Chapter 3 Love

As expected, my

beautiful face is on the front page of many prestigious society magazines.

Still in bed, I check

the internet notifications on my phone of my name in the media. In some cover

photos I am lovingly in Danner's arms, others chose a solo of me in a seductive

pose.

Another effective marketing for my and

Danner's companies, I must not forget to instruct my public relations

department to send a nice gift to the journalists who worked on the articles.

Journalists love when their work is appreciated and rewarded. They keep

complaining of being overworked and underpaid, so an expensive and useful gift

is always in order for the next promotion.

I sigh resignedly and

place my hands under my head as I stare at the ceiling. Last night was again

unforgettable fun with the two men. Alex lost his clumsiness when he noticed

that Danner was determined to take over, to claim me completely if given the

chance. He understood that in order not to end up empty-handed, he had to push

his limits. And he succeeded in doing so later on, to my great satisfaction. I

reminisce about all the sweet sex we had together, Danner never disappoints me

when we are at it.

When we were done, he

dropped me off at home and drove Alex back to pick up his vehicle in the

parking lot. Then he called me to make sure I'm okay at home. Courteous as a

gentleman.

And then my thoughts

wander again to Dordrich.

Oh well, maybe I shouldn't look too much into

our encounter, he was just a short passing crush. I tasted a bit of him, he was

good and probably he has long forgotten about me. At home there is a beautiful

wife waiting to him, so why should his thoughts linger with me? I enjoyed it, every

woman has such an experience in life, nothing special. I think.

Hunger drives me out

of bed and as I'm about to prepare myself breakfast, the intercom rings.

"Miss Windrug, twenty bouquets of roses are being delivered for you. We'll

bring them up in five minutes", I hear the receptionist saying. I look at

the device in shock. Who, what?!

"O my God! Is

there a card with it?", I ask her.

"No, anonymous. You have a secret

admirer", she laughs. Well, free flowers are nice too, I guess. When they

are delivered at my door, the bell boy is almost invisible behind the rose

bushes. He comes in and drops them in my hall.

"Miss Windrug,

the sender must be madly in love with you. These are worth a fortune!", he

teases me. "That's because I'm worth it. Nobody dares to send me cheap

stuff", I answer cocky. The echo of his loud laugh is still heard in the

hallway a few minutes after he left. I select a few roses from the bouquets and

put them in a separate vase to enjoy in my bedroom. Then I do see a card in the

middle of a bouquet. It has a heart and a 'D' on it.

So still Dordrich!!

I grab my hair and

let out a loud frustrating scream. I will do anything, again anything to forget

him, I promise myself. My self-regulation forbids me to mess with a married

man.

This attraction is dangerous. I have to get

rid of it, no matter how.

But those eyes, so addictive, so scorching,

to lose myself totally in them. Maybe I should rethink this all and just once,

only once, lose myself in this warm promise of unparalleled pleasure that his

kisses offered me. Only one time, enough to cherish a lifetime. Take in his

sweetness so I don't regret a missed opportunity for short happiness later on.

As I sit at the

dinner table musing on how to proceed with my feelings for Dordrich, my cell

phone rings. I answer, a journalist on the phone, if I'm interested in an

in-depth interview about my love life and business success. Of course I agree,

more publicity means better financial results towards the end of the year. My

employees are already rubbing their hands when they calculate their year-end

bonus.

I invite the reporter

to be at my house within an hour, end the conversation, and go to the bathroom

to freshen up. When I see my reflection in the mirror again, I remember the

night before staring at myself in the bathroom too. What Dordrich and I shared

next, that panty-dropping kiss makes me cringe. I can feel that wonderful

warmth flash through my body again, those hands that went over my breasts and

the sweetness of his kisses. A fierce war seems to have broken out between my

legs.

I turn around and

jump in the shower to cool off.

The journalist steps in on time

and we make ourselves comfortable on the couch in the sitting room. I'm dressed

in my best as usual, my makeup is done perfectly.

Her questions are

prepared and calculated. "Please call me Loraine," I offer, trying to

loosen up the air between us.

"Who is your current love

partner?", she begins ambiguously. "I don't have one", I answer.

"You were spotted last night with World

Automotive general manager, Danner Winfield", she points out with a

meaningfully look in her eyes. I smile relaxed. "An old friend", I

decline her suspicion. "You know Danner and I are inseparable. We have a

business relationship and our interests often run parallel. We're just dating

occasionally".

"We also saw you staring love sick at

media mogul Dordrich Fellogan. Is he an old friend too?".

Now I decide to play along with her

cat-and-mouse game. "Who? I don't know him and was not aware of my

staring. But you have to admit he's a gorgeous guy, I've seen him in your

magazines many times. He's almost as famous as I am. Maybe you can arrange a

blind date?", I joke.

And

with that, I got myself into deep trouble.