Tainted Desires | 18+

18 - Hotel Room

Terrence Toussaint

Standing behind Mirabelle as she fumbled with the key to unlock the door to her hotel room, so many thoughts were racing through my mind as I watched her adorable behaviour. Her lips had pouted, and her brows had also knitted. I could tell that she was seconds away from whining about how the key wasn't going in.

I gently pried her fingers off the key to unlock the door. Mirabelle stood to the side, leaning against the wall as I unlocked the door. Once I opened the door wide enough for her to pass, she muttered some words under her breath, but I couldn't piece them together. As I followed her into the room, it felt like I was entering the lion's den.

Why did I follow her in here? My room was on the other side of the hallway, but here I was, locking the door behind me. As soon as the door's lock clicked, Mirabelle turned to me, and her lips parted as if she wanted to say something.

Then, she shut her mouth close and sighed. "You shouldn't have had that much to drink, Mirabelle." I walked up to her, causing her neck to crane up so she could look at me.

"I don't need you to look after me," She scoffed and turned around in annoyance, then began taking off her shoes, stumbling a little in the process.

On instinct, I wrapped my arm around her to stop her from falling. She looked at the arm around her, then at me as if wondering why I was holding her. She pushed me off her and dragged her feet towards the bed.

"What are you doing in my room?" She asked as she sat on the bed.

"You're my employee. It's my job to make sure everyone is safe," I blurted out some sort of lie. However, the lie wasn't to convince her why I was there. It was to convince myself.

She laughed dryly. "You do this for all your employees?" Her eyes narrowed and bore into mine as she waited for a response.

I stuffed my hands into my pocket as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. I wanted to say something, but nothing was forming in my mind. I could sense that she wasn't buying my excuse, and deep down, I knew I couldn't fool myself either.

When I didn't respond, she rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed, but she sat back almost immediately. "I'm going to take a shower," I nodded, but neither of us attempted to move.

Her fingers began moving to the buttons of her shirt. Very slowly. Her eyes were locked on mine as I struggled to make sense of what was going on. All I knew was that the room was getting hot, my pants were getting tighter and Mirabelle looked very ready to be fucked by me.

However, I couldn't do that. She was drunk, and I couldn't take advantage of her. Even if she were to be sober, we didn't have that kind of relationship where I should be thinking about fucking her brains out.

I finally turned to take my leave away from the room because any minute more, I was going to burst into my pants from the way Mirabelle was looking and how slowly her fingers were working their way on her shirt.

"Terrence," I stopped from taking any step forward as she called out my name.

I started hearing shuffles in the back, so I turned around again to see what she was doing. She moved to stand before me, and I used the chance to admire her face. The delicate hues of rose gold on her eyelids seemed to complement her radiant complexion flawlessly and the pink tint on her cheeks. It was as if her face held the secrets of a thousand stories, waiting to be unraveled.

Her brown eyes sparkled drawing me in with their mesmerizing beauty. I realized her eyes were almost taken over by how dilated her pupils were getting. But with the light reflecting on her face at the most perfect angle, it felt like I was being sunk into the depth of her eyes.