I nod slowly. “When I say you’re captivating and irresistible, I mean it. When I woke up that morning to find you gone, I was fucking bummed. I had no way to find you again.”
Emma’s eyes are brimming with emotion, and the smile she gives me is full of wonder. And a shadow of doubt. It makes me want to be totally honest with her.
“Look, I won’t lie, you’re right that there are always willing women around. But most of the time, they’re only interested in me because I’m famous.” The self-deprecating tone in my voice hopefully downplays just how arrogant my words sound. But she needs to hear the truth. “I’ve learned the hard way how to tell when a woman wants nothing more than to be able to say she banged a rock star. But with you, it felt different. That’s why it hurt when you left.”
She stands up, and walks over to my chair, sitting down on my lap. My arm automatically wraps around her waist, holding her close. “I’m sorry Nash.”
A voice in the back of my head tells me not to be a fool. Not to fall for her after just one night. But having her in my arms, being open and vulnerable like this, it’s more intimate than even the orgasms we shared earlier. And that intimacy makes me believe I can trust her.
I consider my next question carefully. “Why did you leave that night?”
She’s quiet for a moment and won’t meet my eyes.
“You’re Nash Parker.”
When she doesn’t follow that up with anything else, it stings a little. As if me just being me was reason for her to leave.
“What does that mean?” I ask, working to temper my mounting frustration.
She climbs off my lap and I don’t stop her. She goes to stand by the window, looking out at the night sky. “It means you’re a superstar, famous all around the world. I design logos for a living and have never traveled outside of North America. Our lives are so different. And,” Emma lets out a long breath. “And, I panicked.” She shrugs her shoulders, and I realize that’s all the answer I’m going to get tonight. I don’t like it, but for now, it’ll have to do.
“For the record, I might be Nash Parker, but I’m also just Nash. A guy who happens to really like you.”
Emma looks at me for a long moment, and I feel her gaze stripping me bare. I can only hope she’s seeing the truth in my words. She must, because eventually she walks back over and straddles my legs, bringing her heat close to my dick, two thin layers of fabric separating us. We kiss and she grinds down on me, until we’re both breathing heavily.
“We might have to get creative. I only had one condom,” she murmurs as she sucks on my earlobe.
“I’ll send my guys out for some.”
She leans back and slaps my chest. “No, you will not. I’ll go. Don’t make them get out of bed this late.” She climbs off my lap and to my dismay, walks over to her shorts, pulling them on.
“Seriously, Emma, it’s their job.”
The look she gives me makes me wince. “It’s their job to get you condoms?”
“Okay, well, not exactly. But we could have the concierge send them up.” I hope she can’t hear how desperate I am to keep her with me.
“And have it all over the media tomorrow?” she fires back. Damnit. She’s got a point. I try to keep a low profile when it comes to women ever since some bad publicity, courtesy of a fling a while back.
I sigh dramatically, but reach for my wallet and hand her some cash. No way am I letting her pay for what we need. “You better come back quickly, baby,” I say with mock seriousness.
Emma rolls her eyes at the money I’m holding out and ignores it. Instead, she walks over to the table, tears off a piece of paper and scribbles something down on it. Then she walks back to where I’m still standing by the window, and presses it into my hand, kissing my knuckles after she folds them over.
“Text me if you think of anything else we might need.”
With a wink, she turns and leaves. I wait until the door closes behind her before opening the paper and reading the note.
604-555-1313.
Be naked when I get back.
Xoxo Emma
I quickly grab my phone and type out a message to her.
NASH: Make sure you get the extra-large pack. And maybe some champagne that I can lick off your body.
I hesitate for a second before pressing send. Her reply is almost instant.
