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Hearing the lock on Everett's door click softly, Maria sighed. The slow pace of her attempted seduction was frustrating but it was clear Everett needed more time.
A soft chuckle bubbled up. She couldn't have timed Cena's proposal more perfectly if she'd planned it herself. The Ice Bitch removed herself from the competition with that acceptance on national television.
Not that Maria could imagine that there was actually anything mutual between Everett and Samantha Noelle. He was just infatuated. That would fade soon enough, once he saw that she, Maria, was the perfect woman for him.
She would bide her time. Make herself indispensible. Take care of his every need. But not push for anything more. Yet. And tomorrow? Tomorrow it might be a good idea if his cellphone were conveniently misplaced on the bus. If she made sure the battery ran down and tucked it deep down between the cushions of his seat, with any luck it would take days for anyone to find it. Meaning all his calls would have to be filtered through her.
But that is for tomorrow. Tonight… tonight she would leave her adjoining door unlocked and sleep in the nude. Just in case.
--
Samantha pressed her hand against John's chest reinforcing the slight distance between them as he pulled back from the kiss.
"Would you mind if I stayed here tonight?"
She drew a deep breath, scrambling for an acceptable refusal, when she heard an unexpected voice behind her.
"Samantha?"
She spun around John, seeing Evie and Heath exiting the doors of her building.
"Jarvis told us you were out. We thought maybe you and Everett had forgotten our plans for this evening…" Evie's voice trailed off slightly as she noticed John for the first time, standing with his arm protectively around Samantha's shoulder. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down. "I'm sorry," she turned sharp eyes on Samantha, "are we interrupting something? Where is your M-…"
"Everett's out on a shoot for work," Samantha spoke quickly, cutting off Evie's question. "John, this is one of my oldest friends, Evie, and her husband Heath." Samantha blurted the stilted introduction, "Evie, this is John. My…"
"Her fiancé," John cut in smoothly, with a possessive smile.
Evie's mouth dropped open, eyes widening, looking from Samantha to John and back again. "I'm sorry, her what?"
Samantha smiled tremulously, grateful that John was standing behind her as she blinked up at Evie, lost. "John proposed tonight. At the Make-A-Wish Gala. On national television. With the help of a little wish recipient named Caroline." She lifted her shaking hand to show off the stunning ring he'd placed on her finger.
Evie looked deeply into Samantha's eyes, recognizing the lost little girl look immediately. "Oh, Sam," she wrapped her arms around Samantha, pulling her trembling form into a tight hug, whispering, "it will all be okay. Have a little faith in your Master."
Samantha shook her head sadly. "I already tried to explain. He texted that he hoped we would be happy together. When I tried to call him, Maria answered his phone and he was in the shower." She blinked back tears. "He's finished with me Evie, and I don't know what to do."
Evie glanced over to see John and Heath in quiet conversation. She smiled her gratitude at her perceptive husband who'd just earned himself a reward later tonight. She turned back to Samantha. "What do you want to do?" She wrapped her fingers around Samantha's arms. "Do you trust your Master?"
"I- I don't know! I want to." Samantha's eyes dropped. "But Maria…"
"Do you trust her more than you trust your Master?"
"No! I wouldn't trust that bitch as far as I could throw her," Samantha growled.
"But you believe her?"
"Well… no… I…" Samantha looked up, eyes wide. "Why did I not question?"
"Do you want to marry John?"
"I don't want to hurt John." Samantha's shoulders dropped. "He's so sweet and kind and such a gentleman. Any woman would be lucky to marry him."
"But do you want to?"
Samantha sighed. "John could never make me happy and I don't think I could make him happy either. He has no idea…"
Evie raised a sharp eyebrow, still waiting for her answer.
Blushing, Samantha whispered, "there's only one man I could ever marry." She lifted her fingers to her throat, caressing the chain and lock hidden under the high collar of her dress. Her smile faded. "but he'll never ask me to marry him."
Pressing a finger under Samantha's chin, forcing her eyes up, Evie grinned, "and where is it written that you can't ask him?"
Samantha's eyes flew open wide, her mouth dropping, "But he's… I'm…"
"Did you think Heath wasn't the one who proposed to me?" Evie looked fondly over at her husband, then back to Samantha. "Perhaps we still should go upstairs for that visit? Don't you think it's time for John to learn a little more about the woman he's proposed to?"
"Evie…" Samantha shook her head.
"Nothing too dramatic dear. Just a bit of an eye-opening." Evie turned away, speaking up. "Heath, dear, we're going to go up for that drink after all."
Heath looked over and silently acknowledged the order underneath the words. He smiled. "Yes, ma'am."
Samantha caught John's slightly puzzled smile as they turned to walk through the doors toward the Penthouse elevator.
The private elevator dinged, doors opening to release them and Samantha led the way to her door, slipping her key into the lock and opening the door wide. As coats were removed, Samantha's eyes goggled and John started to cough.
Evie smiled, admiring the ropes criss-crossed over Heath's bare chest. "oh, we had a previous engagement that was unexpectedly cancelled. It didn't seem worth going home to change. You don't mind, do you dears?"
Samantha smiled, ever the gracious host. "Of course not, Evie. Have a seat and I'll get us some drinks."
"Heath will help you serve, dear."
"Oh, I don't…" Samantha started.
"Yes, Mistress," Heath nodded, already at her side as Evie led John to the small seating area.
Drinks served, they settle in to quiet conversation, only the sight of Evie sitting on Heath's lap, her hands absently petting his hair, toying with his collar and ropes a reminder that they were anything other than any of the other couples they'd visited with all evening.
