“Yes?”
“Please text your guys, so they don’t think I killed you or something. Let them know what’s going on.” Left unsaid, in case the worst-case happens and he does die.
When his smile fades, I sense he knows exactly what I mean. “I will.” He drops his blazer on the closet floor and leans in for a kiss. “Oh, here.” He hands me the key fob to the Audi, his hotel key card, and his wallet. “Please, do me a favor and pick me up a few things for tomorrow night, so I don’t have to go back to my room later.”
I stare at the items. “You…just handed me yourwallet.”
“Yes, I did.” He smirks, toes off his loafers, and starts to unfasten his cuffs so he can roll up his sleeves. Holyfuck, that’s sexy, watching him do that. “I trust you.”
“This is…yourwallet.”
“Yes.” His smile widens. “Use the black Amex. It’s a corporate card. Buy yourself something pretty, sweetheart. Anything you wish. Dress, shoes, engagement ring, Porsche, a house.”
He’s smiling, but his eyes have darkened in his intensity.
I smile. “Nice try. Mojoing doesn’t work on me, buddy.”
“Dammit,” he mutters. Then he sighs. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
I chuckle and lean in for yet another kiss. “I’ll go after I’ve slept. Tell them it’ll be probably one or two in the afternoon.” What I leave unsaid is that I want to stay here this morning and pray my walk-in closet is safe enough.
Because it’ll fucking destroy my heart if it’s not, and I don’t even know when he slipped in there.
Into my heart, that is.
Sneaky, fanged fuck.
He nods. “I will.” We stare at each other for a long moment as the sky continues to lighten. “Please, don’t panic when I stop responding. I can usually stay up a while after dawn, but eventually, I do succumb and have to sleep.”
“Like the dead.”
“Yes.” He unbuttons his vest. “I’m sorry I miscalculated.” He smirks and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “I actually carry a black body bag when I go on road trips, just in case.”
“Just in case?”
“It’s a heavy, rubber one. Light proof. In case there are any light leaks in my hotel room. Unfortunately, I don’t have one in the Audi.” He nods to the key fob in my hand. “Please, drive that today.”
“You’re dying to buy me a new car, aren’t you?”
“Duh.”
I take a deep breath. Ireallyneed to close the door. “I did have a good night. Thank you.”
“Here’s hoping I make it to date number three.”
“And a home run.” I smile, earning me one in return. This kiss sweetly lingers and is filled with longing.
It’d be so easy to try to blame this on him using his thrall on me, except that’s not the case.
He can’t.
This isme, andhim, and it’s scary as frickinghellbecause it’sreal.
Nothing ever works out for me. Why should this?
Whycan’tthis?
I shut the door, make sure it’s securely closed, and then stuff towels all along the bottom of the door. I don’t even have tape or anything I can run along the doorjamb.
