Chapter 4

“Absolutely not, you just removed Lester, there may be some blowback. You need to be in lockdown.” he says slamming his hand down on my desk.

“Excuse me? Are you forgetting your place? I do not need your permission to go anywhere or do anything. I tell you what the plan is and you figure out the best way to protect me, Nicolas” I bite right back at him, understanding his point, but my burning need is overriding my common sense. “I am heading to the beach, for a few days of much needed relaxation. I have already booked my room, an adjoining room for my security, and made arrangements with hotel management for Magnus. I’m going. So you can either accept it and make sure there are no holes in security or you can keep throwing your temper tantrum.”

“My apologies Kat, I will go over all of the plans and the watch schedule with the team.” he says, with the look of a whipped puppy on his face.

“No guard posted at my door.”I say. My voice not wavering at all. How could I possibly have a “visitor” with a neckless armed security guard at my door.

“Kat, I don’t think that’s negotiable.” He states sternly as he runs his hands through his hair. “What is the big deal about one guard outside your door making sure nobody gains access to your room without being searched by them. I mean it’s not like you are planning on having company.”

I can’t help but giggle at that statement and I find myself smiling like a fool. “Who? Kat? Who are you planning on having visit? We’ve talked about making arrangements for your needs to be satisfied while you aren’t involved with anyone. I can arrange some company for you, I have a list of pre-vetted candidates.”

“Pre-vetted candidates?! How is the list organized? Hair color? Percentage of body fat? Number of tattoos? Dick size? What the fuck Nicolas? How did you even compile this list?”

“Your dad had hoped that we would hit it off and I would be able to not only keep you safe, but also keep you safe in that respect. But clearly we don’t seem to hit it off that way.” He said with a reddening face. Not sure if it’s from anger or embarrassment.

“Are you even attracted to me? Wait, nevermind.” I am now completely flustered.

Ryan walks into the room to ask what I’d like to have for dinner and unfortunately hears the tail end of our conversation. “I volunteer as tribute!” He says walking into the room in his sweatpants, wife beater, and his Kiss the Cook apron I bought him for his birthday.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him, not really wanting an answer.

“You need someone to fuck you, right? I volunteer. We flirt all the time so I know you are attracted to me and damn,” he absentmindedly rubs the front of his apron,”you can obviously tell the feeling is mutual. No strings, I won’t ask for a raise, I’ll sign something saying it was my idea so I can’t come after you for sexual harassment, and I already live here so I’m convenient. Had a STD panel done last month and was completely clean, I can email you the results, and I always wear condoms.”

“Please email me those test results and I’ll have Oscar draw up some paperwork.” Nicolas chimes in.

“Wait, what? I didn’t agree to this.” I say completely flustered as these two neanderthals plan out my sexlife.

“Kat, seriously, I have great stamina, I’m above average in size and thickness, I eat pussy like it’s my job. I’ve never had a unsatisfied partner. You wouldn’t even have to blow me or anything, it will be all about you, I know exactly what you need.”Ryan continues as if he is trying to sell me a used car. Telling me all the details and benefits.

“I do appreciate that you are both so committed to making sure my sexual needs are satisfied, but I think I’ve got it covered at the moment” I can’t help but notice the disappointment on Ryan’s face. But seriously did they expect to just strip down and go for it?

“So we are right back to the discussion of the guard posted at your door and your refusal to share details of your proposed visitor is not making this easy. I’m assuming the visit was for sex that’s why the other options were offered. How long have you known this person?” The aggravation in Nicolas’ voice adding to my own.

“I have known him a long time, he has no connections in the city or to any of the major families, and we will leave it at that. Ryan, if this ends up being a disaster, I will be having you serve me waffles naked. Sound like a deal?” With a huge smile on his face he grabs my hand and kisses the back of it, and bounds back to the kitchen to start prepping the veggies for dinner.

“I am willing to compromise a bit Nicolas. How about I keep Magnus with me and he can check out my company? And I will have both my gun and my knife with me.” I stand firm on this plan, “agreed?”

Totally pissed off, Nicolas runs his hands through his hair. “Fucking Kat, you are going to be the death of me. Fine, but keep the panic button on you.” My panic button is actually a beautiful necklace that my father had made for me with a security button in it. One quick press and one long press and my security team comes running. Two fast presses and it activates the GPS tracker, one long press deactivates it, but that alerts Nicolas.

“Fine!” I shriek, “if that’s what it will take for me to get some privacy, and some company, I’ll do it.” Furious with my sex life being handled like a car’s oil change, I go back to my room to pack some things.

I’m hoping to not need a ton of clothes, but I should be prepared just in case. Fortunately since we are so close, I know the kinds of things he likes. He loves soft fabrics, I think he’s commented before about certain soft fabrics feeling delicious. I remember giggling as that didn’t really fit with his usual descriptors. So I pack my incredibly soft wireless bras, and panties made of this incredibly soft “whipped” fabric. I pack a few pair of buttery soft leggings, tank tops and t-shirts. I try hard to not wear things that don’t feel amazing on my skin, unless I have to. But just in case we decide to go out, I pack a casual outfit with jeans, and an amazing curve hugging dress that will have his jaw on the floor. I throw in some more things, my robe, comfy shorts, my toiletries and make up.

Nicolas has us set up to go in our two armored SUVs, I prefer the limo, but safety first I guess. The driver, James, and the head of my security team Kurt are noticeably annoyed when I let them know we need to stop at La Perla on the way. “Ma’am, this stop has not been cleared by Nicolas and I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

“Are you refusing a direct request from the person who pays you? I can fire you, and make sure the only security gig you can get is at the mall. I said La Perla, I will be 30 minutes max, both you and Magnus can accompany me. Are we clear? Do we have anything else we need to discuss?” The venom in my voice leaving no room for misunderstanding.

