Our Pasts Will Be Our Secrets

”Peyton what do you think you’re doing?” Mary jammed a finger in my face.

“It’s not your business, Mary, so get out of my way before I run you over,” I growled at her, shoving her finger out of my face.

“You’re my friend, Peyton, so yes it is my business!” her face started to turn red.

I had to admit she looked sexy when she was angry. If she wasn’t pissing my off right now, I’d probably fuck her against the wall.

“Just get out of my face, okay? You have no right to be jamming your fingers in my face,” though I’d love to be “jamming” something into you, “And demanding to know about my life!”

“I’m trying to help you!” she nearly screamed.

“No, you’re just standing in my way,” I pushed past her and continued walking to… I don’t even remember where I’m going anymore.

“Peyton don’t walk away from me!”

“Watch me, bitch.”

“Mr. Andrews, Mr. Andrews?” a sweet, innocent voice called my name. I felt a small hand shake my shoulders. Slowly, I groaned as I opened my eyes.

“Where are we? Have we landed?” I asked whoever woke me up. She was a petite, young thing. Pretty face, bright blue eyes, pale completion. She had this glass doll appearance about her.

“Yes, sir,” she mumbled, “I’ve been instructed to show you to your room.”

“Room? I don’t get the whole hotel or a mansion or something?” I asked her, “I thought I was staying here by myself.”

“You are, sir. But… um, there is construction on the other floors. Very dangerous,” she avoided eye contact with me – the first sign of lying.

“Oh, dangerous?” I smirked at her, “How dangerous?”

“They’re completely re-doing them. There’s toxic fumes from the construction, awful stuff sir.”

“So I’m getting an entire floor to myself then?” I asked her.

“Yes, of course. The rooms are huge, kinda-like a one-floor house. And you’ll have a beautiful view of the ocean and the rest of the island, of course,” she smiled at me, and these was this far off look in her eyes.

“I prefer the view I have right now to be perfectly honest,” I told her. A blush took over her porcelain face.

“That’s very nice of you, sir,” she told me, “But very inappropriate. I’m not allowed to have sexual affairs with the guests here.”

I scoffed at her, not buying her excuse. “That’s what makes it so thrilling,” I grabbed her by the hip and pulled her over towards me, having her straddle one of my legs. I could see the innocence in her eyes. And the worry.

“I can’t, sir. I have a family-“

“Relax, I’m not going to kill you or anything,” I rolled my eyes. I hate it when girls acted like this. It was like kissing or making out or something like that was going to kill them or rape them or something of that sort.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I took this opportunity to lean in and kiss her.

Her lips were soft and innocent. She was shocked at first, as most of them are when they’re kissed for the first time, then started to kiss me back. That’s when I pulled away – leave her wanting more. It always worked. At least, it almost always worked.

“Care to show me my floor now?”

Her lips pouted, but she nodded. She got off my thigh and turned around. I smacked her ass, playfully of course. She yelped in surprise and turned her head to look at me I only shrugged my shoulders at her, a smirk on my face.

“Right this way, Mr. Anderson,” she lead me off of the private jet and towards this golf caddie.

“Please, Mr. Anderson is my father. Call me Peyton.”

“Yes, sir, Peyton.”