Page 65 of Private Pleasures

And Nora was pleased. She had imagined someone like Caleb Snow because she had known Carla would mention his attributes to Heidi, and Heidi would want someone like Caleb. And the elevator had opened to reveal Brad. She had given him his instructions. And of course he had obeyed her, but only after he had struck a deal with her of payment for his favor. He was a bisexual, and had seen Rolf in the stud pool of The Channel. He wanted the blond Austrian. Nora had agreed. She knew very well that it wouldn’t be long before Heidi was enjoying a threesome with both young men.

The elevator doors to the penthouse opened and Brad stepped out.

“Have you entrapped her?” Nora asked him as he entered her domain. “Did you give her everything she wanted? I do want Heidi happy in The Channel. Will she be back soon?” Her questions came quickly.

Brad nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I gave her just what she wanted,” he said with a wicked grin. “She’ll be back. I left her begging for more. Now, give me what you promised me.”

“Rolf,” she called, and the young blond arose from the couch and came across the room. “I want you to go with Brad now. You’re his.”

“Why?” Rolf asked.

“Because you make Kyle jealous, and I don’t want him unhappy. Because Brad has done me a favor, and I’m repaying him.” She patted his cheek. “You’ve been such a good boy, but I don’t need you anymore.”

Rolf shrugged. His eyes were on the bulge in Brad’s thong. “Good-bye, Nora,” he said, and without another word he followed Brad into the elevator.

When they had gone Kyle came from the bedroom. “What have you done?” he asked her. “And why did you give Rolf away?”

“Carla introduced Heidi to The Channel. I suspect she won’t be so interested in Jeff anymore now that she’s seen the kind of sex she can have here. And once she dumps him, the question of my getting my house back becomes a moot point. I considered the type of man Heidi would like, using Caleb as a model. A rough, good-looking guy with a great big dick. Brad appeared, and in exchange for Rolf he became Heidi’s fantasy. Heidi’s a lot more sexually adventurous than my soon-to-be ex. Brad saw to it she had the best time she’s had in years. By tomorrow when she wakes up she’s going to be rethinking her options. I’d put money on it,” Nora gloated.

“Who’s going to massage you now, Red?” Kyle asked, smiling.

“You are,” she said. “Get the oil out. I want you to spoil me, darling. I am feeling very happy tonight.”

“No more other men?” he asked.

“For now. I won’t make you any promises, however,” she told him.

“You love me,” he replied.

“Maybe,” Nora responded. “I still don’t trust your gender, darling Mr. Gorgeous.”

“Then I’ll have to spend eternity convincing you,” he said softly.

“Eternity is a long time,” Nora noted.

“Yes,” he agreed, “it is.” He took her hand, and led her into the bathroom. “I’m going to give you the best massage of your life, darling,” he promised her.

Nora smiled. Variety was nice, but having Kyle so totally devoted to her was even better. And here in The Channel they would always remain the same. And he would always be exactly what she wanted him to be. It was a perfect world. And then the phone rang. “Get it,” she ordered him.

Kyle picked up the handset. “Yes?” He listened, and then he said, “She’ll be there, Margaret. Give me half an hour. Okay.” He set the phone down. “Mr. Nicholas wants to see you, Nora. And I’m to come with you. We’ll have to put the massage off until later, Red. I’m sorry.”

“Pick something out for me to wear,” Nora told him, and he nodded.

When they were both dressed Nora found herself in a pair of butterscotch-colored silk slacks, beneath which she wore a cream-colored silk thong, which emphasized her butt beneath the trousers. Her cream silk shirt had a deep V neck and long sleeves. She had slipped a pair of leather sandals on her feet. Kyle was wearing beige linen pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had oxblood leather penny loafers on his big feet. He styled her hair in a tailored chignon. His dark hair was wet and brushed back. They entered the elevator, and pushed the red button as the doors closed.

When they opened again the pair stepped out into the elegant office. It was quiet but for the two women at their workstations. Margaret was there to greet them. “Come along, you two,” she said, moving briskly down the room to the double doors. “They’re here, Mr. Nicholas,” she said, ushering them into the elegant office.

He came forward, a smile on his face. “Come in! Come in!”

Nora saw there was a bottle of champagne in a bucket on the butler’s tray, as well as three slender flutes. She looked at Kyle, but he shrugged and shook his head.

“My dear Nora,” Mr. Nicholas said, taking up both her hands in his and kissing them. “I am astounded! And very impressed, my dear. It was a brilliant plan. Flawlessly executed, and I never had the slightest hint of what you were doing. Of what you were capable.” He poured the champagne into the flutes, gave Nora one and Kyle one, and took the third for himself. “I salute you, my dear Nora!”

“Mr. Nicholas, I have no idea of what you are talking about,” Nora said, confused. “What have I done?” She set the crystal flute of champagne down on the butler’s tray.

“My dear girl, please don’t be modest. There is no place for modesty in a devious mind such as yours,” Mr. Nicholas said, smiling. “Or perhaps there is.”

Nora sighed. “I honestly don’t know to what you refer,” she repeated.