Traveller Inceptio
53

What experience Mae lacked because of her conservative, Korean upbringing, she made up with passion. Hunter was surprised to learn she had planned their evening for some time, having booked the room, champagne and strawberries while purchasing lingerie that he was positive wasn’t readily available in North Korea. Mae was breathtakingly lovely and, it seemed, a very naughty girl.

Though aged in her mid-20s, she told Hunter she had never been allowed to have a real boyfriend, especially a non-Korean. As they lay, sweaty and exhausted, Mae confided it was only since they had left Korea to live in the United States that she had allowed herself to become a sexual being, taking her first lover in a guilt-ridden tryst only eighteen months earlier. Hunter looked at her in the candlelight, her lean, muscled body, her black hair a dark fan over the white satin sheets. He recognised her life had been similar to his. Theirs was each a life of discipline. However, her life was dominated by a father who treated her as his puppet, using her unique beauty and skill as a focal point to his own desires for fame and influence.

They spoke quietly as they snuggled, and Hunter found Mae unusually chatty, as far as one area of her life was concerned. “I do miss Korea. So beautiful, and it is my home. But now, it’s not a nice place. Even the South is not like here, so I had to escape,” she muttered quietly.

“Escape?” questioned Hunter.

“Yes! Escape from too many rules, escape from being too famous, and escape from him,” she emphasised as she rolled over onto her tummy and rested on Hunter’s chest. From where he lay, her back and bottom were creamy perfection.

Hunter felt as relaxed as only repeated, strenuous sex can achieve and he ran a gentle finger down the length of her spine, which had the desired effect as she shivered in delight. “Escape from your father?” he asked dreamily.

“Yes. Too many rules and my father is like a king. There was nothing I could do until I visited America. Then my eyes became open.” She smiled.

“So you like the West?” asked Hunter.

She rolled onto her back to lay on the satin sheets. “Oh YES! There is so much sex in the West. I had the money and the fame, but I could not even have sex. It would have been a scandal, but here I can do what I want.” She rolled again to her stomach. “I never even saw porn until almost two years ago. Never! I thought, they can do these things, so can I!”

Hunter laughed. “So did you?”

“Yes! Everything! You don’t know what it’s like to be in chains when it comes to your body or sex. Here I can do anything or anyone, if I’m discreet. I spent many hard, tough years training in the martial arts, so I thought that I could spend a few years training in the arts of sex.” she smiled. “I went to special clubs and had sex with women, and many men at once. I did everything. Here, if you have the money and beauty, you can do anything.”

Hunter looked to her porcelain-perfect face. Her dark eyes and blush of rose on her cheeks belied her reality, for she wore a facade that was as much a weapon as a form of defence. “Well, your training shows.”

Mae giggled her little-girl giggle and snuggled up to him as he was about to fall into an exhausted sleep. “Yes, it was fun, but you can’t do that forever,” she confessed. “In the end, I guess I’m like most girls. I like to know I can be in control if I want, that I can have a choice, but in the end I would like to have a relationship. To have just sex is easy.”

Hunter grunted, for the evening had been more like a sexual collision, but he held her close as they dozed.

The next morning, when Hunter emerged from their room, he was sore and famished. He very much looked forward to their gourmet five-course breakfast in the quaint dining room that, he had been told, was at least four hundred years old. After a night of mindless sex with a beautiful woman, Hunter was in high spirits and ready to relish an excellent day.

As they entered the dining room, the only other guests exited through the narrow doorway to the tiny, informal reception area. He pulled out the chair for Mae, who looked pale and demure, as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Taking a large gulp of freshly squeezed orange juice, she gave Hunter a look that implied she had every expectation of working off any calories they consumed at breakfast. He smiled, their hands held across the table, but he became distracted by the couple who had just departed. He walked quickly to the windows and looked out to the small parking area. An attractive, blonde woman, fashionably dressed in jeans, jacket and scarf, climbed into the passenger seat while the handsome man held the door for her. He recognised the man’s blonde ponytail and moustache as Hurley’s. As Hurley walked to the driver’s door, the woman turned and they laughed together as he took his seat and kissed her.

Hunter didn’t recognise her. She looked vaguely familiar, but he was at a loss to recall where he’d seen her. After breakfast they decided to walk around the adjoining scenic property to allow the cold air to clear their heads. Shotgun fire signified a pheasant hunt in progress. They watched with amusement as a couple of birds took shelter in their accommodation grounds, knowing it was safe land. When Christmas window-shopping at one of the twee little villages nearby, Hunter had a flash of inspiration. He knew where he had seen the woman in the car. It wasn’t in casual clothes or even smiling, but in uniform. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Murdoch, oh my God! Hurley’s banging Murdoch!” he blurted inadvertently.

Mae was delighted at the secret. Her delight continued later in the bedroom where Hunter was certain she was determined to injure one of them. By the time they left at midday, Hunter looked forward to the relative comfort of full contact combat or their morning runs. He was in desperate need of sleep before their training regimen resumed the next day. Having such a desirable and beautiful companion was gratifying, he thought, though this girl was sex-mad and could be poison.

They agreed to meet again when Hunter next had a weekend of R&R.

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