Touch It

Giovanni

"What are you doing, Sienna?"

"Making sure you get what you paid for." She slurs the words.

"Is it that bad?" I ask. "This secret?"

Her hands stop their work and she looks deep into my eyes, searching them, then resumes, shifting her gaze downward as she succeeds in undoing the belt, the pants.

"You really want the waiter who's about two floors away to see you on your knees sucking my dick when he gets here?"

Her eyes fly up to mine.

"Didn't think so," I say, redoing the fly of my pants, my belt.

On cue, the elevator doors slide open and a waiter pushes a tray inside.

"Sir," he says, pretending not to see a drunk Sienna stumble her way to the couch.

"Thank you," I tell him and hand him a fifty-dollar-bill. "Don't worry about cleaning it up tonight."

"Thank you, sir," he says and a moment later, he's gone.

I go to the coffee machine and make her a mug of black coffee. When it's ready, I hand it to her.

She takes it and I watch her drink a sip. When I set the plated club sandwi