She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 391: Shower

Alex bore Heena into the Presidential Suite, her legs trembling yet from the powerful climax they'd shared on the balcony.

As soon as the thick door latched closed behind them, the chilled, purified air and gentle illumination enveloped them like a hidden embrace.

Heena's gaze expanded in wonder at the opulent surroundings. Towering windows from floor to ceiling revealed a stunning panorama of the sparkling metropolis, with stylish contemporary furnishings, vibrant blooms, and a well-supplied bar all hinting at casual opulence.

A subtle aroma of sandalwood mingled with fresh linens permeated the space.

"God, Alex... this place is all so gorgeous," she whispered, remaining cradled in his hold, her tone laced with true awe. "I’ve never been in a spot like this before."

Grinning, he bore her directly across the lounge to the bedroom. Pushing the double doors wide, Heena let out a sharp intake of breath.

The chamber sprawled vast... ruled by a gigantic king bed swathed in spotless white sheets and fluffy cushions.

A secluded terrace linked back to their recent balcony spot, while mellow lighting bathed the room in a cozy, seductive radiance.

Its immense scale and sophistication rendered her silent for a beat.

"How amazing it’ll feel to sleep here..." she breathed out in a hazy murmur, her fingertips drawing idle loops over his shoulder.

Alex let out a low laugh, easing her down onto the bed's rim before bending close, his mouth grazing her earlobe.

"How amazing will it feel," he murmured provocatively, his voice deep and sinful, "when I claim you right on this very bed, hmm?"

Color bloomed on Heena’s face, yet a sly grin tugged at her mouth.

Boldly, her palm slid down his frame until her fingers encircled the rigid, eager bulge of his cock pressing urgently against his pants.

She delivered a deliberate, tantalizing glide.

"I’ll adore it," she confessed, nibbling her bottom lip, "but hold off a little. I want a shower first."

Playful defiance gleamed in her eyes. "And no joining me... or you’ll stop me from really washing up."

Alex chuckled lightly, delighted by her fresh audacity. "Very well, Ma’am. Go get cleaned up." He rose, grabbing the room service list from the nightstand. "Meanwhile, I’ll get us some dinner."

His words about ordering sparked a change in Heena’s look. She eyed the entrance, blending unease with humor.

"That bitch will rush over the instant she knows it’s us," she grumbled.

Alex grinned slyly, drawing near once more. He lifted her chin to lock gazes.

"Yeah, I figure she’s been pacing eagerly," he breathed, his words laced with shadowy ownership.

"But that’s on you now, not me." His thumb traced her lower lip languidly.

"When she arrives... prove I’m yours. Stand tall. Show her you handle me well. Shy away, and she’ll believe she’s still in play."

Heena's breathing stuttered under his authoritative tone. A rush surged inside her... half shame, half thrill from picturing staking her claim on him before the alluring employee.

Slowly she dipped her head, then rose onto her toes for a swift, flirty peck on his jawline.

"Okay," she replied, striding to the lavish marble bath. "But you better act right while I shower."

"I make no promises, Professor."

Alex eyed Heena's departing figure with a shadowy smirk. The former aloof and distant professor, wedded no less, now sauntered to the shower eager to offer herself up to him without hesitation.

He lifted the receiver and rang room service.

True to form, Lydia picked up immediately, her tone polished and composed, like she'd anticipated the line lighting up.

Alex grinned inwardly, bracing for the rivalry ahead.

He ordered swiftly... top menu selections plus an excellent wine... then ended the connection promptly.

His eyes flicked to the refined timepiece by the bed.

"Plenty of time..." he murmured to the empty room, a sly smile curving his mouth.

This hotel wasn't picked by chance. That afternoon, Viktor had relayed a secure note... covert details on key figures he'd soon encounter.

Vital contacts. And purely by luck, Howard had reserved this very spot for his escape with Siobhan.

Alex merely chose to observe them nearby before the true contest ignited.

Slowly he stripped, shedding his shirt and pants, his cock lingering semi-erect from their prior fun.

Briefly, he pondered trailing her to the opulent marble shower... envisioning pinning her to the slick walls and ravishing her beneath the hot cascade.

The urge burned fiercely.

Yet he held back. Not quite yet.

"Since she’s so fond of this bed... let’s have her here," he mused with a devilish leer.

With a soft laugh, he headed to the secondary bathroom... a stylish, contemporary shower connected to the suite’s dressing room.

Scorching and forceful water burst forth as he stepped beneath the jets, allowing it to pour over his muscular frame while his mind mulled over the details Viktor had revealed.

Leisurely, he soaped himself up, mist swirling around him.

His mind wandered to the lady bathing in the primary bathroom and the pair in the neighboring room, clueless about the imminent crash of their lives.

***

In the service zone below, Lydia's eyes sparkled the instant she got the Presidential Suite order. A gradual, pleased grin crossed her face. This was the moment she'd anticipated.

She relayed the specifics swiftly to the kitchen, then faced two young staffers lingering nearby.

"Presidential Suite order is ready. Call me the second it’s plated and the cart is prepared,"

she said, her voice sharp with excitement. "I’ll deliver it personally."

No time wasted, she entered the staff changing room, unlocked her locker, and retrieved a little kit she'd readied beforehand... fresh makeup for a touch-up, a snugger blouse undone one extra button past regs, and a faint yet luxurious perfume saved for choice occasions.

She primped rapidly, inspecting her mirror image with a sharp gaze.

’Let’s see how long that older woman can hold his attention,’ she thought smugly.