“The kiss, Harley…” He rakes a hand through his hair. “What happened when we got back to my place last Sunday.” He pinches his lips together. “What could’ve happened had it not been for the flurry of text messages…” He pauses. “It was a lot to handle.”
My heart sinks. “I understand. I get it. We live together. You’re my boss now?—”
“There’s still residual guilt that you used to date my ex-stepson.” He blows out a breath. “And there’s the age difference.”
He’s building his case before he pulls the rug from under my feet.
“It took me a few days and several conversations with my best friend to pull my head out of my ass.”
Wait. What is he saying?“I don’t follow.”
“Erik threatened to block my number if I didn’t stop calling him to self-flagellate for wanting more with you.” His ocean-blue eyes bore into mine. “I want to finish what we started, Harley.”
I swallow around the rock in my throat. “So do I.”
“We’re on the same page, Goldilocks?”
I offer him a shy smile. “We are.”
“Since you let it slip the other day that role playing turns you on, I thought we could go with that.”
I should’ve kept that to myself.I arch a brow. “What did you have in mind?”
“Instead of connecting at my place tomorrow night, why don’t we meet at the Evangelista Lounge at the Bymark Hotel and pretend we don’t know each other. Maybe I make the first move. Maybe you do. We’ll let things play out. I’ve already reserved a hotel room. If things get hot and heavy—which for the record, I fucking hope they do—my cock will be too impatient to wait until we drive back to Brooklyn.”
Jaw meet floor.
Chapter 40
Big dick energy has never looked so hot
Harley
Iwaltz inside the Evangelista Lounge, and my step falters.
Woah.
My feet were rooted to the marble for a long time when I was downstairs admiring the breathtaking results of the recent renovations of this hotel. The elegant and sophisticated décor that welcomed me in the lobby extends to this lounge.
I shake out of my stupor and make my way to the bar.
My eyes widen at the showstopping displays of orchids in rectangular vases sitting at opposite ends of the bar.
Spectacular.
I would’ve sold my soul to have the Bymark Hotel as a client when I had my corporate floral business.
It’s the here and now, Harl.
There are a few men sitting alone at the bar, but only one of them has an empty stool next to him. When he turns his head to the side and exposes his gorgeous profile, I smile.
I stride across the lounge, soaking up the vibe.
Thirty-dollar drinks, sixty-dollar appetizers, and twenty-dollar desserts weren’t part of my reality when I was barely scraping by.
I guess it is now.
I tap on my role-playing partner’s shoulder.
