She smiles at my remark, showing off bright white teeth set behind the most glorious, lush pink lips. I can’t wait to see them wrapped around my dick.
“I hear you’ve been here before.” A tiny smile falls across her lips as she looks up at me through thick, dark lashes.
“I’ve explored a couple of the clubs around the world and was here for the opening. Now that was a party,” I say, except for the nightmare that happened with Alex’s brother, which none of the staff knew about.
“It most certainly was,” she says with a smile.
“As you know, but I will explain anyway, the island runs the same way as the city clubs, except for a few differences.” I watch, mesmerized by her hips as she walks back inside the villa, her perfectly ripe ass filling out the navy shorts to perfection. They stretch even more as she bends over to pick up a tablet from the table. “On this tablet you can order all your meals and drinks.” Turning the glowing device around for me to see, she points to the food icon. “We have the standard menu, but our chefs are here to cater to you. So, if you want something specific, they are only too happy to prepare it for you, any time of the day or night.” Her finger moves to the next icon titled ‘Toys.’ “This is where you order your toys for solo or play with a partner.”
“I’m hoping I’m all she will need.” Yeah, that’s me. I am reduced to cracking lame jokes.
“Toys are not a substitute … they are an enhancement.” Sierra’s eyes meet my own. Heat is now swirling behind the blue pools.
Yes. I’m down for toys if she’s going to look at me like that.
“Anything you can think of we have available.” Her finger then slides to the next icon with the makeup icon. “This is where you will find massage and beauty services.”
“Hopefully, I’m handsome enough that I don’t need beauty services.”
Stop with the lame jokes, Alistair.
What the hell are you doing?You’re acting like a fool.
Jet lag is messing with my mind.
Sierra giggles. “You most certainly don’t need any of them. But I am pretty sure you will be interested in the massage services we have available … sexual and non-sexual.” The flirtation flows through her words. “We have amazing masseuses who are happy to perform happy endings should you so desire.” Her blue eyes look me up and down.
“But do you?” The question is out before I realize what I have asked.
“Yes, if you wish. I am a trained masseuse.” Filing that little bit of information away for later, I smile. “Now this one …” she points to the lip icon on the tablet, “… this one allows you to order any fantasy you so desire.”
Sexual tension has entered the building, and it swirls around us like a tornado.
Feeling intrigued, I question her, “Anything?”
“Yes, anything.” Her glossy pink lips pop over the word, insinuating so much without saying a thing, but then she adds, “Within reason, of course.”
Yep, I bet there’s a load of creeps ordering weird shit if absolutely anything was on the menu.
“The most requested fantasy by men is multiple women.” Sierra raises a brow at me.
Is she testing me?
Teasing me?
Tempting me?
Does she want me to pick this one?
I mean, I am a male. Any straight male would fantasize about a group of beautiful women having their way with him.
“There’s a drop-down menu for each of them.” She starts pointing out the many fantasy options available at my fingertips at any time of the night or day. “Everything is included in your stay … food, alcohol, day trips to fantasies. You can use as little or as much as you want.”
There are so many possibilities that it’s hard to pick where to start.
“The island also runs like any other resort where you have access to housekeeping, front desk, concierge, etc.” Sierra moves away from the tablet and folds her hands in front of her.
I’m guessing the tour is over.