“I guess I’ll take the stairs down,” I mumble to myself.
“Or,” he drags out the word, “I have another idea.”
My forehead wrinkles at the not-so-subtle innuendo in his tone. I would say it’s a turn off, but my already hardened nipples and the strumming between my legs calls me a liar.
“Do I even want to know?”
He holds up the box of food in his hands. “Are you hungry?”
I swallow the lump in my throat and suppress the butterflies that decide to make an appearance in the pit of my belly.
I go to tell him no, but what comes out instead is, “I haven’t eaten dinner tonight.”
I’d planned to order room service after Kandace left to head back to her hotel where she’s staying with her husband.
“Let me feed you.” He lifts an eyebrow and smirks. “It’s the least I can do for reminding you that your troll boyfriend was the one to dump you and not the other way around.”
My breath hitches. “I’ll join you under one condition: that we drop him as a topic of conversation.”
The movement of his shoulder as he lifts and lowers it is sexy as hell. “Fine by me. I don’t like talking about people who aren’t relevant anyway.”
I raise an eyebrow at his cockiness.
“Dinner,” he says.
The next thing I know, his strong, firm hand wraps around mine, guiding me to the door of his suite.
The last thought I have as I enter is,I amnotgoing to sleep with this man.
CHAPTER 3
Alyssia
“You should’ve ordered two servings,” I say, peering down at the last piece of calamari on Travis’ plate.
“If I knew I was having company, I would’ve.”
My lips fall into a frown when he spears the perfectly breaded and fried piece of seafood with his fork, but instead of eating the delicious morsel himself, he holds it up to my lips.
Travis stares into my eyes, patiently waiting for me to open my mouth to receive the gift of the last bite of the meal we just shared.
When I do, the glint in his eyes mirrors the Las Vegas Strip lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his suite.
He watches me eat with a rapt attention that comes close to stealing my breath. I chew slowly, enjoying the way his gaze travels downward from my eyes to my nose, to the movement of my jaw, farther down to my neck as I swallow. He observes it all.
“Did you get enough?”
I nearly miss the question as my mind begins wandering into dangerous territory. I do my best to hold the promise I made to myself before stepping into his hotel room firm in my mind.
“Huh?” I blot my lips with a napkin and try to ignore how Travis watches even that movement.
“Are you still hungry? I could order room service,” he offers.
I wave my hands. “I should feel bad for making you split your meal.”
“Don’t,” he insists. “You were the cause for me actually taking my time with dinner instead of scarfing it down while I worked.”
“Workaholic, huh?” I tease.
