The Ghost of Greece ~ A Drakos Dynasty Novel~

3 - The Way Scarlett Thinks

Scarlett hated working the later shift but at least she was done after one more delivery. She headed to the kitchen and picked up the tray of assorted cheeses and fruits placing it on the cart.  The bottle of bourbon with two glasses was also on the tray to be delivered. An entire bottle of thousand-dollar bourbon? This could only mean the provision was for one family. Drakos.

Scarlett had been working at the hotel for nearly three years. When there was always a large alcohol order and then a ‘special’ order for a woman of choice for the evening, she knew who was there. Scarlett felt utterly disgusted by the handling of s****l pleasures for money at this prestigious hotel. She knew that it was an old-fashioned mindset but still, are you not rich enough and gorgeous enough to find a decent woman without paying for it? Not to mention Scarlett had heard that it was nearly twenty-five hundred dollars just for a few hours of playtime. 

Rolling her eyes she loaded the cart and headed to the elevator. It was nearly nine thirty and she had plans with friends for drinks and a good time.  Scarlett had already changed into a silky blue fitted shirt and navy cotton capris. Her shoes were simple wedge sandals in nude tones and she let her layered coffee colored hair fall natural and free about her shoulders. If he ordered s*x toys for the evening this would be a quick in and out delivery and she could get out of there to go enjoy herself. The one thing she did hope, is it wasn’t the youngest Drakos son.  Kris was his name and he was so appetizing and fierce looking. Truth be told when this Drakos entered the room, Scarlett had a hard time not staring.

About six months ago, Scarlett had the pleasure of being close enough to catch a whiff of Kris’ scent and see the gorgeous hazel in his eyes. At that moment Scarlett realized whenever Kris was near, all her rational thought would take an immediate sabbatical.

As the elevator doors open Scarlett took a deep breath and rolled her cart to the Presidential Suite.  Leaving the cart to the left of the door, she straightened her top and fixed her hair as she wasn’t dressed in traditional employee attire and still wanted to look professional. Tapping lightly on the door, she said a silent prayer on who would open it.  Scarlett was not prepared for what happened next. As the door swung open, there he stood like a Grecian God, in nothing more than a towel. f**k.

Kristos Drakos, the one man she prayed not to see this evening, looked Scarlett up and down with a hungry gaze.  The way his eyes raked over her form with heated objective forced the space between them to seem closer than it actually was.  His intent was clear-cut and when he licked those lusciously full lips, looking directly into her eyes, it practically made her feel violated. She tried to keep a professional demeanor and stance. Her next move was to introduce herself, as they were supposed to, and delivery his fruit, cheese and bourbon.

Without so much as a warning, Kristos swept her up in his grasp and planted full juicy lips on hers in a passionate caress. She hadn’t planned for this. Her body reacted in waving pulses of need that seemed to feed his soul the answer to the question, Can I do this? Her body released more wetness in that second than she had felt in nearly a year.

It had been a year since her last encounter. Needless to say that encounter hadn’t been anything special and definitely left her wanting. He had been charming and quite handsome. His name was Antoni Mercado and the sight of him caused her body to cry out in need. But often, as it goes with women and their fantasies, what she ended up with naked at the end of the night…Completely different.

Focusing back on the man mauling her lips with his. Without warning or permission his tongue sought out hers and she whimpered in dismay. What is he doing? Is this the standard for delivery cheese and fruit? She thought to herself.

His tongue was voraciously trying to set hers on fire with its caresses. A few more strokes and her body began to betray the shocked decline of these actions. She was going to pull away, slap him in the face. Consent for him to touch her much less slide his tongue into her mouth had not been established. But he is so warm, smells so good and the way his firm hands felt on her ass, gripping, kneading it. She couldn’t fight the urge to lace her legs about his waist and let the wetness pool into her panties.

There was no time between Kristos kicking the door shut and her back being placed against the near wall. She tried to wiggle free for a moment, the insanity of his engagements were sobering but the way his mouth devoured hers and his c**k pulsed and pressed against her dripping s*x, even through clothes made her forget the world. Without further hesitation she dug her nails into his bare backside causing his hips to thrust upward. If there had been no towels or clothing in the way, his c**k would now be buried deep inside her inner walls. She wanted him more than anything in that moment. Thrusting upward into her slowly she couldn’t contain the urge any longer.

