She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 395: Dinner With The Monster(2)

"It’s my pleasure, sir," Lydia replied, her tone now carrying a subtle huskiness. "I hope my service... has met your approval."

Alex's grin intensified. Abruptly, his fingers crept upward, easing apart the sheer pink lace of her panties. The instant his fingertips grazed her damp, tender folds, Lydia's breath hitched violently.

A moan nearly escaped her lips, yet she clapped a hand over her mouth at the last second, stifling it.

Her gaze flicked anxiously to Heena, fearing detection.

Yet Heena remained utterly immersed in bliss... relishing yet another morsel of the luxurious foie gras, lids drooping in delight while she admired the sparkling cityscape.

At present, she stayed deliciously oblivious.

Abruptly, Heena swiveled her head and stared right at Lydia.

Lydia's pulse leaped. She hastily regained her poise, grasping the wine bottle with hands that shook faintly.

"Pour some for me too," Heena instructed evenly.

Lydia dipped her head and bent forward to top up Heena’s glass. Heena raised it for a deep, lingering swallow, draining half in a single motion.

"What is your name, girl?" Alex inquired nonchalantly, his tone utterly at ease. His finger lingered amid Lydia’s slick folds, languidly exploring her moisture without rush.

Lydia gulped, struggling to even her breaths. "Lydia... Lydia Alveris, sir."

Now both their gazes fixed upon her... Alex’s filled with playful hunger, Heena’s serene yet observant.

"So, Ms. Lydia," Alex pressed on, his finger continuing its soft caress at her most intimate place, "who is in 801? The other Presidential Suite? Do you know anything about it?"

Lydia's thoughts whirled. She fought to hold her voice firm despite the fiery pulses racing through her from his caress. "801...? I... I’m truly sorry, sir. I don’t know much about it. I only heard my aunt was handling preparations for that guest herself."

"Who is your aunt?" Alex probed, his hand unmoving.

"She is the manager of this hotel, sir."

Alex inclined his head thoughtfully, at last pulling his fingers free from her thighs. He cleaned them subtly on his bathrobe and offered a faint, authoritative smile.

"Alright. Go and find out if 801 is still empty... or if they’ve already arrived."

Lydia lingered a moment, legs squeezed tight, her form thrumming from his touch. She offered a brief, deferential bow.

"Yes, sir. I’ll check right away."

She exited the Presidential Suite, sealing the majestic double doors with a gentle thud.

Once solitary in the hushed corridor, exhilaration flooded her veins.

’Finally... I got him.’

A radiant, victorious grin spread over her features. She braced against the wall briefly, pulse thundering.

She recalled her earlier jitters, certain a man like Alex would overlook her entirely. For an instant, she’d questioned her allure, pondered if her appeal had faded. Yet that insecurity now seemed absurd.

"My charm hasn’t diminished one bit," she mused with smug delight.

Lydia glanced at her skirt, scandalously brief and alluring.

Her palms glided softly along her curves, a faint, appreciative smile curving her mouth.

’Thank you,’ she mouthed wordlessly to it. ’You performed perfectly tonight.’

She clenched her thighs, nipping her lip as renewed warmth surged through her center. ’He wants me. He truly desires me.’

The joy swelling within nearly overwhelmed her. For the first time, the mature woman in the bathrobe posed no real danger. She seemed merely a hurdle Lydia itched to leap.

Yet her focus turned to Alex’s surprising query.

’Who is in 801? The other Presidential Suite.’

Her aunt had behaved oddly secretive regarding that reservation all night... overseeing setups alone and barring others. Such conduct was unusual.

Determination sharpened Lydia’s stare as she strode swiftly to the service elevator.

’That bitch thinks she can keep secrets from me?’ She grinned inwardly. ’If I seek the truth, nothing remains concealed.’

She yearned to demonstrate her value to Alex. She aimed to reveal her usefulness... her ingenuity, tact, and eagerness to exceed expectations.

Delivering the intel he sought might earn his gaze like Heena’s... or surpass it.

Energized afresh, Lydia entered the elevator and hit the button for the executive level. As the doors closed, she murmured to herself with a bold smile,

"Just wait, sir... I’ll uncover everything you desire."

***

Alex and Heena sat alone once more.

Heena kept eyeing the door Lydia had vanished through, a faint, confused crease on her brow. The girl had departed with clear buoyancy.

"Who are these people in 801, Alex?" she murmured gently, facing him. "Someone important?"

Alex swiveled to face her, amusement glowing warmly in his eyes. He extended his hand, softly running a finger across her cheek.

"Important?" he repeated softly, his tone playful and hushed. "Not nearly as much as you are."

A shy smile lit up Heena's face at his witty reply, her cheeks flushing delicately. Yet Alex pressed on. His palm glided downward, caressing the side of her neck before reaching the tie of her loosely fastened bathrobe.

"Have you eaten your fill?" he inquired, his voice casually misleading.

She nodded, breath still coming in short gasps. "Yes... but you haven't," she answered, eyeing his almost untouched plate.

His lips twisted into a shadowy grin. "Since my real meal is just beginning."

In a fluid pull, he yanked the bathrobe's sash. The tie unraveled without resistance, the soft material cascading from her shoulders to gather at her waist, exposing her bare upper body entirely.

Heena let out a faint gasp, her eyes fluttering shut on reflex as the chill air brushed her skin. Her pulse raced while she awaited the warmth of his touch or lips against her.

Yet no contact followed.

Puzzled, she peeked her eyes open once more.

Alex leisurely poured more of the rich crimson wine into his glass. Raising it, he angled it just so, letting a slender ribbon of wine flow straight onto her breasts.

The chilled wine splashed across her hardened nipples, streaming down the gentle swells of her bosom in sparkling paths.

Heena trembled fiercely from the abrupt feeling, a hushed moan slipping from her mouth.

Dark pleasure filled Alex's gaze as he observed the vivid red wine dripping over Heena's breasts, shimmering on her stiff nipples and tracing glossy lines down her tender contours.

Saying nothing, he bent forward. His tongue followed a languid, purposeful trail from the base of her breast to the top, lapping up the cold wine blended with her heated flesh.

He lingered, relishing each bit, his mouth enveloping one tender nipple with a soft suck before shifting to its twin.

"Anhmm." Heena's gasp broke free, her spine curving naturally as a fragile moan spilled out. Her fingers clutched his shoulder tightly, nails pressing in while waves of delight surged through her.

At last, he drew away, his lips tinged lightly red. Meeting her gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, he whispered huskily, his voice thick with desire,

"Delicious."