I’m confused, too.
“Me too,” she says.
I blow out a breath, and I don’t want to tell her everything here in the back of a car where someone else could overhear it, so I don’t say anything at all.
We arrive at the airport. We grab lunch. We board our flight. She pulls out her laptop and immediately gets to work, so I review the film again since this doesn’t feel like the time to bring up my past.
We land, and we’re ushered to the hotel where the event is taking place. We head toward check-in. “Checking in. Last name is Bradley,” she says, and she pulls out her license and a credit card.
“I see you’ve requested a two-bedroom suite,” the hotel clerk says, tapping a few keys. “With tonight’s event, unfortunately all our two-beds are taken, but I can get you into a one-bedroom suite.”
She glances at me and snags her lip between her teeth. “Does that have more than one bed?”
The clerk shakes her head. “There’s a couch in the living area, but it doesn’t convert to a bed. I can send up extra sheets if you’d like.”
“That’s not necessary,” I say.
Everleigh glances over at me, still worrying her lip between her teeth.
“It’s fine.” I incline my head a little meaningfully, and she looks nervous as she turns back to the clerk.
“It’s fine.” She lets out a little breath, and then the clerk hands over our room keys and sends us on our way.
We call the elevator, and the suite is fine. It has a king in the bedroom along with the couch as described, and if Everleigh is uncomfortable with the situation, I’ll just take the couch.
“I need to get dressed since the event starts in an hour,” she says, and she ducks into the bathroom.
I sit on the couch, a little perturbed we haven’t had a chance to talk at all yet, and she takes her time in there. So much time, in fact, that forty-five minutes later, I decide to get into my suit.
She emerges as I’m buttoning the jacket, already uncomfortable and hot as fuck as I yank at the collar that feels like it’s choking my thick neck, and she freezes in the doorway of the bathroom.
My breath catches in the back of my throat.
She’s an angel. Or a devil. I’m not really sure.
She’s in red again. Angels don’t wear red.
Plump lips colored red. Black pointy heels with red bottoms. Her hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders. Whatever she did in there, however much time it took…it was worth it.
And she’ll be on my arm tonight.
Granted, she’ll be on my arm as a publicist might be, not as my date. But we’re far removed enough from our world in Vegas that I can pretend, if only for a moment.
“Damn,” I murmur.
Her eyes heat as they move along my suit. “Back at you.”
I clear my throat and don’t hide the fact that I need to shift my hard cock, and she chuckles as she rolls her eyes. “Men.”
I roll my eyes back. “You.”
She presses her lips together as she crosses the room and picks up the purse she dropped on the table when we walked in. She grabs a few items out of it and transfers them into a smaller clutch that matches her dress. “You ready?”
I shake my head. “I’d rather fuck you first so I’m not walking around with a hard-on the entire night.”
“Sorry, but we’ll be late if we don’t get down there now.” She walks over to me and fiddles with my tie, which I’m sure is already meticulously straight. It’s a reason for her to touch me, and I loop an arm around her waist and haul her into me so she can feel how hard I already am for her. She lets out a soft moan, and I want to kiss her. My eyes flick to her lips. “Don’t you dare,” she warns. “You’ll smudge my lipstick, and you’ll have red all over your face.”
“Worth it,” I say, and I lean down and press a soft kiss to her neck. She grabs hold of my biceps, and I bare my teeth against her neck for a second. She moans before she pushes me back, and I very nearly chuckle at it.
