I laugh. “I don’t think so.” I go to step away from him, but my legs are literally weak from our make-out session, and I stumble.
Dylan’s arm goes around my waist. “You sure?”
I smile. “I’m never sure with you.”
No one’s this lucky and certainly not me. I can’t wrap my head around the idea that this is my life right now. Kissing someone like Dylan Wild. Not because he’s rich and powerful and handsome. Because in this moment, I feel like maybe I love him.
The elevator doors open, and we step out. “I’ll walk you to your door, okay?” he says to me.
Don’t sleep with him…don’t sleep with him…don’t sleep with him.
When we reach my room, I grab the keycard and slip it in the slot. “Good night.”
I’m halfway through the door before he calls out to me.
“Hey. No kiss tonight?”
I remember the lightness of his lips, the softness of his skin, and the crazy intensity of our kiss in the elevator.
“I don’t think I’d be able to stop,” I admit.
He leans an arm over the doorjamb and closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, he says, “So…”
“So…” I repeat. “I think I need to just end this now.”
“End this now…as in tonight, or as in forever?” he asks me.
His eyes have that cocky edge again, but he can’t hide the emotion swimming in them.
I pause. “As in tonight. Our time here isn’t over yet right?”
He kisses the top of my head. “See you tomorrow.”
I step inside my room and shut the door behind me. I lean against it and sink down to my knees. Oh, please God, please don’t let me fall in love with him. If there’s any way to stop this train, please do so. Leave it to me to fall for someone I’m supposed to leave in a day.
Chapter Fifteen
I awaken to a terrific headache and the deafening sound of the hotel phone blaring in my ear. I roll over and look at the clock as I pick up the receiver. Five forty-five a.m. No wonder I feel like shit.
“Jasalie,” Bill barks into the phone. “Meet me in the coffee shop next door in twenty minutes. The three of us need to go over a few things about the party tonight.”
I groan as I get up and reach for a bottle of aspirin.
* * *
I slide into the booth next to Lilla and pour myself a cup of black coffee.
She and I sit silently while Bill goes on and on about the “surprise” final event we’re supposed to cover this afternoon. “Damn owner never mentioned it once. I thought it was just another night at the hotel bar. But no—Hal wants to do something outdoorsy, so he rented a freaking football field. At the state university campus. Don’t know how he expects us to do a bang-up job with just a few hours of warning, but ‘we’ll get it done’ I said. What choice did I have?”
He glares at me as he says it.
“What do we need to do to prepare?”
“You two confirm that the catering is in place.” He slides a list across the table. “Here are the companies, the food and drink list, and anything else you need to know about. I’ve emailed you each a copy as well so you’ll have the info on your phones. The event will just be for a few hours, and it’s casual dress. So no business attire for this—you’ll look like idiots.”
Good to know.
He glances at my casual outfit of jeans and a t-shirt. “But dress up more than that, for God’s sake.”