Scarlett let her hips move in time with his thrusts and the primordial moan into his mouth was genuine. Never had she felt anything like this. It was like having s*x without actually having s*x. They made out in heated kisses and he pumped as if already inside her. His strong hands sought to feel her body. They first ran up the backsides of her thighs, landing firmly on her ass again. The sensation drove her to nearly orgasm before her clothes were even off. Her legs quivered around him. As her hips became more insistent in their desire to have him inside her, she broke the kissing and took a deep, sultry intake of breath.  Hold firm to her with his left arm, he took hold of her top with his right hand and managed to help her wriggle out of it quickly. They broke the manic tongue strokes only to get the clothing past. Her eyes had been closed for most of this. Opening them as her shirt was moved past, she looked directly into his hooded eyes. The primitive requirement to have her naked and riding him was unmistakable. She was the only goal in his existence.

 A cool breeze from the air condition caused small goosebumps to filter across her breasts. They were full and sitting quite high in the push up demi bra. She shivered lightly causing Kristos to pull back from the kissing. Their lips were swollen and red. Their faces flushed. He peered down at the ample breasts and smiled deviously. Placing hard kisses with tongue flicks down her neck, he took a small step back to gain better access. His goal was obvious, he wanted to place his lips around each. Her head was against the wall and her heaving breaths made Kristos smile at the giggle. They were real and he was going to enjoy every centimeter of them. Reaching with his free right hand he pulled a breast out and began to suckle the n****e with some force. Unconsciously her fingers entangled in his hair as if to hold him in place.

This is madness. Stop him! He thinks you are his conquest for the night. Scarlett, you are better than this! She screamed in her mind.  The only problem was she couldn’t really hear herself over the throbbing of her clit and the panting as he bit down on a n****e once more. After a few minutes he pulled out her other breast and began to work it with his tongue and lips in much the same manner as the first. The only difference was the hunger for her was stronger.

He stepped back pulling her naked swollen n*****s onto his taunt, molded, perfectly shaped muscles. The feeling of them scraping against his skin caused more reaction than she expected. She wanted this man to take her unforgivingly and leave her wasted in a pool of their juices.  Walking with Scarlett towards the bed, the guttural growl in his chest as he nipped at her neck was all knowing. She was going to be conquered, tasted and left for dead by the time he was done. Or at least that is what his gaze told her. His lips fell on her once more only steps away from the bed when the worst thing happened. The knock at the door.

Scarlett could tell he didn’t want to deal with the knocking but it was distracting him from their goals.  Flashing his tongue in her mouth once more and looking over her exposed breasts, he set her down on the bed. The size of the manhood poking from the towel caused Scarlett to gulp. How badly her body screamed to place it in her mouth and then allow it to breach her saturated s*x over and over again.

Her mind took complete hold realizing what she had let transpire. Kristos Monte Drakos had displayed an unrestrained to have her riding his c**k and she was still on the clock. So Stupid! You let your lack of intimacy take hold! Get up, say something. Tell him this is a mistake. She screamed in her own mind.                                

“Oh, umm, actually…” was all her breathlessness could muster to get out before he opened the door.

There she stood, Amanda Willingham. She was a prostitute but a well paid one and was known by many in the hotel. She was frequently asked for by the clientele and always more than eager to make a few extra thousand. The word in the gossip chain was she once worked for the hotel but found more money in having s*x with rich men, so she quit.

Snapping out of her revelry Scarlet quickly slipped her breasts back into the bra and retrieved her top off the floor where it had been through. Thankfully the vision to her sitting there panting like a virginal w***e was blocked by Kristos.  By the time Amanda made way into the room, Scarlett had cleared the small dining table close to the window and somewhat composed herself.

To keep the decorum she was faking to maintain, Scarlett made idle conversation about his order being delivered. The smile she gave him was fake, to say the least. The look in his eyes was mixed with emotions. The primal need he had to be inside her was still there but dying down.  Being overpowered by the shockwave of who she really was and why she was really there took hold. She set the food down, poured two glasses of whiskey and introduced herself. She informed him that she was no longer on the clock and hoped he had a good evening.

 She was lying, in the back of her mind, Scarlett was throwing out Amanda and stripping off her own clothes to tease Kristos’ c**k further into wanting more from her. Scarlett’s mind went further into the actions of where they were headed only moments ago. She had never felt so on fire and alive.

 Taking one last gaze back into the room she eyed Amanda wearily who didn’t seem to notice any weirdness in the room.  Her gaze stopped on Kristos once more. He was looking at her carefully waiting to see what happened next. She smiled, took one more look at him up and down and shut the door.

Geezus what the f**k was that Scarlett. You have never been so bold, so brazen! She hollered at herself.  But he was so delicious to taste and the way he touches me…  She coughed trying to pull the thoughts out of her mind. As she stepped onto the elevator with the empty cart she realized before she went anywhere, she might want to change her underwear.