Chapter 4:
Eric forced her down the hallway, gun pointed at her back. "Show us somewhere we can stay for the night." Easy enough. At least he's not trying to kill me yet.
She calmly led him and his men towards the elevators, where he got in with her. She tried her best to ignore his proximity and the way his muscular frame towered over hers. She pushed the button for the eleventh floor. Once the elevator opened, she led them down to the guest suites and let them inside, letting them know she'd show them the kitchens in the morning.
"Thank you," Eric replied. "What's your name?"
What was he up to? Why did he want to know her name? She decided to just give him her first name - less to identify her with. "Alissa," she replied.
"Alissa," he repeated, his deep, rich, masculine voice seductively hissing the Sses. Alissa felt a thrill of erotic pleasure at hearing his heavenly voice pronounce her name, like a promise of greater things to come. He leaned over and brushed her hair off her shoulder, and Alissa swore she shivered a little bit at his touch. She had to get out of here. This man - this man who could very well be her killer - was affecting her way too much.
She quickly turned on her heel and walked out, headed towards her own room. Technically she was still on the clock but she figured Candor had bigger things to worry about at this point than their receptionist. There she managed to pleasure herself, moaning Eric's name and visualizing his strong, rough hands dominating her body. Alissa had had her share of fantasies about the men here in Candor, but none that had ever been so strong as to bring her to such a tantamount of self-pleasure. Finishing, Alissa relaxed into her bedsheets, determined to pretend that this man - this beautiful hunk of a man - meant nothing to her. She knew it was a lie, but surely if you believed a lie enough, it became the truth, right? For her sake, Alissa certainly hoped so.