Chapter 6

"Yes... Come on hurry up- Roman replies bluntly, avoiding his prying gaze."

Vanessa Reed comes out irritated, annoyed, her impeccable hair sways in the wind that slips through the curtains and she slams the door in her typical annoyance and jealousy.

"Elara... Let's go!... I'll take you to your house, you pack, and we'll go to mine and from there we'll go. This meeting is key for the company, everything must be perfect."

I don't hesitate or ask questions, I gather everything and follow Roman; his car is there in the parking lot as if it were a priceless relic.

A Ferrari sports car, it looks so expensive. Inside it's much better, it's all black, with Roman's scent permeating every seat.

My home is small and modest. When we arrive, Roman comes in quickly and doesn't even take the time to look around, luckily.

She lies down in the small armchair and hurries me along with her eyes. Just as I go up without thinking that I should pack, my nerves consume me. I grab some clothes, makeup, the essentials, and go down with the same speed that I went up.

Then comes the next stop.

Entering Roman's apartment brings back memories, but the pressure of the trip and his words about the perfect business overwhelm me and I don't analyze anything else.

Luckily we arrived in time for the flight, there's Vanessa Reed, in a provocative red dress, this time her enviable, well-endowed backside is almost completely visible, she's perfect curves and a beautiful face.

Roman doesn't pay much attention; it's as if he's used to knowing what's hidden beneath the scant clothing, and apparently it's not as incredible as what's on the outside.

The journey is calm and peaceful; my nerves make my heart race, but the excitement relaxes it.

When we arrived, the grand"Paradise"hotel seemed to be waiting; it was as tall as Roman's condominium, and just as beautiful and luxurious.

"Welcome!" greets the reservations girl in a warmly voice.

"Oh!... I'm so sorry, Mr. Blackwood."

"What's happening?"

"What a big problem, I see there are three of you... But the reservation only covers two guests... It can't be!" the girl muttered, rolling her eyes at us.

Vanessa Reed smiles and raises an eyebrow, shrugs, and seems so satisfied that she radiates happiness.

"But don't worry, sir!... I've another room... There's only one problem... It's the only one and it's to be shared... I'm really sorry," the girl said, very distressed.

"Oh!... Perfect... Don't worry... We'll keep it, the other one will be for the secretary."

My eyes light up and I turn toward Vanessa Reed, she's fuming, her anger is obvious, she keeps digging her extravagant nails into her expensive bag, she's so upset that she turns around and looks for her room by herself.

I enter the elevator, gazing at Roman. He still has those bruises on his neck and those marks on his face; he looks like a retired boxer.

The perfect white floor tiles look like pieces of mirror perfectly arranged; the walls are so clean that it's a shame to breathe for fear of getting them dirty.

When Roman opens the door to the room we were assigned, everything is even better, a huge and beautiful bed right in the center and impeccable and tasteful decoration.

Roman holds my gaze as I unpack, he's perfectly positioned on the floor with his flirtatious eyes.

"I'll sleep in the bed!... You on the floor," I orders without excuses.

"We'll see!" he challenges me, very confidently, looking me over with unmistakable hunger.

"The meeting is at 3... We've enough time to relax."

"What do you mean, relax?"

"There's a pool... Back there... Very small... But very private... Would you like to use it?"

"No!... I don't know how to swim and I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"You don't need it... It's basically a private pool... Go on," she insists with pleading eyes.

I look at him somewhat angrily; he says nothing about last night, and neither do I. I can't deny that I'm eager to go. I cross my arms and accept.

"Okay... When are we going?"

"Now."

"What?... Now?... Why the rush, we just arrived."

"So?... It's better to follow me."

I don't object. I follow him in silence.

Very close to the exit, behind a huge door, a beautiful room with a hidden pool livens up the place. I don't know why there's absolutely no one there, just the clear and crystalline waters that intoxicate you with their beauty.

Roman stops at the edge, slowly takes off his shoes, then his shirt and pants. I thought he'd take off his underwear, but it seems he's becoming polite.

I can analyze her back under the indiscreet rays of sunlight that filter over the water and the marble statuettes; she also has tattoos there. Suddenly she throws herself into the water, her hair falls in clumps over her forehead and invites me to do the same.

"It's just that... I don't have... I'm not sure I should," I murmur, clasping my hands.

"Come on Elara... Nothing's going to happen to you."

I quickly take off my blouse, twist my hair into a perfect bun, pull down my skirt and watch him while my arms cover my bra.

I walk slowly and settle down on the purple stairs.

Gradually I feel the warm, calm water trickle down my waist; it's a delicious and very refreshing sensation.

Roman approaches slowly, swims around me a little and comes closer.

"Elara... Why are you spending time with me?"