“Understood ma’am” he says as he keys his coms and says something I don’t hear. Minutes later his coms beep, “Go for Kurt, understood.” Next thing I hear is, “all call signs, Lioness making a stop, location secure, bring up Magnus”

“What do you mean location secured?” I ask, feeling my blood pressure surge.

“Nicolas has contacted La Perla, had them close to the public, and had the location swept for any dangers, Ma’am” his monotone voice raising my blood pressure further.

“Ugh! Really? Dammit Nicolas. And Kurt, call me ma’am one more time and you are fired.” The anger in my voice is reflected in Kurt’s pale face.

Trying to focus on the task at hand, I try to shake off the anger and frustration coursing through my veins.

“How may I help you?” the gorgeous salesperson practically sings.

“I’ll handle this special guest personally, you can go home for the day” the store manager states in a smooth and smoky tone that makes me think of whiskey. “You are absolutely stunning, we do have many beautiful things here, but you outshine them all. How can I be of assistance?”

“I need to freshen up my lingerie drawer, I need a few new bras, preferably lace or sheer, same with panties and thongs. I’d love a new corset, and definitely need a few new pair of stockings. Anything else new or exciting that you think I would like?” His eyes growing wider and wider as I explained my needs. “I like to keep the color palette simple, pink, blue, black, purple. No prints. No white, no fabric that doesn’t feel like heaven on my skin.”

After the longest 30 minutes of my life and more ass kissing than one person should ever experience, I left with 4 bags. Considering how tiny each item is, that’s a lot of lingerie. Magnus and I hop back in the car and I give him a treat and a really good belly rub for being so patient while I shopped.

We arrive at the hotel after what feels like forever. I’m guessing the nerves and excitement of knowing that I’m going to be seeing Warren, has me pretty wound up. I’m hoping he is just as excited.  I wait in the car while my security team handles my check-in, the hotel floor is swept, a path is cleared for my arrival, and all of my luggage and shopping is brought up to my suite. All of the fuss being made about my arrival has attracted the attention of guests and passersby, everyone craning their neck hoping to see a celebrity. Not J-Lo people, just little ole me, I think to myself while I mercilessly chew my bottom lip. I’m ripped out of my daydream when Kurt opens the back door offering me his hand to help me out. Magnus by his side til my feet hit the ground, he rotates 180 degrees so he is now sitting to my right looking up and waiting for a command. “отправлять (forward)” I tell him, and we are on the move. In a swift procession that would make the secret service proud, we arrive at my suite.

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My entire body buzzing in anticipation of my “visit” as I move around the beautiful bedroom area. The bedroom is open and airy, with floor to ceiling sliding glass doors dominating an entire wall, which lead out to a beautiful balcony overlooking the ocean. I’m instantly calmed and merserized by rhythmic waves. I start wondering when he will be coming for a visit, and as if by magic, my phone dings. Smiley face. Followed by “free?”, before I can even respond my phone is ringing.

“Wow, someone is eager, you’ve been thinking about me haven’t you?” I purr.

“Well yes, but probably in a different way than whoever’s call you were expecting. Kat? It’s Nicolas. Why haven’t you checked in. Our agreement included specific check ins, and you’ve already missed the first one” his tone angry and almost parental.

“Sorry Daddy” the words sliding out intentionally slow with a pouty tone.

All I hear on the phone is his rough breathing and a growl in his throat as he says, “Kat, be careful, do not push me. You may not like the outcome” After a minute his breathing smooths out and he seems to have himself under control. “Seriously Kat, this is a terrible time for you to be out in the open, you know how seriously I take your safety. Please don’t miss your next check in, after dinner. You can just send a text. Do you remember the code we went over last night? You can do your check in on our group message so you don’t have to check in separately with your security team. Now repeat the code to me….. please”

“Easy, red heart-I’m good, yellow heart-send in Magnus, because I’m uncomfortable, grey heart- I think something is wrong, security team to enter, and I will be armed, black heart-visual confirmation of a problem.” I rattle them off proudly. “But I need to add one, green heart-my visit is going well, disregard any noises.”

“Very funny Kat! And as agreed upon, Magus will be with you for your guest’s arrival, and your visitor will be escorted out if Magnus does not clear him” then clearing his throat. That really sounded like an order, I’m going to have to have a sit down with Nicolas when I get home. No need to rile him up now.

“Ok, ok, can you please let me go so I can enjoy the tranquility of my beautiful suite before you ruin my mood” trying not to sound too surly. He really could make this little trip a disaster if he wanted to. Taking the hint, he lets me off the call.

My phone rings again right after I hang up. “Hello?” I ask, because once again I answer before looking at the screen.

“You playing hard to get Kitty Kat?” Those words instantly causing heat to pool in my core.

“Who me? Hard to get? No way. I’m just lounging here in my posh beachfront suite waiting to find out if this hot guy is gonna come visit me.” Oh how I enjoy baiting him.

“Hot guy, huh?” He asks. “Are you actually admitting that you think I’m hot?”

“No, I was talking about this random guy I met at the gym. Damn was he hot. Great chest, abs for days, 2 full sleeves, all he’s missing is a thigh piece, I think. I have to take in the whole canvas before I can be 100% sure of what he’s missing” dead silence from the other end of the conversation. “Of course I’m talking about you!”