An Unexpected Engagement

Chapter 109

- What the fuck are you doing, Natasha?

I turn when I hear Steve's voice and he is staring at me in utter horror as he walks out of the bathroom.

- Come Steve, do it too, isn't it amazing?

I turn and slam another egg out the window.

- Did you freak out for good? Why are you throwing eggs out the window, Natasha?

- It's a local custom, I think! I saw it on the internet, a rich Brazilian throwing an egg out of the window! Isn't it fun?

- So as to! Where the hell did you see something as outrageous as that and think it was serious?

- But it's serious! Her name is Narcisa whatever. She's like a Brazilian noblewoman, the Lady Di of Rio de Janeiro!

- And she throws eggs at people?

- Yes! I know, it sounds a bit bizarre, but I imagine it's a local custom, we can't judge...

- If she does that, she's crazy.

- She is very fine and chic and not crazy! If she eggs people, it must be something fancy around here! Things rich people do. I saw it on YouTube...

- For God's sake, Natasha, it was probably some prank video! Now drop this egg, where did you get that?

- Ordered for room service. By the way, they are very polite and didn't even get mad when I said gracias instead of... how do you say it here? Anyway, I think I should learn to speak Portuguese when I go back to London, what do you think, Steve?

- I think you should stop inventing and at least try not to drive me crazy.

- You're being boring with me, I thought this trip was like a honeymoon trip.

- Well, it could be... - He approaches and removes the towel from his waist and my goodness! Sometimes I forget how handsome Steve is. And this guy is all mine. Boring as hell most of the time, workaholic and keeps calling me crazy - which I'm not. But a big yummy.

- Muy guapo - I joke, pulling him to me and Steve laughs throwing me on the bed.

- It's not Spanish, Natasha.

- Whatever! You understood. Now take off my clothes.

Steve takes off my pants and I shiver as he runs hot kisses up my thigh and... Knocks on the door. Open your eyes. Steve for the movement.

- Did you hear that? - Steve asks.

- Yes... should have put do not disturb on the door! Does not attend. - I pull him to me.

Steve laughs as I flip him over on the bed and climb on top of him and take off his bra. He fills his hands on my breasts.

- Do you think I'll look good in those tiny samba bikinis, Steve? Or, I know, I can do those body paints I saw on the internet, glitter and all. - I lower my head, distributing kisses on Steve's belly and... Knock on the door again, this time more insistent. - What the hell, is the hotel on fire? - I exclaim.

- I doubt it, go on... - Steve pushes my head down.

- No Steve, could it really be on fire and if we are found charred, I have my mouth on your dick? Can you imagine that?

Steve rolls his eyes and lifts me off him, pulling on the hotel robe and I pull the sheet up to cover me.

- Let's hope there are some welcome drinks! - I blink excitedly and Steve laughs.

- I'll take you out for drinks after you finish your service, wife.

He pulls away and opens the door.

- Hello, boss.

- Peggy?

Peggy?

I jump to my feet in horror, wrapping myself in the sheet, hearing that perfect little voice thinking I must be crazy. But I'm not. Who is standing in the doorway of our bedroom, her breasts squeezed into a tiny bikini and a see-through sarong covering her bottom, or not covering it at all.

Margaret (Peggy) Camilla Parker. Steve's slutty secretary. To mean.

Steve's secretary. I do not use pejorative terms to refer to another woman, after all, we are in the 21st century, a time of sorority and...

What the fuck is that bitch with the Disney princess smile and the playmate body doing in our hotel, on our trip, during our fucking sex?