<div style="text-align: justify;">The person who had picked up the phone listened to what Diane had to say and talked to someone quietly, asking them to get Marie. She then turned her attention back to the phone. “Yes, Madame, of course”, she replied, in a heavily accented, but understandable, English. “Will you please confirm the room number and place your order? There is a menu inside the first drawer in your bedside table, and everything in it is currently available”, the woman stated politely, waiting for Diane to make her choice. <br/><br/>While she waited, Marie - the kindly lady who had talked to Shane earlier - had come from the linen room, where she was keeping herself busy, and was waiting for the order to go to the kitchen and see that it was prepared.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***************************************</div><br/><br/>Pierre was thrilled. It had been a lot easier than he had expected to trap Martin into his web. He had expected the Actor to be somewhat suspicious, or to take longer to give in. Martin’s fight with Diane had been providential, since it had left the man much more open to a seduction and deception than he would have otherwise been. It was ironic that he owed to the person who had taken many pains to keep Martin’s secret the possibility he had of exposing it now. <br/><br/>Smiling when Martin replied positively to his question and started pulling off his shirt, Pierre cooperated right away. The Frenchman waited for his shirt to be off and then pulled Martin’s off as well. Pierre had a lean and toned torso, the kind one would expected from a man who took good care of himself. There was a small tattoo on the inner side of Pierre’s wrist - a small infinity symbol. Other than that, there were no other markings on the young man’s body.<br/><br/>Pierre took a good look at Martin and couldn’t help but smile. “You look amazing”, he whispered softly. “I will enjoy each moment we have together here”. That he would, of course. And he could have added that he would have missed Martin when he went home, but… of course, Martin would never get to go home.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***************************************</div><br/><br/>The Lady was beyond disgusted with Rich. The man was such a pig she had no idea how any woman could be with him on a long term basis. Hell, she couldn’t even understand why someone hadn’t killed the Agent yet. She had spent less than one hour with the man and she felt like doing it already. The only thing that made her able to wait was to know that she would have her chance.<br/><br/>Massaging Rich made strangling him very tempting, but the Lady managed to resist. <br/><br/>When the agent said it was his turn, the Lady nearly sighed in relief. She was getting sick of having to touch the man. She would now only have to pretend to enjoy his touch. “Enjoy”, she murmured when Rich said it was his turn.<br/><br/>Letting herself be pushed on her back, the Lady smiled. She would have to pretend she wasn’t disgusted by Rich, but it was for a good cause. Closing her eyes, the young woman sighed when Rich started kissing her. Well, he might be - and was - a major bastard, but at least he knew what he was doing.<br/><br/>“Don’t stop, my King…” she murmured, her hands gripping the bedsheets. “I am all yours”.</div>