“Wow, you have thought of everything.”
“I like to plan ahead, but if there is anything you need or want. Ask me and if I’m not available, Ernest will be here. Would you like to freshen up before dinner?”
“Yes, that would be wonderful.”
“Great, I’ll do the same, but first I’m going to explore the suite. Our dinner reservation will be in two hours.” He pulled her closer. This kiss was chaste compared to the ones on the plane, but it seemed her body was already primed to his touch. The moment he stepped away; she pressed her fingers to her lips.
Seraphina, watched him explore for a moment. Evan moved around with the cane in front of him. Once in a while, he’d stop to incline his head, no doubt listening to the information the cane transmitted. It was amazing how quickly the advancements in technology occurred when the CEO of a software company lost his sight. She headed off to find her room. It was an easy task as both doors were open. Spotting her suitcase, she stepped into her room. Wow, it was spacious. It boasted a spectacular view of Chicago’s skyline. She’d always meant to visit the city but had never gotten around to it. Maybe she would get a moment to sightsee before they left.
The washroom was beautiful. It was literally her dream bathroom. She’d done renovations to her place when she moved in, but no way she could have done anything so extensive. One, she didn’t have the space, and two, she didn’t have the funds. Her salary was decent, but she worked for a non-profit organization. With her degrees, she could have a role that paid far more, but she was passionate about assisting those without sight. How could she not be? Growing up, she lived in a house where both parents were blind.
The huge soaking bathtub called to her. Evan said it was two hours until dinner. She could take a nice long soak, or she could take a shower, followed by a little nap. Choices, choices. They would be out late. She’d been up early, worked all day, and the night before her sleep was fleeting as anticipation played keep away with her sleep. A nap would be wise. Plus, the shower had jets coming from all directions. It would help her relax. Shower it was.
She planned on taking a longer shower, but ended up rushing through it. Lathering her body was torturous. All she could imagine was Evan’s touch replacing hers. It took effort not to bring herself to completion. Seraphina did not know how vivid her imagination was. She could practically feel his touch. God, she wanted it. She rushed through her shower, making sure she was clean. The torture didn’t end there. Applying lotion to her skin brought on another bout of torment. It was fair to say her body was beyond ready. She slipped on the cozy robe. It was so fluffy. It felt like being wrapped in a cloud. She had stayed at regular Lancaster hotels. However, it was her first time at a Lancaster Ambassador. This was how the other half lived.
The attempt at a nap wasn’t a success. Just as she would drift off into slumber, Seraphina would find herself completely awake. Despite the luxury of the bedding, she couldn’t settle down. Eventually, she gave up on tossing and turning. Maybe she could do something useful and pick out her outfit for dinner. Her outfit for the club was already selected. Roxanne had helped her with it. It was far more revealing than she would have normally selected, but this one was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Unsure what the dress code was for the restaurant, Seraphina set out to ask Evan. Maybe she could have looked up the information online, but then she wouldn’t have an excuse to visit him. She walked over to the door that joined their rooms and knocked. Evan didn’t answer. She walked away and then came and tried again.
“Hey Seraphina,” He called. “Everything all right?” He asked as he opened the door.
Oh, my goodness! She almost choked on her spit. Seraphina hadn’t expected Evan’s body to look like a man twenty years his junior. She knew he took good care of himself, but this was the next level. The definition was mouth-watering. Without a shirt, he was all sculpted muscle and tattoos. The cherry on top of the already delicious sundae were his pierced nipples. He wore joggers low on his hips displaying an Adonis belt–
“Seraphina?” Evan called, snapping her from her visual inspection/ adoration.
“Sorry. Gosh, I can’t remember what I wanted to ask you.”
He sounded amused as he responded. “Why don’t I leave the door open and when you remember, you can come over and ask me?”
ChapterSix
EVAN
Evan wasn’t under any illusion of what he looked like. Before he lost his sight, he’d put in many hours with his trainer to ensure his body was in top physical shape. Since the loss, he’d pushed himself even harder. It felt like something he still had control over, so he exerted a lot of effort to sculpt his body. It was well worth it to hear Seraphina lose her train of thought. Evan smiled as he walked away from the open door.
He went back to listening to the biography. Earlier he’d attempted to work, but with Seraphina next door, it had been a futile endeavour. Especially with the memory of the kisses they had shared.
There was even more chemistry between them than he had expected. He could not walk away after their experience. In the process, it was important not to offend her. His last attempt had cost him a year.
The knock was tentative. It was just like Seraphina to knock, even though he had left the door open. She was a huge fan of propriety. He was hoping he could help her shed it.
“Evan?” He stood to greet her. “I remembered why I had stopped by earlier.”
“Hmm, why did you stop by?” He inquired.
“I wanted to know the dress code for the restaurant tonight.”
“I’m sure whatever you’re wearing will be fine.” It was fine dining, but they wouldn’t say anything to him or his guests, regardless of what they wore. From what he recalled, Seraphina was conservative, especially in her attire.
Laughter bubbled as she answered. “Mm. I very much doubt it.”
Her answer was interesting and piqued his interest. He had been moving closer to her as she spoke. He was in touching distance. “Why would it be?” He had to ask because if left to his imagination, he would conjure up an image of her in something far too sexy for anyone to be seeing… besides himself, of course.
“Well… I’m currently wrapped up in a robe.” She answered.
Evan took a step back and reached for her hand. She didn’t make him wait. She placed her hand into his immediately. He tugged her, so that she was flush against him. “Well, the robe might raise questions.” He loosened the belt of the robe.
“Most definitely.” Evan slipped his hands inside, circling her waist. Her skin was so warm and smooth. She inhaled sharply, held it, and released her breath, measured, controlled. “In that case, I take back what I said. You shouldn’t go to dinner in what you are wearing.”
