Giles to pick me up,’ I moaned, in
my best American drawl as I approached the entrance to The Domville, pretending
to speak into my phone. ‘Yeah I got your message loud and clear. I’m grounded
for the next two days. I’m on my way up to the suite now for operation lockdown
to commence, keep your hair on.’ I shoved my phone in my back pocket and rolled
my eyes at the doorman, ‘Dad’s eh? Some holiday this is turning out to be.’ He
chuckled and held the door open for me.

‘I do the same to my kid, don’t be too hard on
him, he cares.’

‘I know, but there’s nothing wrong with giving
a bit of freedom now and again,’ I replied, as I popped my bubble gum and
strode in with no resistance. Now I wouldn’t have his eagle eye on me as I went
to the lifts. I flashed a glance through the archway to the bar as I walked
past and saw Luc sitting there, running a hand through his hair, his phone to
his ear. I wondered if he was ringing me to see where I was. I pulled his key
card copy out of my back pocket, stepped into a waiting lift and swiped the
card, then pressed for his floor.

‘Great American accent,’ came Henry’s voice in
my ear.

‘Thanks,’ I chuckled. ‘One of the girls in my
Business Studies class was from Texas.’

‘Hat’s working, can’t see anything but a white
blur on screen. Keep your head down as much as possible, just in case it draws
the attention of the security team. The maid’s just finishing up in the
bathroom, if you walk slowly, she should be out by the time you get there.’

‘Got it,’ I confirmed, as I quickly ejected the
sickly sweet bubble gum from my mouth into its wrapper and shoved it back in my
bag. I left the lift and casually sauntered up the corridor, pretending to text
on my phone as I went, leaning on the wall when Henry told me to hang back for
a few seconds. I saw the maid come out of Luc’s room and push the cart laden
with towels and toiletries to the next suite.

‘Ok, going in. Make the call Mabelle, but whatever
you do, make sure you get him up here.’ I quickly opened his door and stepped
in, quietly closing it behind me. I reached into the bag and pulled out the
frequency jammer, flipping it on to counteract any recording equipment, which
meant I’d lose contact with Henry as well. Luc had better get my clue with the name
Mabelle. I activated the scanner and started a sweep of the lobby first. I’d
been right, I found devices that weren’t ones that Mike had planted. I then
moved into the lounge and made a start. I was halfway done when I checked my
watch, the suite was bigger than I’d anticipated, I thought I’d have cleared
the whole thing by now. If Luc was on his way up, he’d be here any minute. I
quickly grabbed a piece of hotel paper and a pen and scribbled a message and
ran to the suite lobby and stood behind the door. My heart was racing, being
out in the field was exhilarating, I really missed it, but tangling work with
my private life made it that more tense. I heard the key card in the door and
prayed it wasn’t the maid coming back, holding my breath until I saw Luc step
in and the door swung closed behind him. I cleared my throat and he jumped and
swung around startled, his eyes wide and his fists bunching up at his sides. I
quickly held up my note and put my free index finger to my lips.

Luc

‘Merde,’ I bit, as I
jumped out of my skin to hear someone behind me cough and spun around ready to
fight. I’d been perplexed at the bizarre message I’d received while I was sat
at the bar, from someone purporting to be my maid, but Mabelle had a distinctly
masculine edge to her voice. Also my evening maid’s name was not Mabelle and
she was currently busy cleaning another room, I’d heard her singing next door
as she’d propped the door open, so I’d already deduced that something was not
right. I was surprised to see a young woman holding up a hand written note,
shaking her head with a finger to her lips.

Lulu?
I looked back up at her again
frowning, and took a gasp of surprise as I saw her bright amber eyes looking
back, pleading with me. I wouldn’t have recognised her if I hadn’t just seen
those. I flexed my hips, to accommodate my swelling cock as I scanned her body
in this outfit. Her jeans clung to her like a second skin, her flat stomach had
a piercing that wasn’t there when we’d spent the night together in Paris and
that corset she was wearing just enhanced her naturally voluptuous breasts. I
growled and stepped towards her, forcing her back into the corner. I was going
to pin her face down on my bed and spank her creamy flesh a hot shade of pink
for this intrusion, then I was going to fuck her. It was six years overdue. I
gasped as she slapped me when I got too close. I glared at her as I rubbed my
cheek, if she thought that was going to diminish my need to punish her, she
really had a lot to learn about me. She thrust her note in my face again and
pointed to the “trust me” part of it, then turned it over.

