God, I hated when people called me “ma’am.” I gave a small smile, said hello, and then Simon inserted a key where the elevator took us to the top floor: the thirtieth floor. When the doors opened, I was in awe of the elegance that stood before me. It was the presidential suite, which was the entire floor.

“Wow, Simon. This is gorgeous.”

“I bet you’ve never seen anything like it. Have you?”

“No. I haven’t.” I walked over to the window and gasped at the view of the city.

Suddenly, I felt two hands grab my hips from behind and hot breath trailing along my neck. I stiffened.

“Relax, Gabrielle. I just want to be close to you. You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his soft lips touched my skin.” A moan escaped his throat as his grip tightened. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I was so turned on and all I kept hearing was G’s voice in my head, telling me to play the game. No attachment. Just sex. No emotion. Just sex.

“Simon,” I whispered.

“Yes.” His tongue slid along my neck and to the tip of my earlobe.

“We need to talk.”

Kisses came to a halt. “Talk? About what?”

I loosened myself from his grip and began to walk across the room. “Stuff. Things. I don’t know. There are things you don’t know. Things I’m not comfortable talking about with someone like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He walked over to where I was standing and lightly ran the back of his hand across my cheek. “You can tell me anything.”

My heart was pounding and my body felt like it was engulfed in flames. I took his hand from my face. My intention was to let it go and walk away, but I couldn’t. I liked the way his skin felt on mine.

“I’m not experienced.”

“Gabrielle, are you talking about sex?”

I nodded my head.

“What did he do to you?”

“Nothing. Sex was awful. For six years, we did it the same way. Always him on top and with the lights off.” I spoke nervously.

“Did he pleasure you?”

“I can’t talk about this with you,” I pleaded.

Simon sighed and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me into a tight and warm embrace. “You have nothing to worry about with me. I’m going to ask you one question and I want an honest answer,” he said as he broke our embrace. “Look at me, Gabrielle.”

I couldn’t. I was too embarrassed and scared about what he was going to ask me.

“I’ll ask you one last time to look at me.” He lifted my chin. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”