Submitting to Him by Alysha Ellis Page A

Blair would have been a general, controlling battles and directing the movement of thousands of troops and weapons.
    The purchase of this hotel was different. This was to be a personal project, not for Blair but for Elise. The final decision would rest with her. She had a choice to make, both about the hotel, and about something more immediate and compelling.
    Nick opened the curtains to reveal whitewashed walls, wide windows open to the astonishing Greek light, hand-crafted wood and iron-framed furniture, upholstered in traditionally patterned fabrics. Everything was exquisite in design, masterful in craftsmanship, immaculate in presentation.
    “Do you like it?” Blair asked.
     “Very much.” Her glance took in the room and the tall, handsome manager still standing by the window. The bright sunshine threw his face into shadow. She couldn’t read his expression but his rigid posture radiated tension. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. Nick’s sudden intake of breath, clearly audible in the silence, made her smile.
    “If there is anything you need, anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please don’t hesitate to contact me,” Nick said, his words so fast they almost ran into each other. “I’ll attend to your needs personally, at any time, day or night.”
    With one last, intense look from Elise to Blair, he strode out of the room.
    Blair sat down on the sofa, settled himself against the generously padded cushions and stacked his hands behind his head. “Well?” he asked.
    “Oh, I think so,” Elise replied. “I think I’m going to like this hotel very much indeed.”
    “The manager seemed very attentive,” Blair said, gazing intently into her eyes.
    Elise didn’t answer. She turned her back, lifted a foot onto the bed, hiked up her skirt and bent over to remove her black stiletto and slowly rolled her stocking down her leg.
    Blair moved behind her. “Here, let me help you,” he whispered. He reached into the special case that had been placed on the stand nearby. After a few moments he patted her on the bottom and said, “Are you hungry? I’ll order something from room service. Wait in the bedroom.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Blair watched his wife saunter out. Her calm self-confidence, her belief in her power and attractiveness made him rock hard…as it always did.
    He picked up the internal phone and dialled. It didn’t surprise him when the hotel manager himself answered. When Nick had shown them the suite, especially the bedroom Blair had picked up the signs of the man’s interest. The faint tang of aroused male was subtle but still discernible. Blair wasn’t the only one who found Elise attractive.
    Blair’s brilliance at reading other people had helped him amass his vast fortune. Nick’s fascination with Elise could be used in ways Nick wouldn’t have imagined. All Blair had to do was lead him in the right direction.
    The first step was to get him thinking about Elise. “My wife has refined tastes and is bored by the dull and everyday. What local products would you recommend that might stimulate her senses?”
    There was a moment’s pause, then Nick said, “I’ll have our chefs construct a meal.” He paused again. “If you’re happy to accept my recommendations.”
    “Elise will be keen to discover what you can give her,” Blair replied.
    The knock sounded on the door twenty minutes later. Blair opened it to find Nick standing there with the waiter. Oh yes, so easy to lead. If he continued to respond so well, the night looked very promising.
    “Since the decision about the menu was mine, I wanted to be sure you found the meal satisfactory,” Nick said and stepped over the threshold.
    The waiter rolled the cart inside and under Nick’s critical gaze, set out the meal. When everything was ready, Nick nodded a brief dismissal. The waiter shut the door behind him and Nick turned to Blair. His quick, searching glance around the room didn’t go as unnoticed as he