The Devil's Mistress

~Chapter 4~

Midnight came too fast for my liking, but Derrick hadn't. He'd gone five impressive hours before his human body finally gave out, begging for sleep, and I'd been kind enough to reward him with it. Outside, clouds hung like tattered gray curtains, framing an inky indigo sky. The world beyond this luxury suite was cold and dark, contrasting against the warm glow of my hotel room. I listened to the ticking of the old fashioned alarm clock and the near silent breaths of Derrick each time he exhaled into the pillow pressed against half of his gorgeous face.

11:59... One whole minute until midnight, until the alarm went off and sent Derrick back to his own hotel room. Imagined him unlocking the door to his own suite and stepping inside, his suit perfectly in order, briefcase in hand. His girlfriend would be sitting there in one of those cozy lounge chairs, no doubt, waiting on him with a book in her hand. "Rough night at the office?" She'd ask, coming over to kiss him. He'd smile and return her kiss with a response only he and myself knew the true meaning of. "Very rough."

Whether he ended up liking it or not, Derrick and I now shared a secret. I wanted him to remember that each and every time he was with his girlfriend. Each time they kissed, each time they shared an "I love you", I wanted him to remember tonight.

12:00. The alarm went off and Derrick groaned, burying himself under the heaps of pillows and blankets covering our naked bodies. "Turn it off", he murmured, his accent muffled. Instead, I did the complete opposite and watched him struggle out of bed and shut off the noise himself. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you... the alarm was too loud" I purred in my usual raspy tone, shamelessly admiring his body as he stood in front of me, arms crossed. "You're a little brat, you know that?" The grin occupying his lips told me he enjoyed it.

"I'll be late if I don't get a move on..." It'd taken Derrick twenty minutes to search for his clothing and put it all back on, and I'd enjoyed watching every minute of his struggle. Not once did I leave the bed to help him. He was a big boy he could do it himself. "Perhaps the two of us could have a drink together sometime. My offer still stands." His smile was irresistible, and at age twenty-one, held the essence of his youth. "Perhaps we could..." We shared one last kiss. "I'll find you here, Miss Pierce." Little did he know how wrong he was. He wouldn't find me here. He wouldn't find me anywhere; but he'd ruin the rest of his life trying. At this time next year, he'd be single, alone and jobless, living off of his earnings. Maybe then, I'd drop in for one night just to taunt him. Id have achieved a new success; breaking a perfect man.

I watched as he curled his digits around the handle of his briefcase and silently headed for the door. I wanted to remember him like that.; sophisticated and rich. He opened the door to my suite, stepped out into the hallway, then closed the door behind him. Leaving me all alone in the dark of the night with only the pitter-patter of the rain and the ticking of the clock to fill the silence.