Once I have my key, I check my phone for the time, and there’s a new notification before I unlock it:
YOU HAVE A NEW MATCH
Since I didn’t so much as look at another profile; it has to be Aubrey. I click on it, and can’t believe what I’m seeing. Not only did she match with me, there’s a new message:
Aubrey R.
Room 614
I debate it, only for a second, marching right back to the restaurant, to ask Ricardo to put in an order for a slice of tiramisu to-go. When my order is ready, I check my messages in the app again, hoping for another message from her. There isn’t one, but with a deep breath, I risk not only my pride but maybe my job as I type out a text.
Do you have silverware?
You don’t need a spoon to eat me out.
I reread the message three times, chuckling to myself. I love how behind a screen she’s playful; she was so guarded at the bar. Aubrey doesn’t strike me as a shy woman, especially with how she carries herself in more public settings. Maybe it’s all an act? Not that I truly care. Either way, I’ll happily play along.
I’m bringing you dessert. But you’re right, I don’t need a spoon to make you come all over my face.
You’re adorable.
Also, yes, there are utensils up here. See you in a few.
Adorable? Seriously? As much as I hate the label, coming from her still feels like a win.
Is this really happening?
Isaac would not only fire me, I’d be blacklisted from politics until the end of time if this ends badly. He mentioned to me a few months ago that he went to college with Aubrey and Olivia, and while they’re not close friends, he’s always been very protective of people in his life. I should walk away and Aubrey can laugh it off as a joke.
But my feet have other plans.
With my offering in hand, I step into the elevator, sealing my fate, and press ‘six.’ The metal box ascends for the longest two minutes of my life, and at the ding, I’m actually a little nervous.
Does she think I’m some kind of escort? Fuck, I hope not. Though it wouldn’t be the first time someone did…
Each step down the corridor feels heavier than the last. It isn’t too late to turn back to the elevators, except the only part of me that wants to bail on this is my brain. Even though I may be making the biggest mistake of my life, since the moment Aubrey sat at the bar, something I can’t fully explain has drawn me toher—or it’s just me thinking with my cock because a beautiful woman is giving me the time of day.
I reach her suite, and with my hand poised to knock, the door flings open. Aubrey grips the front of my shirt and drags me inside. I stumble a few steps, and if I’m not careful I’ll run into her or drop the food. She takes the bag from me, setting it on the counter of the small kitchenette, then as she closes the door, she whisper-shouts, “Olivia is next door, so we have to be quiet. No moaning names, no sexy growls. Understood?” Her commanding tone reminds me of a Sunday school teacher, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“You don’t think the Governor will appreciate hearing you scream my name?” I taunt, and it earns me a smile. She still hasn’t released my shirt, but I don’t want her to, afraid if she lets go she’ll second guess this. My gaze falls to her lips, but I resist kissing her, instead leaning in beside her ear to quietly ask, “If not to make you cry out in pleasure, why exactly am I here, Ms. Raine?”
“Tomorrow I’m Ms. Raine. Right now, you can call me whatever the hell you want, except that. Also, I thought I was clear in my message about what I want.” She nips at my earlobe, making me groan. Fuck, she’s going to be fun to play with.
“Say it,” I demand, needing confirmation that this isn’t all in my head.
She pulls back and lightly swipes her tongue along her lips before she replies, “I want to use your face as a chair, Jamie.”
My cock thickens at the thought of devouring her sweet cunt. I never expected any of this tonight; I don’t fuck hotel guests. But Aubrey isn’t just some drunk woman at a bar hitting on me.While she’s undeniably gorgeous, she’s also fucking captivating, and someone I’ll want more than one night or even a week with.
This is entirely unfair.
Anything more than a hook-up with Aubrey is nearly impossible since she’ll be back in California in a matter of days. If I’m right about her, and we spend the night together, she’ll have me salivating at the thought of her for the foreseeable future with no way of satiating my hunger. Except with her citrus perfume enveloping me, I find myself not caring about who she works for or how I’ll absolutely be fired if Isaac finds out about this… I want her. She knows I work for Isaac and is willing to risk negative press if any of this ever got out. Maybe this isn’t the worst idea after all.
Wanting to keep things as light as possible, I finally add, “Why don’t we play a game of how hard can I make you come before Olivia hears you?”
“Definitely more exciting than a game of checkers or gin rummy.”
“I’d win those too.” As she finally releases my shirt, it’s as if a tether has been broken. Sliding my hand to her lower back, I pull her to me, needing her close. “Other than my mouth being your seat for the night, what else do you want?”
