“Is there anything that doesn’t make you hard, James?” She laughed.
“Not where you’re concerned and if you call me James again I will lay you right here, across the table.” He wore a very serious expression.
She smiled and considered repeating his name, but didn’t. She’d already succumb to his seduction again when they’d left the bath and was sure she really couldn’t do it again today, well, not yet anyway, maybe tonight.
“Okay, a movie, whatever you want. You could go and get your stuff from your hotel. Check out and bring it back here until we leave,” he suggested.
“Why would I check out of my hotel?” Tasha wondered where this was going because as far as she was concerned she needed her hotel room, even if she wasn’t currently using it.
“I told you, until you and I are done, you are mine. When are you due to fly home?”
“Friday.”
“Really? You’re not hooking up with someone while you’re out here.”
“No!” She protested, feeling slightly offended by the question she’d heard him ask, although unsure why that was, beyond the possible inference that what she’d done with him was something she did regularly. She didn’t.
“That was not a fucking question! You will not be hooking up with anyone else while you’re out here. So, why the extended stay?” Anger invaded his voice which only added another layer of confusion to Tasha’s clouded thinking.
“Because my agent loves me and she knows I like New York. I’ve had a difficult few months,” she explained, not really wanting to dissect her life for a man she barely knew.
“Difficult how?” Calmness began to settle over him.
“Ex-boyfriends, my parents, everything really.” She knew she sounded vague but she felt uncomfortable.
“Sorry.” Seeming to sense her discomfort at disclosing this, he softened further. “Look, I’m due to fly back to L.A. tomorrow, go and check out and come back here. We can watch a movie, have dinner. Maybe you could call me James some more then come back to L.A. with me and fly home from there. I’ll take you to my vineyard.”
“Jim, if I won’t go on a date with you, I can’t fly to L.A. with you.” She felt more disappointed and downhearted than she thought she should be at that realisation.
“We’ll be discreet. You can book your own ticket and we’ll take separate cars. Nobody will know you’re in L.A. and if they do they’ll never know you’re there with me. I promise.”
She studied him and wondered how he could make such promises, but he did and she believed them. She believed him.
“I’ll check out and think about L.A.” she assured him, not even considering she’d have no accommodation if she checked out and didn’t go with him. “I should get dressed if I’m going to my hotel.”
Chapter 4
It was a couple of hours later when Tasha returned to Jim’s suite. He virtually pounced on her as she walked through the door. “I missed you. I thought I was going to have to come and find you.”
Tasha smiled. “No. Sorry. I did a little shopping while I was out.”
Jim was already pressing her against the wall where he began to undo the buttons on the plain white blouse she’d changed into with jeans and trainers. Once he reached the third button he grabbed the open sides of the blouse and pulled, sending buttons flying over the floor.
“I believe I owe you a shirt too.” As he stepped back he admired the white, half-cup lacy bra that was struggling to contain her heavy and heaving breasts. “Very nice.” His words became muffled as he lowered his mouth to the bra.
“This is one of the sets that was couriered over this morning, even though you only owed me one.”
He shrugged. “It’s very beautiful. You’re very beautiful,” he said with a wry smile, but total sincerity in his tone.
“How did you know my size?”
“Honey, I’ve been married six times, I know sizes. And I checked your label,” he admitted with a wink.
“Did you ask for a half-cup?”
“Kind of. I told them myfriendhad the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen and I didn’t want too much of them covering.”
“I see,” Tasha replied with an arched brow but was unsure whether he was being serious in his recall of what he’d told the store staff. “So you approve of their choice then?”
