CHAPTER 13
Scarlett
Much to Lonette’s and Raven’s annoyance, I’d taken great pleasure in dragging them through various museums throughout the day. I’d genuinely enjoyed the exhibits, artwork, science, and history—but I’d almost enjoyed their petulant boredom even more.
I’d gotten fed up with the constant partying, drinking, and mindless shopping. And I especially didn’t like the drunken rich guys who expected me to jump into bed with them.
Raven and Lonette, on the other hand, had enjoyed the attention, and had both had a precession of one-night stands with various sleazy men—much to Travis’s annoyance, as his flawless security perimeter had been breached. He would often sleep on an armchair outside of my room when Raven and Lonette were ‘entertaining’ in their respective suites.
The guys mainly ignored Travis, as they only had one thing on their minds. Travis tolerated them, but watched them carefully. I doubted he would think twice about swatting them like flies if they even hinted at causing any sort of trouble. I’d half hoped that one of them would give him an excuse to do just that; the thought of him showing his strength and dominance made me hot just thinking about it.
Unfortunately, none of the guys were that stupid.
As I was getting ready for our outing to the expensive restaurant I’d booked for the evening, I was partially getting ready for Travis. I wanted to flaunt myself in front of him and see if I could get away with some flirting, even if just for a few glorious moments.
All three of us were getting ready in my room, with Raven and Lonette seemingly forgiving the ‘boring’ day I’d put them through as they chatted away about their various conquests and exploits from the previous week.
I was only half-listening as I curled my hair, catching small pieces of their conversation.
“...not very good. Didn’t know what he was doing. His dick was massive, though. So that sort of made up for it,” Raven was saying, regaling Lonette with sordid details of her most recent encounter. “See, look!”
I turned around to see Lonette staring with fascination at Raven’s phone screen. “Scarlett, you gotta see this!” she said.
“No, thanks.” I turned back to the mirror and resumed curling my hair.
“You’re so frigid, you boring old lady,” Raven said. “I bet you got turned on by those statues earlier though, right?” She laughed condescendingly.
“Those museums were so boring,” Lonette chimed in. “There’s still quite a few shops I want to see though. We coulda had a look around those.”
I bit my tongue, thinking that if I had to traipse around another ridiculously expensive department store or boutique, I would murder them both. Or maybe persuade Travis to do it for me…
“Look, I’m sorry I had to drag your uncultured asses to see something interesting of actual historic value. I was wrong in thinking you might enjoy it,” I sighed, my voice sounding harsher than I meant to it.
“Whatever. It’s just not our thing,” Raven said.
I thought of Travis’s advice to essentially just tell them to fuck off.
Apparently, things were simple when you were Travis James, but that made sense, considering his size. I personally didn't think I’d get away with his solution, but it was definitely tempting.
“Oh, look at this,” Lonette said. “The guy I met the other night, you know, the one with the yacht?”
“Oh yeah, Mr. Grabby,” Raven said, absently.
“That’s the one. He’s having a party tomorrow on his yacht. Says if we’re lucky, he’ll take us wherever we want.”
“You mean if you let him fuck you again, then he’ll take us wherever we want,” Raven said sourly.
Just listening to them, I already dreaded the thought of being stuck on yacht for weeks on end with people like Raven and Lonette.
But being bunked up with Travis for a week, however…
My knees felt weak at the thought of what we could get up to in a week together, but I still didn’t know if he was interested in me like that.
Better to approach him on my terms, here in the hotel, I thought. Or maybe in Prague….
“I think I’ll give that a pass,” I said. “You two go ahead though, if you want.”
I glanced back at them. To my frustration, they weren’t remotely ready yet. I was nearly ready, while they were still applying their makeup, and sitting in their expensive underwear. Perhaps if they didn’t spend so much time drinking, arguing, chatting, and staring at their fucking phones…
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a sleek navy-blue dress with a revealing neckline. A dainty silver necklace with a blue sapphire pendant hung down just above my cleavage, my curled hair cascaded in big locks down my shoulders, and I wore sapphire blue earrings that matched the color of my dress and necklace.
Raven got up to refill her champagne glass. “Fucking hell, Scarlett. You look stunning!” She gaped at me, unashamed. “Looking to finally get laid tonight, are you?”
“No, I don’t fuck random sleazy guys I meet without knowing their names,” I retorted. “Just get ready so we can go and eat. I’m starving!”
I left the room, hoping it would inspire them to hurry and finish getting ready. On the bright side, at least with them taking so long, I could spend some time with Travis.
I found him pacing near the entrance, obviously as frustrated as I was with the tardiness. I was amazed to see him wearing a suit—plain black with an immaculately bleached white shirt. Bright silver cufflinks sparkled at his huge wrists, and he wore a skinny black tie.
He looked amazing.
“Hey.” I smiled at him, brushing my hair over my right shoulder.
He stopped pacing and turned to face me. I imagined his eyes lighting up as his gaze wandered down my body for a wonderful moment. When I noticed his eyes at my chest, I squeezed my arms together slightly, stretching them out in feigned boredom.
His eyes definitely widened that time…
“Hey, Scar. You look nice.”
I smirked. “You sure know how to compliment a girl.”
“It’s one of my charms,” he retorted. “Are the two slowcoaches ready yet, doll?”
“They’ll be ready soon. If not, you can dine with me instead.” I winked. “Where did you get the suit? You look handsome.”
“Oh, this?” He looked down at his suit as if it was some strange fashion he’d never known of before today. “I hired it. Guy on the front desk said I wouldn’t get in the restaurant otherwise.”
It was true, bodyguard or no, he wouldn’t get past security.
Well, he could, but not by walking past them.