She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 393: Room Service(2)

"Hello," Alex greeted, his lips curving into a subtle, perceptive smile, as though he could peer into every naughty idea racing through her thoughts.

Lydia’s face turned red in an instant. She pulled herself together fast, slipping her professional facade back on. ’Don’t freak out. Don’t gawk. Acting needy will get you kicked out right away.’

She adjusted her stance, angling her head in a graceful, yielding pose.

"Good evening, sir," she said evenly, her tone cordial and deferential even with her heart pounding. "Your room service is here. Can I wheel it in and prepare everything for you?"

A strategic inner voice dominated her thoughts:

’Keep cool. Play submissive. Watch them closely first—their vibe, his preferences, her actions. Then shape yourself into precisely what he desires. That’s when he’ll have to pay attention to you.’

Her face stayed impeccably courteous as her brain buzzed with options.

Alex examined her intently, spotting the anxious blush on her cheeks, the faint shake in her hands, and how her skin had gone a gentle rose shade.

His eyes drifted down gradually to her neat white blouse. With the first two buttons open, the gentle rise of her breasts showed faintly through the parted neckline.

A gradual, playful grin spread across his mouth.

"You’ve really dressed to impress, haven’t you?" he joked, his gaze shifting pointedly from her chest to her eyes.

A wave of warmth hit Lydia, yet she held his stare. She mirrored him with her own slight, aware smile.

"It’s our job to cater to our top guests and make them feel right at home, sir," she responded fluidly, her words polite with just a whisper of allure.

Alex’s grin widened, obviously delighted. He moved out of the way and waved casually toward the suite’s interior.

"Come in."

Lydia had started pushing the fancy silver cart ahead when a gentle, womanly voice drifted from behind him.

"Who is it, baby?"

Heena stepped into the doorway. She wore the hotel’s fluffy white bathrobe, tied loosely around her middle, the plunging neckline exposing the smooth arc of her breasts and a seductive hint of cleavage.

Her wet hair tumbled over one shoulder, her complexion still radiant from the soak.

She moved right up without pause and encircled Alex from behind, molding her form to his back in a deliberate, claiming embrace.

Alex sensed plainly the plush, full press of her breasts on his exposed skin as Heena pressed them lightly against him, the robe’s flimsy material barely concealing the close touch.

Alex grinned, obviously savoring it.

"You took your time," he remarked, his voice affectionate and playful. "Dinner’s arrived."

Heena’s gaze locked with Lydia’s over the brief space. She picked up on the change in the elder woman right away. That earlier timidity had vanished.

Now, Heena’s limbs clung territorially to the guy Lydia had been dreaming of, her robe scarcely holding in her lush figure as she molded against Alex’s shirtless back.

All the while, Alex remained partly undressed and utterly relaxed, plainly relishing the show.

Lydia’s courteous smile wavered briefly as envy surged fierce and biting in her heart. ’Look at her... behaving like she possesses him.’

Seeing Heena’s frame so snug against Alex’s naked back knotted her gut. ’How can this lady... this ordinary teacher... just stand there boldly taking what Lydia craved so badly?’

Yet she regained control swiftly, pasting a friendly, courteous smile on as she spoke to the elder lady.

"Good evening, madam," Lydia stated evenly, her tone courteous and amiable. "I hope you’re having a wonderful evening so far."

Heena stayed silent at first. She just clutched Alex closer, her hands lingering territorially on his chest, as if wordlessly meeting the hidden rivalry in Lydia’s look.

Heena gave a brief, refined nod back, her arms still casually around Alex’s body. "Thank you. It’s been... very enjoyable."

Alex peeked back at Heena, then at Lydia, his sly expression growing more entertained by the tense quiet.

Lydia gulped, clutching the cart’s handle harder than needed.

"Should I prepare the table for you... ma’am?" she inquired, her voice even but gentler now.

Heena angled her head a bit, still embracing Alex from the rear. Her words emerged steady and poised, with a subtle command.

"Please set it all up on the dining table by the window," she instructed calmly. "We want to take in the city lights while dining."

Lydia dipped her head courteously. "Certainly, ma’am."

She rolled the silver cart over to the huge floor-to-ceiling panes, where the city’s sparkling lights stretched out below like an ocean of stars.

As Lydia busied herself with laying the table, Alex cast a devilish gleam toward Heena. Wordlessly, he seized her hand and drew her softly into the bedroom, leaving Lydia to handle her chores.

They had just stepped past the doorway into the lavish bedroom when Alex sealed the double doors shut behind them with a faint click.

Before Heena could even respond, he whirled around, gripped her waist, and tossed her playfully onto the enormous king-sized bed.

A startled chuckle burst from her lips as she rebounded gently on the soft mattress, her bathrobe slipping open a touch at the front.

Alex loomed at the bed's edge, gazing at her with raw, primal lust. "I don’t feel like wearing clothes yet," he whispered. In a single fluid gesture, he undid the towel wrapped around his waist and allowed it to pool on the floor.

Heena’s eyes widened.

It marked the first occasion she viewed him entirely bare under bright illumination.

His cock dangled thick and weighty amid his muscular thighs... vastly larger than any fantasy she'd harbored, despite having gripped it moments before.

That immense scale, the bulging veins, the faint quiver beneath her stare... it parched her throat and drew her thighs clamping together by pure instinct.

Slowly, she pushed herself upright on the bed, her gaze riveted inescapably.

Alex caught her response and flashed a sly smirk. "Like what you see, Professor?"