Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“Yes, thank you,” I say.
“I appreciate that.” He dips his chin. “Can I get you anything else?”
Tate shakes his head. “I think we’re calling it a night. Thanks again.”
“Have an enjoyable rest of your night,” Sean says.
Tate stands, stalking around the corner of the table like a predator on the loose.
I hitch a breath, holding it as his fingertips slide across the top of my exposed back. A chill races down my spine at the contact, and I struggle not to moan. He pulls out my chair, and I get to my feet, bringing my rose and purse with me as I rise.
He’s a wall of muscle behind me as his lips lower to my ear.
“Are you ready to get fucked, Miss Kapowski?” he whispers just loud enough for me to hear.
“My room is across the hotel.”
“Mine is directly above us.”
“Yours, it is.”
His laugh is low as he takes my hand, laces our fingers together—grabs the pie—and guides me out of the restaurant.
Chapter Seven
Tate
“Oh, wow,” Kelly says as she enters my hotel suite.
I let the door close softly behind me, then scan the room myself. Wow, indeed.
Astrid outdid herself.
A massive bouquet of deep red roses, matching the one I gave Kelly, has been placed on the center of the coffee table. The lights have been slightly dimmed, creating a moodier backdrop for the flickering candles scattered on various furniture pieces. Faint music—light but sexy—sets the perfect atmosphere.
Kelly moves gracefully across the room, and naturally, my eyes are glued to the curve of her hips beneath the soft black fabric of her dress. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. My fingers have itched to dip beneath the hem—to feel her smooth skin against my palms—since I spotted her in front of Ruma. There’s so much to explore with her, on her, and inside her, and I want to experience it all so badly I can taste it.
“Remember when we were on the plane and you asked me whose side I was on?” Kelly glances at me over her shoulder. “You or your boss’s?”
“Yeah.”
“I told you then I was neutral.” She winks. “But I’ve changed my mind. I’m on your boss’s side now.”
“Excuse me?” I chuckle, tossing the blueberry pie on the sofa. It hits the cushion with a thud. “That sounds like a challenge.”
She shrugs, peering across the darkened city. “This view is amazing—much better than my little window looking out on the rooftop of the building below.” She laughs softly. “If your company is ever hiring, remember me.”
I fight a smile. “I do have quite a bit of pull.” I step behind her, lowering my mouth to her ear again. “And I can be very persuasive.”
Goose bumps spread across her skin like wildfire. She hitches a breath, her body leaning against mine as if on instinct. I press my erection into her so she can feel how hard I am already.
“I have a feeling that you don’t have to work too hard to get what you want from people,” she says, moving her ass slowly against me.
I suck in a breath through my teeth.
Her perfume scents the air, taunting me with its warmth and sweetness. It triggers a need to touch, to connect. Every cell in my body is drawn to her, and I fear I’ll be unable to satisfy this craving.
But I don’t want to give in … yet.
Delayed gratification makes things so much better.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask, turning toward the small kitchenette near the door—needing to put some distance between us. My cock hates me right now. I remove two champagne flutes from a small tray that Astrid arranged. “I have champagne, and it looks like a bottle of red wine.”
An amused grin slips across her lips. “Do you always have a convenient bottle of champagne in your work suites? And a bouquet of roses?” She glances at the buds exploding from the vase in front of her. “And candles?”
“I do when I ask for them.”
She nods slowly, and I can see the wheels turning in her head.
I’m sure she’s wondering how the pieces of this puzzle fit together because I’m supposed to be a regular, but extremely handsome, guy. But regular guys wouldn’t have the means to pull all this off. I can do it because of my bank account and Astrid. But I can’t tell Kelly that. I can’t answer the questions rolling around her brain because she’d learn my last name. She’d know I’m a Brewer. While I’m not embarrassed by that, many people associate it with our dad now—and we’re guilty by association. That’s one battle I don’t want to fight tonight.
“Let me get this straight,” she says, resting her hip against a chair. “You get to the hotel this afternoon, and find God knows how many roses. Then you order champagne before waiting outside of Ruma?”