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he’d use all the charms he had at his disposal to coax her into accepting these … even if he knew that it was something else, something far less tangible, yet far more significant that he wished to God he might have been capable of offering.
    What the hell would the Waverley think of them? All these showers, all these wet towels, all this hot water. Lizzie ran her broad-toothed comb through her hair, and smoothed it into some semblance of a style. Her fringe was a bit floppy, not Bettie-fied at all, but it was the best she could manage at the moment.
    At least the twinkle in her eyes and the subtle glow on her skin were flattering. The by-products of being freshly and very thoroughly fucked made-up for many deficiencies in the hair and make-up department!
    As had become a habit with her, after her kinkier dealings with John, she flipped up the back of her robe, and checked her bottom. A bit pink, but weirdly, almost pretty looking. It was just a gentle glow now; there was no longer any real pain.
    She pressed her finger against the rosy coloration, but still nothing of significance. John was clever that way. He knew how to hurt but not hurt, a very rare skill, she guessed. Letting the robe drop again, she reached for the pot of fragrance-free moisturiser from the hotel’s complimentary basket of bath and beauty products.
    Hmm … they must have assumed that one of their most favoured customers was likely to have his ‘companion’ with him again, regardless of whether or not she was supposed to be an escort this time. There was a broad selection of high-end female goodies in and amongst the products that John might be expected to use.
    Out in the room, their cosy haven of chintz and sex, Lizzie found John partially dressed. She’d urged him to shower first, so she could loll around a while and get her breath back. Now, he looked positively edible in a pair of fantastically fitting jeans and one of his favourite soft blue shirts. He hadn’t fastened it yet, and so there was still a nice wedge of firm, muscular chest on view.
    ‘I thought we might go down to the restaurant for dinner. For a change of scene, and to give me a chance to show off my beautiful girlfriend.’ He beamed at her, looking so masculine and so possessive. She’d never really liked the latter quality in previous boyfriends, but somehow with John, it was a positive not a negative.
    Girlfriend, eh?
Was that what she was?
    But Lizzie didn’t feel quite polished enough to be shown off. She’d never expected to see John when she’d set out, only this morning, to see Brent off at the station, so her jeans and simple top were a bit on the casual side for dining out. John was wearing jeans, of course, but
he
could get away with anything, anywhere. He had the unshakable self-confidence born of wealth and power and looks.
    ‘I’d love to, but I didn’t exactly dress for a posh dinner at the Waverley this morning. I … I never expected to see you.’
Ever again
, she almost added.
    John crossed the room, and stood in front her. ‘You look like a goddess whatever you wear, sweetheart. And even if this place had a dress code, I think they’d pretty much be prepared to waive it for me, and anyone with me.’
    ‘What do you mean? You haven’t bullied them into letting you buy the hotel, have you?’ Lizzie wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that; she’d felt a contrary satisfaction in the fact that the management of the Waverley Grange had resisted her lover’s millions, preferring their independence.
    ‘No, alas not. The Guidettis have stood firm.’ He shrugged, and gave her a quirky smile, as if he’d read her thoughts. Lizzie remembered the handsome man with long black hair, the one she’d originally assumed was the manager of the Waverley. She’d since discovered that he owned the hotel too, with his wife, and even if she didn’t really knoweither of them, she still wanted them to retain control of their distinctive hotel. ‘They won’t