The Stranger in Room 312

Viviana’s POV

"Hello, my name is Imelda, and I'm your client for tonight," I repeated the words my maid had taught me earlier.

There was silence in the dark room accompanying my words, and confusion made my brows knit up.

Clearing my throat, I decided to try again, "Hello, my name is_."

"I heard you the first time, Imelda," a deep, dark voice said, and then a second later, the room was washed in a flood of light as the bulbs came on, revealing a neat, well-decorated room.

And a man standing in the window.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the man. He was like no other man I had ever seen before. This was easily the most gorgeous man on the planet.

Clad in a dark silk shirt and dark pants that enveloped his tall, muscular body, the man gave off a domineering air even without saying a word. His hair was an inky black that was pushed back from his face, revealing a high forehead, dark eyebrows, and a facial structure that I had only ever seen on runway models.

"So, uh, are you supposed to tell me your name?" I asked, wishing I had pressed Imelda for more information.

"Is that necessary?" His mouth curled up at one corner, those dark orbs dragging over me leisurely.

I shivered, something racing down my spine and making my knees feel weak. "I don't actually know," a nervous laughter spilled out of my mouth. "It's your job after all."

One eyebrow hooked up, "My job?"

Heat climbed up my cheeks. "I didn't mean to insult you. I could never judge you for your occupation. But I'm not familiar with this, and I think it's better I leave it to you since you're a professional and all."

He unclasped his hands from behind him and began to prowl forward, making me feel like a helpless prey in a deadly predator's crosshairs. Some pressing emotion was settling at the base of my stomach, and there wasn't enough air in the room.

"And what is it that I'm a professional at?"

I ducked my head shyly as he came to stand before me, and I wondered why he was being so mean to make me say it.

"You know."

He took another step closer, cupping my jaw with one large hand. "As a matter of fact, Imelda, I don't know."

I was suddenly tempted to tell him my real name. I wanted to hear the way his tongue would roll around the four syllables of my name.

"A professional in taking a woman's virginity," I blurted out.

Silence that made me want the floor to open up and swallow me followed my bold declaration. And just when I thought the man would move away and laugh at me for being a stupid, little virgin, he raised my head, and my eyes met his.

They were no longer coal black; now, they burned with a fire that must have been hotter than the fires of hell.

"You want me to take your virginity, Imelda?" He purred, the words sliding over me like silk.

"Y-yes," I whispered, dragging my tongue over my lips, "And I know this is embarrassing, and you probably have thousands of sexier, more experienced women who come to you. And I know I'm the last person you want to... I trailed off, "I'll pay you. I don't know how much they gave you before, but I'll pay you more."

How I was going to get the money, I had no freaking idea. I may have been the granddaughter of a millionaire, but I was no better than a pauper on the streets. I didn't have a bank account or a single penny to my name.

"And if I told you I want a thousand dollars? Are you willing to pay that much?"

Disappointed, I stepped away. "I'm sorry, but I don't have that kind of money."

"If you want this bad enough, you can raise the money and come back," his lips twitched. "Or don't you want to lose your virginity anymore? Have you changed your mind, Tesoro?"

I shook my head. The problem wasn't just that I wanted to lose my virginity. I had to lose it tonight, because by this time tomorrow, I would belong to a monster, and I was sure he would rip my purity from me in the cruelest way possible.

I turned away, fighting back my tears. I had been so stupid to come here. "I'm sorry for wasting your time. I have to go."

His hand wrapped around my waist, and I was suddenly pulled into a hard, hot body and pushed against the wall.

"Where do you think you're going to?" He growled.

"I was just leaving _."

"Let's make one thing clear, Imelda. You're not leaving the room a virgin."

I gasped as his hand began to slide up my thighs, taking my dress along with it. All I could do was stand there, caught between the cold wall and his blazing body, and wait with bated breath for his hand to reach my pulsing center.

"When I walked into this room tonight, I could never have imagined that I'd be getting such a wonderful surprise today."

I swallowed, "Don't try to flatter me."

The dark-haired man chuckled, "One thing you should know about me, Imelda, is that I don't waste my time saying things I don't mean."

His hand cupped my pussy over the black lace panties I had on, and a mewling sound echoed around the room.

"Oh God. Please," I said desperately, hips rocking lightly.

His mouth landed on my neck in an open-mouthed kiss that set my skin ablaze. "You taste so good, Tesoro. I can't wait to taste all of you; I can't wait to make you scream my name."

I wanted to point out that I didn't know his name yet, but just as I opened my mouth, his hungry mouth slammed down on mine, robbing me of breath and all rational thought.