My gaze drops to her breasts, visible through the white blouse, spilling out the top of her bra. I’ve always been a boob guy. “Will fourteen nights be enough?”
Pale crimson spreads up her neck and into her face. “I, er, expect…” She clears her throat again. “…that’s, er, up to you Mr. Forrester.” I’ve rattled her.
“That’s Colt to you, sweetheart.” I say. God, she’s fucking priceless. “Call me Colt.” Another weapon in my arsenal: my voice.
“Er. Very well then. Mr. For– I mean. Colt.” She slides a glossy brochure across her desk without meeting my eyes. “We have a number of activities at your convenience. Yoga, massage…” She peeks up at me from beneath thick, dark lashes. “Ahem. Swimming, golf, rafting, kayaking, and hiking outings. If you have any dietary requirements, please let us know and we’ll be sure to cater to your needs.” Still flushed, she turns back to the computer. “You’re in cabin number three. King size bed, hot tub, fully stocked kitchen and bar. If you’d like to give me your keys, I’ll have one of the valets unload your vehicle and park it for you.” She hands me a key card and finally meets my eyes again. “If you need anything at all, I hope you’ll call me so I can take care of it right away.” There it is.
Knew it was coming.
“Make a key for yourself, sweetheart, and stop by when you’re off.”
Annoyance crosses her features. “I’m the VIP Concierge and guest service only.” She swallows. “Although I er… appreciate the invitation.” And then she stifles a giggle.
I rub my jaw thoughtfully. Something’s off here. And bastard that I am, I’m getting even more turned on. “What’s your name darlin’?”
She sits up straight and meets my gaze again. A mischievous light dances behind her sapphire blue eyes. “Charlie Richards. Sweetie.” She wipes a hand across her mouth. This only draws my attention to the fullness of her lips again. Imagining what she could do with those lips, I go from half-mast to three fourths.
I don’t chase women. They chase me. I’m at a bit of a loss.
“Charlie.” I drawl. “Do you realize how beautiful you are?” That got her. Her pupils dilate causing her eyes to darken. I reach across the desk and touch the back of her hand with my fingertips. Goose bumps appear, and she visibly shivers. “Have a drink with me tonight?”
Those lips of hers tremble. I know she feels this charge. It doesn’t happen very often. “I’d love to, Mr. Forrester, but I really can’t.” She pulls her hand out from under mine and tucks it behind the desk.
Well, fuck.
“Your keys?” She sounds all professional again. “To your car?”
I pull them out of my pocket. “These?” I dangle them in front of her. She cocks an eyebrow. And then, ignoring me, picks up a radio. “Chad?” She speaks into the device still smiling at me. “Mr. Forrester’s car is here.”
“Be right there, Charlie.” A distorted voice responds.
“A list of amenities is included in your packet, but I’m more than happy to assist you with any of your… resort requirements.”
Fuck.
King.
Priceless.
And then she pushes away from her desk, rises, and arches her back.
If I could kick my own ass right then, I would. Cause I have just stepped in a pile of steaming manure.
Instead of the svelte smooth abdomen I expected, she’s sporting a baby bump, at least seven or eight months along. And she’s grinning from ear to ear. “If you’re ready now, I’ll show you to your cabin.”
Shit.
CHAPTER TWO
Charlie
I’ve never feltthis horny. I’m twenty-five years old, eight months pregnant and my baby daddy has done a disappearing act. And, yeah. My hormones have gone freaking crazy. Did I mention that?
Did you know that if you use a diaphragm you need to leave it in for a while afterwards? Yes? Well.
I didn’t.
Brent and I had been dating six months when he started complaining about having to use a condom all the time. He wanted to be closer to me. He insisted. He wanted nothing to come between our love.”
