Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I rock my hips against him, causing his erection to grow more pronounced. His hands possessively lock onto my ass, his fingers biting into my hips.
The car halts. We’ve reached my destination.
I swallow again, trying to cover my panting desperation for more.
“I hope that improved your day a little,” I taunt with a smile as I slide off him.
He laughs and watches me narrowly as I grab my carry-on.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“That’s my line,” he says, and shifts his position as he adjusts himself in his slacks and follows me out.
Wow. What a gentleman.
He heads to the back of the trunk and removes my suitcase. “That’s really not necessary. But thank you,” I tell him, taking my bag.
He grabs his own case, and my eyes widen when he pulls out a bill and pays the driver. I gape at him. “Umm, what are you—”
“Sara, thank goodness!” Carly interrupts, coming up behind us. “Here, I’ll bring this in for you.” She grabs my bag while eyeing the hot motherfucker I rode in with.
“Who is he?” she gushes, shooting a look past my shoulder as we shuffle inside.
“Nobody. And you’re going to owe me big time,” I growl under my breath.
As I settle in behind the concierge desk, my gaze follows his movements. I watch him check in at the VIP counter. Then he walks across the lobby toward me. When I realize where he is headed, my heart starts drumming crazily again.
He reaches my desk and leans forward. I didn’t think it was possible, but he looks hotter and taller from where I am standing.
“You’re an interesting discovery, aren’t you?” he says, unsmiling but obviously curious.
“I’ve existed for a long time; you didn’t discover me.”
“Oh, but I have. Or you me.”
Maybe he’s right. It feels like my existence was all so dull and monotonous until I climbed into the back of this guy’s cab.
“I’m tired. Had a long day. I was going out to get a glass of wine and a light dinner before heading off to bed. Would you join me?” He raises his brows.
“I’m on the clock until midnight.”
“I understand. What time do you have free tomorrow?”
“I’m covering for a friend, so not until 9 p.m.”
He nods and walks off.
Boo. He must not be as interested as I thought. Suddenly I want to wail.
Instead, I pull myself together and get busy behind the desk. I field a couple of calls regarding tickets to Broadway, directions to a restaurant, and in-room Netflix access.
I am finishing up with a family when the phone rings. I’m the only concierge on the night shift tonight, so I leap up to answer.
“Concierge, this is Sara speaking.”
“Here’s the thing. At 12:01 a.m. sharp I want you upstairs, in my room. Pantyless. Braless. And with that sexy smile of yours. Oh, and wear your hair down.”
“I’m sorry, Mr.… Who is this?” I know exactly who it is, but I want to tease him. And I want to know his name.
“Just be there. Dinner and drinks will no longer do.”
“Oh, I’m sorry your evening has been—”
“I’ll allow you to appease me in my room.”
“I apologize, but I’m swamped.” In my panties. “But there’s room at the hotel restaurant if you’d like to come down for dinner,” I say as professionally as I can and hang up with trembling hands.
When he walks down to the lobby ten minutes later, he is bathed and dressed in a navy blue button shirt and dark slacks. Our eyes lock, my nipples pebble, and my mouth waters.
“Hello. Directions to Daniel, please.”
His features are chiseled to perfection, more noticeable now that he has slicked his hair back behind his forehead.
“Of course,” I say, impressed by his dining choice there. He watches me as I take out a map and mark the restaurant’s location with a red X. It’s been a while since I’ve given out a paper map. With GPS so prevalent, it’s allowed concierges to focus on other things.
Like how truly dark his eyes are, and how deeply I sense them watching me from under his lashes. He leans forward as I hand him the map, and the cologne on his skin teases my lungs into breathing a little faster. His hand fully covers mine, and crackles race up my arm and somehow down my legs.
He acts as if he doesn’t notice my reaction and casually pockets the map.
“Tomorrow then, at nine.” He shoots me a look that promises every single wicked delight reflected in his eyes to happen tomorrow at nine.
I clench my legs behind the counter and try to keep my heart from kicking in my chest. Damn, I wish I weren’t working tonight so I could work on him and his gorgeous body right now.
“If you can manage not to have fun without me until then. That means no coming by yourself or with anyone else,” I whisper at him surprisingly.