Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
And I gazed at the nightstand, wondering about things that I was scared to admit out loud.
Chapter 38
Healthy Vagina
Blue
My phone’s ringing woke me.
Yawning, I grabbed the device, turned it on, and placed it by my ear. “Hello?”
David’s sensual voice rode the line. “Good morning, sexy. Did you have a long night?”
Another yawn left. “I did, but I am ready for whatever you need.”
“Mmmm.”
I blinked.
Oh. I didn’t mean it that way, but. . .
David continued, “My people told me that you were searching for the French’s rooms last night.”
Are there no secrets in the Brotherhood?
I gazed around at all the blue roses surrounding me. It was like waking up in an enchanted garden. A smile spread across my face as I breathed in their fragrance and watched the bees flutter from flower to flower
I can’t believe you did this, Giorgio.
“Blue?”
“Oh. Yeah, I looked for the French, but I did not find their rooms. This hotel is bigger than I thought.” I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed. “Do you know which rooms they are in?”
“I do. But, you have more important duties to attend to this morning.”
“The Mouse is awake?”
“She is.”
I rushed with moving the covers away and left the bed. “I will be there in—”
“No need to go to her. She wants everyone to meet in an hour. I will text you the location in the hotel. And, she was adamant about your sitting next to her.”
Then, Emily is truly back.
“Thank you for telling me, David.”
“I wish I could have brought that message to you in person, and. . .”
My body hummed with all the possibilities.
David cleared his throat. “However, I have plans, Blue, and you will enjoy them soon.”
I blushed.
“See you at the meeting.” David hung up.
Riding a natural high, I set the phone on the nightstand, next to several vases of blue roses. Then, I slipped out of my pajamas, maneuvered around the vases of roses on the floor, and hurried to the shower.
My mind ran with my possible duties ahead.
Is Emily shaken? Did they tell her what she did? If yes, then how is she holding up?
Last night had been a lost cause. I tried to check on the Mouse, but Kazimir’s men wouldn’t even let me step onto the floor. Then, I continued my search for the French, strolling hall after hall. Security refused to give me any clear answers. David probably ordered them to keep it a secret from me.
He really has to let me take control of this.
Irritated, I stepped into the shower and turned it on. “Men.”
While David had spent time in Paris and taken on the suave style of the French, he still had the dominating possessive quality of a typical Brotherhood man.
I will have to talk to him. He must understand that I do not like him taking control of my situations.
Warm water streamed down my body.
I began soaping myself.
The scent of sandalwood and lavender rose in the air.
“Huh?” I looked at the brown soap. “This is not mine. Did Giorgio change my soap too or is this from the hotel?”
Relax. He just did the flowers.
I leaned into the warm water. The spray massaged my back and neck. Washing some more I thought more about last night.
After giving up on the search for the French and trying to check on Emily, I took the stairs to the roof.
No one was up there, but it wasn’t exactly empty either.
A table stood in the center, complete with a white linen tablecloth, gold-rimmed plates, crystal glasses, and two chairs. An arrangement of blue roses and peonies filled a porcelain vase. Unlit candles lined the border of the roof.
Whoever invited me up, had planned for a romantic evening?
I washed off the sudsy bubbles on my skin.
But who texted me to go to the roof? Giorgio or this. . .third person who sent the first set of blue roses?
Feeling clean enough, I shut off the shower, opened the door, and screamed.
Dressed in a designer suit with sparkling diamond cufflinks, a shimmering rose tie pin, and blue leather gloves, Giorgio leaned against the bathroom door and curled his lips into a wicked smirk. His eyes wore the sparkle of a horny devil.
I covered my breasts and inched back in the shower, hoping to hide myself a little more. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”
“I figured you needed a clean pair of panties for today.” He pulled out a blue pair that I had never seen before. “These will be perfect. Pretty, blue, and made from natural fabrics to maintain a healthy vagina.”
“What?”
“Some of your panties were made of synthetic materials like nylon and spandex that don’t allow that sweet area to breathe—”
“Stop talking about my vagina and my panties and get out of my bathroom!”
The smirk never left his face. “So, you do not need a clean pair?”