I didn’t understand why my room was bugged at
all, but I nodded reluctantly. She’d better give me some answers when she was
done. She rolled her eyes as she saw mine drift back down to her chest and I
reached down to squeeze my erection, but I saw the hint of a blush on her
cheeks before she disappeared into my suite, which had a small smile play on my
lips. I paced in the lobby like a caged tiger. Not only did I need to know what
the hell was going on, but to think I had her alone in my suite had all of my
blood pooling between my thighs. Five years without sex and the woman who had
been my masturbation muse was only separated from me by a single door. I was
beyond impatient and I wasn’t known for having much as it was. So, Myrtille was
behind this, though what she had to gain by spying on me, or sending Lulu after
me was anyone’s guess. She hated me, I could never understand why she hadn’t
filed for divorce and left me years ago, putting us both out of our misery. Mabelle!
I suddenly got it, it was Lulu trying to get a message to me, ma belle,
Mabelle. If my suite was bugged it seemed she didn’t trust my phone or
approaching me in the bar. She had a lot to explain.

I heaved a sigh of relief as she finally put
her head around the door and waved me in, with another finger on her lips to
remind me to keep quiet. I’d never shown so much self-control in my life. I
went and poured myself a cognac from my decanter and angled one of the lounge
armchairs to face the bedroom, the double doors to which she’d left wide open.
I positioned myself in it, placing an ankle up on my knee as I took a swig of
the warming liquid, which heated my throat as it trickled down. Not that I
needed any heating, not when she was bending over in those tight jeans waving
around not only her sexy backside, but whatever the hell that black implement
was that she had in her hand, that occasionally beeped. She dismantled my clock
radio and removed something, placing it on the floor and stamping on it, before
putting the clock back together. Then again with something she extracted from
the DVD player in the corner. I was fascinated watching her, she was focussed
and fast, with nimble fingers. Fingers that I’d dreamed of wrapping around my
shaft, forcing me to expel my load. I’d finished my cognac and was close to
needing to masturbate to dull the ache in my balls, as I’d sat here imagining
what I was going to do with her as soon as she was finished, but she
reappeared, exhaling a long breath as she removed her trilby and tossed it onto
the coffee table.

‘The rooms are clear, we can talk,’ she nodded.
I slowly set my glass down and stood up. Without her heels she was forced to
look up at me. I just held her gaze, my chest rising and falling rapidly as she
looked up at me, confused. My confusion temporarily vanished, all I could think
of was one thing. She squealed as I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me
into the bedroom. I quickly sat on the edge of the bed and threw her over my
lap, anchoring her with one hand planted squarely in the middle of her
shoulders and a leg over the back of her knees. I let my hand connect with her
backside forcefully, wishing I’d taken the time to pull her jeans and knickers
down first. She screamed in surprise, then called my name as I did it again.

‘You continue to defy and irritate me, Lulu
McQueen,’ I hissed, as I continued to spank her. ‘These are for breaking and
entering and spying on me. I will give you twelve in total, twelve that will
ensure you feel them when I let you sit back down. You will feel them for the
rest of the week and remember that I am a private man who does not welcome
these intrusions into his life!’

‘Stop,’ she pleaded, as she tried to wriggle
free, which only made me angrier. ‘This is inappropriate!’

‘As is your gross invasion of my privacy. How
did you get in my room? How long have these cameras been in here?’

‘A week,’ she moaned as I smacked her again.

‘So, have you got off on watching me walk
around my suite naked and hard. Stroking my cock frequently to the thought of
you? Hearing your name leave my lips at the moment of my intense release?
Answer me!’ I barked as my hand connected with her backside again.

‘Once, I only watched once,’ she cried.
‘Please, it hurts.’

‘It’s supposed to, because I am hurt at your
actions, yet you forget how much you loved it last time. You protest but if I
pull down your knickers and draw my finger through your folds they will be
swollen and sodden with excitement.’

‘It’s wrong,’ she moaned, as I lay the last two
on her. ‘I’m a grown woman. I didn’t give my consent.’

‘You did not obtain my consent either. Do you
have any idea how angry and frustrated I am now?’ I snarled, as I looked down
at her curvaceous backside and my stinging palm and gave her another two.

