?Get. Up.? The clipped tone of the man?s voice was heavy with frustration and annoyance as though he?d been repeating the words over and over again to deaf ears.
Zelenia was laid out on the marble floor of the entryway to the penthouse and finally stretched outwardly like a waking cat, feeling the muscles in every limb pull and tug against her bones. The sound she made suggested she was still half asleep. ?Mmm, five more minutes,? a rumbling groan issued a false promise against her lips.
His hand wrapped around one of her arms and lifted her upwards as though gravity had no effect on her weight, leaving her on her feet to wobble and sway like a rag doll. ?What are you even doing -- **** Zel, you smell like ****.? Informing her as he caught a whiff while she stood before him.
His words slid off her skin like oil against water and she was quick to quip back at him, ?It?s champagne. Your fake titty sluts can bathe in the same as long as they?re wearing pasties and in an oversized cocktail glass, but not me?? The bright shade of her too red mouth formed a smile, it was all that could be seen on her face due to the wild splay of dark hair on her head.
?They can bathe in acid for all I care as long as they come out smelling like Spring time mist, Chanel or some other ridiculous feminine scent. How did you even get past the doorman, or more importantly: What do you want??
?Shower?? A simple request, even quiet and demure in her voice as a subdued hue of amber looked out to him through the haphazard mane of her hair. ?What do you want?? From demure to husky bedroom tones, she reached out to the exposed skin of his chest, half to play the sultry vixen part and half to steady herself.
?I want a big breasted brunette to snort coke off my dick before she sucks me dry,? he could always shoot off a request for such a question at the drop of a hat and before Zelenia could agree or protest, he hooked one arm around her shoulders to pull her backwards over his threshold.
?You?ve got hot water, right?? Not that she was putting up any fight to push away and refute the entrance into the penthouse.
?I?ve even got enough hot water to scrub that smell off of you. Come on Zel, we?ll get you cleaned up.? The door locked behind them as he drew her further into the posh apartment.
?You know just how to treat a girl Ryan.?
