Touching Angel's Desires (18 page)

“James, don’t you have a client to attend to?” Angel said.

Dan stared at Angel. She couldn’t read his expression. James glared
at Dan, then up at Stacie, before stalking off, his face murderous. Angel
watched Dan walk back up the stairs toward Stacie. She wished Stacie had done
her a favour and left, but Angel had to watch as her man went back up to where
he’d left Stacie standing and they headed back to their room. No doubt they
would be having sex yet again.

Angel turned around to look at Bailey. She had been the one who convinced
Stacie to come back in the club. Angel advanced on the girl. She needed to find
out exactly what had happened.

She caught Bailey’s eyes and jerked her head toward the back office.
Angel closed the door behind them. “What happened to upset Stacie?”

“Basically, everywhere she turned people were having sex. She was
finding it difficult to come to terms with—I don’t think it was something she
was used to. So I advised her and told her that is what Desires is about and
that this place is all about fun in the sex world.”

Angel wished she had got to Stacie first and not Bailey. The things
she could have told that woman would have shocked her so much she’d have run
from Desires and never come back.

Chapter Six

Angel headed immediately to her room. She threw her body on the bed
trying to make sense of what had just happened with Stacie and Dan. Why had he
defended her? Did she really mean that much to him? Was he having feelings for
her? That should not be happening. Was he enjoying her more than he should be?
Everything ran around in her head at a million miles per hour. Nothing made any
sense.

Could this crap day possibly get any crappier?

It was late in the evening. Angel’s head was spinning. Was she
really losing her man to a woman who may well be stunningly sexy and attractive,
but surely nothing in bed compared to Angel. Could he really prefer Miss Prissy
over her? Maybe Dan just saw the money. Angel curled up in a ball on her bed,
horrified to feel tears leaking down her face. She wished she could ask for
someone’s opinion, blurt it all out to someone, but no one knew the situation between
her and Dan, and that’s the way it had to remain.

She lay on her bed, tossing and turning, scrubbing at the tears
trickling down her cheeks with wads of toilet paper. She’d always prided
herself on never needing a man. Men were there to be used, fucked. There was
always another one coming along. But now, all she wanted was for Dan to hold
her tight and tell her there was nothing to worry about. She wept into the
soggy tissue until her tears ran out, then sat up in bed and stared at the
opposite wall for a long time.

She was the boss. Dan was an employee. She had to stay hard and firm
and act like nothing bothered her even though inside it was destroying her.

Angel went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water,
staring in horror at the blotchy mess reflected in the mirror. She needed to
get a grip of the situation and find out exactly what was going on. Maybe she
was over-reacting. Maybe Dan’s concern for Stacie was nothing but kindness. He
was a genuinely nice man, which only added to his appeal. She sat down at the
dressing table and carefully re-applied her face, brushing her hair and
twisting it up in a fountain.

Angel headed to her office. She found the extension number for Dan’s
room and called it, her heart pounding. She heard Dan’s voice immediately.

“Dan, can you come to my office promptly, I need to talk to you
now.”

“Um, does it have to be now? I’m with Stacie.”

Angel was furious. “Yes, it has to be now. Tell Stacie you’re needed
downstairs.”

Dan hesitated and sighed before saying, “Okay.”

Angel slammed down the phone. How dare he hesitate! She sat at her
desk, sitting back in the big black leather chair, waiting for his arrival,
annoyed that she had to wait for him. She debated changing her clothes into a
business suit, wanting to be the big boss and make him feel uncomfortable. But
she wouldn’t have time if he came down immediately. She couldn’t have him
finding her mid-change.

Angel heard a knock on the door. She deliberately waited as long as
she could stand it before calling, “Come!” Her insides jumped about with
nerves. The door opened. Angel stared straight ahead, resisting the urge to
look at him.

Dan appeared in her line of vision looking baffled.

Angel sat firm, back straight. “Please take a seat,” she instructed,
her churning insides belying her stern exterior.