‘Owwww,’ she yelled, a sob escaping her lips.
‘You said twelve!’

‘They were for slapping me, rejecting me when I
wanted to kiss you. You’re lucky I don’t have my chains and paddle right now,
or you’d be screaming even louder and it would be a month before you could sit
down again.’ I pulled her up and threw her back onto the bed, as I tried to
calm down. If we were a couple I’d be tying her up and fucking her for hours
without letting her come for the stunt she’d pulled. She quickly rolled onto
her side, taking the pressure off her tender backside and reached up to wipe
some tears from her eyes, smudging her black eye makeup. I sighed and threw
myself back in the armchair at the side of the bed. ‘Much as I want to fuck you
right now and trust me, I am a man in desperate need of ripping off your
clothes and fucking you, I need answers. Talk!’

‘I told you, I was hired by your wife to
uncover evidence of an affair, or to fabricate one.’

‘How did you get in my room and plant these
devices?’

‘Last week in the bar I took your key card and
passed it to my associate who came and put them in the lounge, bedroom and
shower room while I distracted you in the bar. I returned the card to you when
I ran out and I’ve regretted it ever since. I’m so sorry.’

‘So, what has changed? Why are you here telling
me this? Taking them all down?’

‘I was swayed,’ she whispered as she cast her
eyes down. ‘But I realised that I was wrong.’

‘Swayed?’ I questioned with a frown, then
nodded as I realised what she meant. ‘She offered you money.’

‘Yes,’ Lulu nodded, looking embarrassed. ‘Enough
to set me up for life, to expand my business and retire early.’

‘And how much was going behind my back worth?’
I growled, wishing I had Myrtille here too, I’d spank her a damn sight harder
than I had Lulu.

‘It doesn’t matter, I’m not taking the money,’
she replied quickly.

‘How much?’ I demanded forcefully.

‘Two million pounds,’ she said quietly. I
inhaled sharply and she looked up at me, regret written all over her beautiful
face.

‘This is a lot of money,’ I nodded, still not sure
why my wife would pay such a sum to be rid of me.

‘Not to a man like you.’

‘No,’ I shrugged. ‘It is not, but I would
imagine to you it is,’ I suggested and Lulu nodded. ‘So she suspected I was
having an affair and you were to capture this evidence?’ I frowned, wondering
what would have made Myrtille think this. Until I kissed Lulu last week I’d
never strayed. Despite my high sex drive, the only person I’d wanted I couldn’t
find. And now here she was, lying on my bed.

Tempting me. As always.

‘No, the first time she came to see me, I
thought she’d made the appointment to find out if you were having an affair,
but she confirmed that she actually wanted me to set you up.’

‘First came?’ I sat up a little straighter,
intrigued.

‘She came to see me again this afternoon, she
knows that we have history, I suspected as much after I discovered it was you
last week, it was too much of a co-incidence. She confirmed that she’d tried
other ways to make you stray, but said that you were too honourable.’

‘I see,’ I nodded. So that explained the
pushiness of some of the women who had sought me out in the bar. I liked a
woman with confidence, one who was not afraid to approach me, but some of them
had been far too aggressive, which to a man like me was a real turn off. ‘So
she came to you, in the hopes that you could tempt me where others have
failed?’

‘Yes,’ Lulu breathed, as she reached down and
tugged at her corset, trying to cover more of her breasts. I closed my eyes for
a second and slowly exhaled. I was so close to shoving her back on that bed and
taking her roughly. ‘I told her that I knew she’d chosen me, because of our
history and she confirmed it. She said she thought that for me you’d break.’

‘Then she’s a shrewd woman. For you, ma belle, I
would,’ I confirmed.

‘I know,’ she replied with another blush. She
hesitated, her breathing was coming hard and fast, her breasts still at danger
of splitting the tight corset she was wearing, as much danger as my custom made
suit trousers, that hadn’t been tailored to accommodate my large erection. I
wanted to pull that corset off and take one of her large dark pink nipples into
my mouth, suck and bite it until she came. ‘She has pictures, of us kissing
outside last week. She’s given me a week to make a choice. I either sleep with
you and hand over the evidence, even if my face isn’t captured she doesn’t
care, she just wants plenty of proof of an affair. That way she says she’ll pay
me the money or … or …’ Lulu paused and pinched the top of her nose and she
tried to calmly breathe.