With a quick glance toward the door, I tossed a few things from the suitcase, searching for the perfect outfit.
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.
He’d be coming through that door any minute. He was not a patient man.
When I found what I was looking for, I quickly headed into the bathroom, not only to change, but also to start the water in the bathtub.
As luck would have it, there were flameless candles. The staff had thought of everything, including bubble bath. This was what little white lies could do.
I should be ashamed.
I wasn’t.
With everything in motion just the way I liked it, I slipped into something a little more comfortable. I poufed my hair, twisting back and forth while running my palms down the red and black corset. And here I’d thought the lace would deteriorate before I had a chance to wear the naughty little outfit.
Here goes.
I was out of breath with excitement. How silly of me. Our twisted affair felt so wrong, yet oh-so right.
Then I headed to the chair by the patio door, sitting down with the glass of champagne in my hand where I waited.
For seven minutes and thirty seconds before I heard the keycard being slipped into the lock.
As soon as Donatello walked into the room, he stopped just inside. Even in the shadows created by the single light, I could tell he was smiling.
And surprised.
He took a deep breath, holding it, his body completely stiff. “Wow.”
“You’re late,” I told him, another rush of heat crossing my jaw.
“You’re stunning.”
“You’re forgiven. For now. Close and lock the door behind you.” I brought the rim of the flute to my lips, licking the thin glass. He did as I asked, thoroughly amused.
After tossing the keycard, he removed his weapon, placing it on the dresser. The scan of his eyes was typical, searching for any sign of danger.
Until his wildly possessive gaze fell on me.
“What now?”
“Now you undress.”
He lifted a single eyebrow, grinning and even though he’d yet to shave, I caught sight of his dimples that were rarely seen. His smile needed to be wide for me to catch sight of his most adorable feature. While at first, he acted as if he wouldn’t comply, he cocked his head to the side and removed his jacket.
Once finished, he took his time tossing it aside.
“Don’t make me wait too long. You know how grouchy I can get.”
His laugh was deep and dark, but he responded by unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it from the waistband of his trousers. Once he had, I re-crossed my legs, allowing him to see I wasn’t wearing matching panties to my sexy little lacy nightie.
His whistle brought a smile. “You know how to drive a man nuts.”
“Good. Keep going and if you’re a very good boy, I might reward you.”
I stood, walking closer but still keeping my distance. When I was close, the champagne glass was placed near the bottle and I ran my fingers across the surface.
He continuously shook his head, his chest rising and falling. “It’s good to see I can still surprise you.” My voice was little more than a purr.
