His Carnal Touch (ENGLISH R-18)

Chapter 6

KENNEDY

I keep on yawning all the way to work that night. I barely slept last night, and I continue to paint during the day. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get his perfectly sculpted body out of my head. The feeling of his tanned skin against my palm haunts me throughout the night. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is his perfectly shaped physique. I can't help but imagine myself wrapped around his strong and well-sculpted arm as he was standing in between my legs. I was so into him that I even dreamt of having s3x with him.

I was never sexually attracted to any man such as this. But he was able to stir something inside me that I never knew existed. I was so caught up in making money to pay for my debt that I didn't even have time to think about things like this.

But last night was different. In my dream, I feel like a woman while that gorgeous man was worshipping me in between my legs. I was quite disappointed that I suddenly woke up with reaching my peak even if it was only a dream.

It was exactly six thirty in the evening when I arrived at Dolce Carezza. My shift starts at seven o'clock. I haven't got my new schedule, that's why I decided to come during my usual shift. I remember Miss Callahan said that I wouldn't have to attend to clients other than Mr. Beaufort. I didn't get a formal turnover about Mr. Beaufort schedule, that's why I decided to come earlier than my usual schedule.

I was about to go to Miss Callahan's office when I was blocked by two men in a black suit. I frowned in confusion.

“Miss Smith, please come with us,” said the man on right.

“May I know why?“ I asked.

“Mr. Beaufort is requesting you in his penthouse,” said the man on the left.

“I-In his house?“ I'm dumbfounded.

“Please follow us.“

“W-Wait!“ I uttered. “I need to get my things and essentials.“ I didn't wait for their answers. I quickly run to my locker and get my things. I also brought some oils and essentials that I usually use during sessions. It only took me a few minutes before I went back to where I left them.

They head outside, and I immediately follow. We were outside the building when a black Bugatti stopped in front of us. I was hesitant to get inside the car when the other man opened the door for me. I have seen a lot of expensive cars just like this. But never in my wildest dream that I will get a chance to ride one.

“Miss?“ The man who's holding the door uttered when I remain still.

“I-I'm sorry,” I quickly apologize before getting inside the car. I was clutching my bag against my chest while inside the car. I was sitting there like log. I didn't bother moving an inch with the fear that I might break something inside. Though Dolce Carezza recently gave me a raise, I'm afraid that wouldn't be enough to cover the expenses once I break anything here.

I tried to calm myself down by taking a deep breath a couple of times. It did help me calm my nerves, but it wasn't enough to stop my heart from beating erratically. I was silently praying that everything went well.

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I WAS amazed when we arrived at the most expensive building in New York. I was aware that Mr. Beaufort, so I wasn't surprise that he owns a unit here. I never imagined that I would have the opportunity to set my foot inside the most prestigious building in this city.

The magazine didn't do this place any justice. My eyes instantly went to the elegant chandelier that was hanging on the ceiling of the lobby. Even the couch on the left side of the area screams wealth and elegance. I tried to hold my head high so I wouldn't feel small while people in the lobby kept staring at me. I'm not sure if they were looking at me or my plain tattered jeans and worn out top. If I had known that I would be coming here, I would have worn the most decent clothes in my closet.

“Mr. Beaufort is expecting her.“

The female receptionist scrutinized me, looking at me from head to foot. “Okay. What's her name?“ she said before turning her gaze onto the monitor in front of her.

The two men turned to me in unison. It took me a couple of seconds before I figured out what they wanted me to do.

“K-Kennedy Anne Smith,” I uttered my name.

“Miss Smith, how are you connected to Mr. Beaufort?“ she asked while raising her eyebrow.

“I-I…” I'm not really sure how to answer that question.

“She works for Mr. Beaufort,” the other man butt in.

I was relieved when they answered for me. I can't help but notice how that woman keeps on glancing at me as if she was trying to size me up. I don't know why she's doing that, but I'm glad that we're done. She handed us a key card that we needed to use on the elevator.

We immediately head down to the elevator. The door quickly opens the moment he presses the button. He tapped the key card to the sensor before pressing letter “P” button, which I assume was probably the penthouse.

My legs were shaking as we slowly went through all other floors in the building. The elevator didn't stop to any other floor. It only stops the moment we reach the last floor of the building. It didn't take long before I heard a voice from the speaker.

“State your name and the purpose of your visit.“

The man who escorted me here quickly answered. Once he have given all the information they need, the door finally opens.

I was in awe when the floor finally revealed right before my eyes. My jaw dropped once I got to see the whole place. Everything around here looks expensive. I was so amazed that I almost forgot why I was here.

“Stop right there,” said the man who was standing right outside the elevator.

I quickly stopped and stood right there just like he ordered.

“Give me your bag. I need to check what's inside,” he said.

I gave him my bag without resistance. But I was startled when the other man suddenly grabbed my waist.

“What the hell are you doing?“ I dodged him.

“I need to search your body to make sure that you're not carrying any weapon with you,” he explains.

It sounds reasonable, but I find it uncomfortable. I don't like the idea of stranger running his hands all over my body.

“I don't have anything with me,” I insisted.

“Miss, we're just doing our job. We can't let you get close to Mr. Beaufort without going through our procedure,” he replied.

“No. I won't allow it,” I strongly object.

“What's the commotion all about?“ said the baritone voice who just went out of the other room.

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