She watched as Dan sat opposite her on the sofa. Angel leaned back
in her chair,
steepling
her fingers and staring
directly in his eyes. His face was calm, and unworried, with a faint look of
puzzlement in his eyes, his gorgeous, deep brown, sexy eyes.
Stop it!
She needed to hold her
concentration, not forget the reason why she had brought him to her office.

“Can you explain what happened earlier?” she asked, maintaining full
eye contact.

“Stacie, you mean?”

“Don’t start, Dan. Yes, Stacie. What on earth happened?”

He shrugged. “She just found the whole sex thing got to her, seeing
it in every direction, people having sex, it just freaked her out a bit.” He
paused. Angel could see he was anxious. “And then James suggested group sex and
that was when she lost the plot. I guess it just tipped her over the edge.”

“You seem to show great concern for Stacie.”

“Yes, I was very concerned. My job with Stacie is to give her
confidence in herself sexually again. When she ran off, I had no idea what
happened and needed to understand. Things had been going extremely well, and I didn’t
want all my hard work to be ruined by James’s thoughtlessness.”

“I see. How is she doing?”

“Fine.”

“What level have you got her to?”

“Does it matter?”

“I ask the questions, Dan, not you. What level are you at with her?”
she asked. She sat forward over the desk, leaning on her elbows and resting her
chin on her entwined fingers.

“Angel, you already asked me this. She’s up to full intercourse,” he
finally answered.

It felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach. Even though
she knew it had happened, every time she heard him say it was more painful than
she ever could have imagined. “So, you have had her playing with her tits,
experiencing her clitoris, giving you a blow job and…intercourse?” she said,
trying not to let her voice betray her feelings. This was what she paid him
for, for God’s sake. It wasn’t like he was having an affair.
So why did it feel that way?

“Yes.”

“And?” she asked, not understanding why she wanted to hear the
details, but needing to know nonetheless.

“And what?”

“I assume it went well? Did she…did she enjoy it?” Her stomach
churned, threatening to spill its contents all over the desk. Her mind whirled.
Unwelcome images of Stacie and Dan together intruded—his mouth on her body, her
moans of pleasure, his cock…

“Yes, she did. What on earth is this?”

“Dan, please. I am trying to establish how well she is progressing.”
An idea struck her. Given that she had reacted so badly to James suggesting a
foursome, she might have just thought of the perfect plan to get the woman to
leave Desires for good, send her scurrying on her way. “I feel,” she began
slowly, looking at Dan to see his reaction, “that you are ready to introduce
another man into her education.”

Dan’s eyebrows rose and his mouth opened in shock. “Please, tell me
you are kidding,” he said.

“No,” she replied, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms,
suppressing the smile that threatened to crack her face. “I am perfectly
serious.”

“Did you not see what went on this evening? She isn’t ready for
that,” he said, panic lifting his voice.

“Tough, move her on,” Angel said abruptly.

“Is this about earlier when I didn’t perform for you?” he asked, shifting
position to sit on the edge of his seat. Angel could see his anger.

“Don’t be so stupid, don’t go there with that,” she told him,
annoyed with his unexpected perception.

“I’m right aren’t I? You’re pissed off with me for being able to
have sex with Stacie, but I wasn’t able to give you what you wanted, so you
want to put someone else into the mix. You want to sabotage Stacie’s progress
because you’re jealous.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that.”

Angel stared at him, his face twisted in anger. He was right, she
knew he was. She had to make this convincing. She deliberately made eye
contact.

“It has nothing to do with you being limp earlier,” she told him. Her
heart beat rapidly and she breathed evenly, doing all she could to keep a cool,
serious face. He could never know her feelings. She could never give him that
power over her. “My concern is for Stacie. You’re the first person she has had
treat her well in a while. I don’t want her to become too attached to you. It
would only hurt her in the long run when you have to part. She needs to get
used to being sexually comfortable with different men, not just you. You
wouldn’t want her to be hurt, would you, Dan?” He shook his head, just a tiny
movement. “Then take her to the next level.”