A soft chuckle bubbled up. She couldn't have timed Cena's proposal more perfectly if she'd planned it herself. The Ice Bitch removed herself from the competition with that acceptance on national television.
Not that Maria could imagine that there was actually anything mutual between Everett and Samantha Noelle. He was just infatuated. That would fade soon enough, once he saw that she, Maria, was the perfect woman for him.
She would bide her time. Make herself indispensible. Take care of his every need. But not push for anything more. Yet. And tomorrow? Tomorrow it might be a good idea if his cellphone were conveniently misplaced on the bus. If she made sure the battery ran down and tucked it deep down between the cushions of his seat, with any luck it would take days for anyone to find it. Meaning all his calls would have to be filtered through her.
But that is for tomorrow. Tonight… tonight she would leave her adjoining door unlocked and sleep in the nude. Just in case.
--
Samantha pressed her hand against John's chest reinforcing the slight distance between them as he pulled back from the kiss.
"Would you mind if I stayed here tonight?"
She drew a deep breath, scrambling for an acceptable refusal, when she heard an unexpected voice behind her.
"Samantha?"
She spun around John, seeing Evie and Heath exiting the doors of her building.
"Jarvis told us you were out. We thought maybe you and Everett had forgotten our plans for this evening…" Evie's voice trailed off slightly as she noticed John for the first time, standing with his arm protectively around Samantha's shoulder. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him up and down. "I'm sorry," she turned sharp eyes on Samantha, "are we interrupting something? Where is your M-…"
"Everett's out on a shoot for work," Samantha spoke quickly, cutting off Evie's question. "John, this is one of my oldest friends, Evie, and her husband Heath." Samantha blurted the stilted introduction, "Evie, this is John. My…"
"Her fiancé," John cut in smoothly, with a possessive smile.
Evie's mouth dropped open, eyes widening, looking from Samantha to John and back again. "I'm sorry, her what?"
Samantha smiled tremulously, grateful that John was standing behind her as she blinked up at Evie, lost. "John proposed tonight. At the Make-A-Wish Gala. On national television. With the help of a little wish recipient named Caroline." She lifted her shaking hand to show off the stunning ring he'd placed on her finger.
Evie looked deeply into Samantha's eyes, recognizing the lost little girl look immediately. "Oh, Sam," she wrapped her arms around Samantha, pulling her trembling form into a tight hug, whispering, "it will all be okay. Have a little faith in your Master."
Samantha shook her head sadly. "I already tried to explain. He texted that he hoped we would be happy together. When I tried to call him, Maria answered his phone and he was in the shower." She blinked back tears. "He's finished with me Evie, and I don't know what to do."
Evie glanced over to see John and Heath in quiet conversation. She smiled her gratitude at her perceptive husband who'd just earned himself a reward later tonight. She turned back to Samantha. "What do you want to do?" She wrapped her fingers around Samantha's arms. "Do you trust your Master?"
"I- I don't know! I want to." Samantha's eyes dropped. "But Maria…"
"Do you trust her more than you trust your Master?"
"No! I wouldn't trust that bitch as far as I could throw her," Samantha growled.
"But you believe her?"
"Well… no… I…" Samantha looked up, eyes wide. "Why did I not question?"
"Do you want to marry John?"
"I don't want to hurt John." Samantha's shoulders dropped. "He's so sweet and kind and such a gentleman. Any woman would be lucky to marry him."
"But do you want to?"
Samantha sighed. "John could never make me happy and I don't think I could make him happy either. He has no idea…"
Evie raised a sharp eyebrow, still waiting for her answer.
Blushing, Samantha whispered, "there's only one man I could ever marry." She lifted her fingers to her throat, caressing the chain and lock hidden under the high collar of her dress. Her smile faded. "but he'll never ask me to marry him."
Pressing a finger under Samantha's chin, forcing her eyes up, Evie grinned, "and where is it written that you can't ask him?"
Samantha's eyes flew open wide, her mouth dropping, "But he's… I'm…"
"Did you think Heath wasn't the one who proposed to me?" Evie looked fondly over at her husband, then back to Samantha. "Perhaps we still should go upstairs for that visit? Don't you think it's time for John to learn a little more about the woman he's proposed to?"
"Evie…" Samantha shook her head.
"Nothing too dramatic dear. Just a bit of an eye-opening." Evie turned away, speaking up. "Heath, dear, we're going to go up for that drink after all."
Heath looked over and silently acknowledged the order underneath the words. He smiled. "Yes, ma'am."
Samantha caught John's slightly puzzled smile as they turned to walk through the doors toward the Penthouse elevator.
The private elevator dinged, doors opening to release them and Samantha led the way to her door, slipping her key into the lock and opening the door wide. As coats were removed, Samantha's eyes goggled and John started to cough.
Evie smiled, admiring the ropes criss-crossed over Heath's bare chest. "oh, we had a previous engagement that was unexpectedly cancelled. It didn't seem worth going home to change. You don't mind, do you dears?"
Samantha smiled, ever the gracious host. "Of course not, Evie. Have a seat and I'll get us some drinks."
"Heath will help you serve, dear."
"Oh, I don't…" Samantha started.
"Yes, Mistress," Heath nodded, already at her side as Evie led John to the small seating area.
Drinks served, they settle in to quiet conversation, only the sight of Evie sitting on Heath's lap, her hands absently petting his hair, toying with his collar and ropes a reminder that they were anything other than any of the other couples they'd visited with all evening.