Novel Full Chapter 395: Dinner With The Monster(2)
Chapter 395: Dinner With The Monster(2)
“It’s my pleasure, sir,” Lydia said, her voice slightly breathier than before. “I hope my service… has been to your satisfaction.”
Alex’s smirk deepened. Without warning, his fingers moved higher, gently pushing aside the delicate pink lace of her panties. The moment his fingertips brushed her already slick, sensitive folds, Lydia’s breath caught sharply.
She almost moaned out loud, but her hand flew to her mouth just in time, muffling the sound.
Her eyes darted nervously toward Heena, terrified she might have heard something.
But Heena was completely lost in the moment… savoring another bite of the rich foie gras, her eyes half-closed in pleasure as she gazed out at the glittering city view.
For now, she was blissfully unaware.
Suddenly, Heena turned her head and looked straight at Lydia.
Lydia’s heart jumped. She quickly composed herself, picking up the wine bottle with slightly trembling hands.
“Pour some for me too,” Heena said calmly.
Lydia nodded and leaned in to refill Heena’s glass. Heena lifted it and took a long, slow gulp, emptying half the glass in one go.
“What is your name, girl?” Alex asked casually, his voice completely relaxed. His finger remained between Lydia’s slick folds, slowly tracing her wetness without any hurry.
Lydia swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. “Lydia… Lydia Alveris, sir.”
She could feel both of their eyes on her now… Alex’s amused and predatory, Heena’s calm but watchful.
“So, Ms. Lydia,” Alex continued, his finger still gently stroking her most sensitive spot, “who is in 801? The other Presidential Suite? Do you know anything about it?”
Lydia’s mind raced. She tried to keep her voice steady even as heat pulsed through her body from his touch. “801…? I… I’m really sorry, sir. I have very little knowledge about it. I only know that my aunt was personally busy preparing for that guest.”
“Who is your aunt?” Alex asked, still not removing his hand.
“She is the manager of this hotel, sir.”
Alex nodded slowly, finally withdrawing his fingers from between her legs. He wiped them discreetly on his bathrobe and gave her a small, commanding smile.
“Alright. Go and find out if 801 is still empty… or if they’ve already arrived.”
Lydia stood there for a second, thighs still pressed together, her body buzzing from his touch. She gave a small, respectful nod.
“Yes, sir. I’ll check right away.”
She stepped out of the Presidential Suite, closing the grand double doors behind her with a soft click.
The moment she was alone in the quiet hallway, a rush of excitement surged through her body.
’Finally… I got him.’
A bright, triumphant smile broke across her face. She leaned against the wall for a second, heart racing.
She remembered how nervous she had been earlier, convinced that a man like Alex wouldn’t even notice her. For a brief moment she had doubted her beauty, wondered if she had lost her edge. But now that doubt felt ridiculous.
“My charm isn’t gone at all,” she thought with quiet satisfaction.
Lydia looked down at hers skirt, too short and too tempting.
She ran her hands lightly over her hips, a small, grateful smile touching her lips.
’Thank you,’ she whispered silently to herself. ’You did your job tonight.’
She pressed her thighs together, biting her lower lip as a fresh wave of heat flooded her core. ’He wants me. He actually wants me.’
The happiness bubbling inside her was almost dizzying. For once, the older woman in the bathrobe didn’t feel like a threat. She felt like an obstacle Lydia was more than ready to surpass.
But then her mind shifted to Alex’s unexpected question.
’Who is in 801? The other Presidential Suite.’
Her aunt had been acting strangely secretive about that booking all evening… personally handling preparations and keeping everyone else away. That wasn’t normal.
Lydia’s eyes narrowed with determination as she walked briskly toward the service elevator.
’That bitch thinks she can hide things from me?’ She smirked to herself. ’If I want to find out, nothing stays hidden.’
She wanted to prove her competence to Alex. She wanted to show him she could be useful… resourceful, discreet, and willing to go the extra mile.
If she brought him the information he wanted, maybe he would look at her the way he looked at Heena… or even better.
With renewed energy, Lydia stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the executive floor. The doors slid shut as she whispered to herself with a confident grin,
“Just wait, sir… I’ll find out everything you need.”
***
Alex and Heena were alone again.
Heena was still staring toward the door where Lydia had disappeared, a small, puzzled frown on her face. The young woman had left with an unmistakable spring in her step.
“Who are these people in 801, Alex?” she asked softly, turning to him. “Someone important?”
Alex turned toward her, his eyes warm with amusement. He reached out and gently traced a finger along her cheek.
“Important?” he echoed, his voice low and teasing. “At least not as important as you.”
Heena smiled shyly at his clever response, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. But Alex didn’t stop there. His hand slowly slid lower, brushing along the side of her neck, then down to the edge of her loosely tied bathrobe.
“Have you eaten your fill?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual.
She nodded, still a little breathless. “Yes… but you didn’t,” she replied, glancing at his barely touched plate.
A dark smile curved his lips. “Because my dinner has only just started.”
With one smooth motion, he tugged at the belt of her bathrobe. The knot gave way easily, and the plush fabric slipped off her shoulders, pooling around her waist and leaving her completely naked from the waist up.
Heena gasped softly, instinctively closing her eyes as cool air kissed her skin. She waited, heart pounding, anticipating the heat of his hands or mouth on her body.
But nothing came.
Confused, she opened her eyes again.
Alex was calmly refilling his wine glass with the deep red liquid. He lifted it, tilted it slightly, and poured a slow, thin stream of wine directly onto her breasts.
The cool liquid splashed over her erect nipples, trickling down the soft curves of her chest in glistening rivulets.
Heena shivered violently at the sudden sensation, a quiet moan escaping her lips.
Alex watched with dark satisfaction as the deep red wine trickled down Heena’s breasts, glistening over her erect nipples and leaving shiny trails along her soft curves.
Without a word, he leaned in. His tongue traced a slow, deliberate path from the underside of her breast upward, catching the cool wine mixed with the warmth of her skin.
He took his time, savoring every drop, his lips closing around one sensitive nipple and sucking gently before moving to the other.
“Anhmm.” Heena gasped, her back arching instinctively as a soft, broken moan escaped her lips. Her hand came up to grip his shoulder, fingers digging in as pleasure shot through her.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were stained a faint red. He looked up at her with hooded eyes and murmured, voice low and rough with hunger,
“Delicious.”