“She isn’t ready.”

“I think she is.”

“And how the hell do you know that? Are you teaching her suddenly?”

“Why are you resisting this?”

“She is my client and I have her best interests at heart.”

“She is Desires’ client, and I’m not sure you’re the best judge of
her best interests.”

They glared at each other. A knock came at the door, interrupting
the impasse.

“Enter,” Angel called out. Bailey popped her head around the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I have just seen Stacie entering the orgy
room. I thought Dan would like to know.”

“You what?” Dan said.

“Stacie has just entered the orgy room wearing a very sexy silk robe
and not much else,” Bailey repeated.

“Are you serious?” Dan asked. Bailey simply nodded. Dan jumped to
his feet and headed for the door without as so much as looking back at Angel.

After he’d left Angel leaned on her elbows on the desk, her face in
her hands. The excitement just didn’t seem to be stopping with tonight, never
had a day or evening been so damn hectic. She sat back in the chair and glanced
at the clock. It was ten thirty. She wished she could just fast forward the
next few hours and have this day end.

She sat at her desk, trying to make sense of her feelings. She had
no claim over Dan. She wasn’t his girlfriend. He worked for her. She paid him
to have sex with other women. So why did this one woman threaten her so much?
Did she even have any evidence to suggest that Stacie was becoming attached?
Was she more worried about Stacie becoming attached, or Dan? She had so many
questions, but no answers.

Angel headed back in her room and flopped on the bed. The meeting
with Dan had gone nowhere. Maybe he
was
just doing his job. That was why she’d hired him. Maybe he just wanted to make it
a good experience for Stacie. But what girl would not find Dan amazing? He was
handsome charming, intelligent, witty, made your knees weak, and he certainly knew
how to give a girl a good shag and push all the right buttons. Maybe it was
Stacie she needed to be careful of, not Dan. That idea was more palatable than
the thought that Dan was developing feelings for Stacie. At least Stacie she
could scare off with the contract.

A picture popped into her head of Dan and Stacie in the orgy room.
Why had she gone there? Just to watch? Maybe they were just having a little
play, nothing more than that. Surely she wouldn’t be ready for public sex yet.
Not knowing why she was doing it, she got up and left, heading down the
corridor toward the orgy room. On approach, Angel saw the voile of the orgy
room door floating about in a tiny breeze. One of the windows must be open a
crack. She walked slowly up to where the material hung in the doorway, trying
to see through the sheer voile. It was too dark, and the voile not sheer
enough. She moved it hesitantly to one side, trying to see in without being
spotted.

Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. She glanced
around. People were coupling everywhere. Her eyes slid over them after a brief
look at the faces. She wasn't interested. A few people were sitting and
recovering while others were still performing girl on girl action, men and women,
couples and even a group.

She saw Jason and Chrissie hard at it, Chrissie’s breasts swinging
as Jason fucked her from behind. Then her world exploded as she saw Dan, naked
and glorious, fucking Stacie hard. Stacie was wearing a red
babydoll
top, with hearts covering her boobs. Angel swallowed. She remembered buying
that outfit. It was one of the ones she’d put in the rooms for clients’ use.
She was lying on her back, her eyes closed, her hands reaching behind her to
grab handfuls of the sheet as Dan rammed into her. She screamed. Then he was
out, pulling down the tiny thong he’d evidently bypassed, burying his face
between her legs, sucking and licking her with a passion Angel hadn’t seen in
him for a while. Stacie grabbed his head, holding him close. He didn’t stop,
feasting on her until she screamed and bucked beneath him, her body juddering
again and again. Angel willed her legs to move, but they refused. She watched
as he fucked her again, hot and hard, before flipping her over to take her from
behind. He wasn't gentle, but she didn’t seem to care, taking everything he
gave her, until she cried out again. Dan wasn’t far behind, his face twisting
in ecstasy as he came. They collapsed on the mattress and Angel let the voile
fall.