“Sorry, baby. I need to get this.” He gives me one last peck before digging his cell phone out of his back pocket and flashing me the message.
“Justin.” I read his name out loud.
“The manager from the nightclub,” Leon confirms. “We’re meeting him and his wife in the lobby in an hour because we’re going out for dinner and drinks beforehand.”
“An hour?” I gasp. I have so much to do. Shower, curl my hair, and I’m no expert, but doing natural makeup takes much longer than you would think. It’s just as well my black bodycon dress doesn’t need pressing. “Okay. I can do an hour.” I move out of his hold, mild panic making an appearance. “Let’s tear up the dance floor tonight. No rules, just fun.” Leon pulls his shirt up over his head and steps out of his jeans, removing his socks and designer sneakers at the same time, standing proudly, now completely naked in the middle of the room.
Holy shit. He’s fucking gorgeous. Corded muscles, hard everywhere, he has the perfect V-shaped Adonis’ belt that points straight to his cock that has my name written all over it. That’s mine. He’s mine.
Setting my glass on the table, my skin flushes with nerves because I’m still getting used to seeing him naked and vice versa. I dismiss any wayward thoughts, summoning every ounce of confidence I can as I grab the hem of my summer dress to pull it up over my head.
Leon’s mood shifts the air in the room, the intensity turning up to maximum, not taking his eyes off me.
With my eyes locked with his, I let my dress fall to the floor before unclasping my bra. I slip my panties off, then toe off my white tennis shoes, leaving me standing completely naked too.
Fists clenched by his sides, Leon stalks toward me, but I put my hand up to stop him, bringing him to a halt. “I only have an hour to get ready.”
“Fuck.” He tilts his head back and asks, “Can you get ready in forty-five minutes?”
I point to his hard cock, my resistance wearing thinner by the second.
Screw it. “Thirty.” I spin around on the balls of my feet and almost skip with confidence to the shower, praying I look sexy and not awkward. I’m all long legs and gangly arms, which my mom always said would have made me the perfect model. But to me, I’m more like Bambi on ice. I’ve never seen myself as sexy.
“Follow me.” I crook my finger, beckoning him to join me. “We’ll shower together to save time.”
“Always so efficient.” His voice is low, without hesitation.
“Let’s make tonight a night to remember, Leon.”
“I hope you’re ready for a night you’ll never forget, baby,” he declares from behind as he follows me to the bathroom.
“There is no chance of that happening. I’ll never forget you.”
“And I’ll never forget you. You’re branded into my memory for life.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Leon
I grumble as the sunlight pours through the windows because we forgot to close the curtains when we rolled in at two o’clock this morning, or was it three? Shit, maybe it was four o’clock. I can’t remember. In fact, I can’t remember much about last night at all after we hit the nightclub.
Glimmers and flashbacks shoot through my mind.
Shots.
Dancing.
More shots.
Limousine.
Pizza?
That’s about as much as I remember.
Oh, wait, did Erika dance on the bar?
What a night.
