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He grinned, and I saw the wolf in sheep’s clothing behind that damn wolf smile of his. “You will be before this trip is over,” his lips pressed to the center of my forehead, and then he stepped back, “or perhaps even tonight. But, first, you will find yourself consumed with thoughts of me, and then, you’ll be mine for the taking.”
“Well, currently, I’m physically yours for the taking, so I say we return to that incredible suite of rooms and enjoy the last of our night here before we fly to London in the morning.”
He licked his lips, and a jolt of energy ran through me. The scary part of this exchange was that I’d already let thoughts of Spencer consume me, and I knew I was in over my head.
* * *
“Where’s your place in London again?” I pulled out my phone and entered the address of our company’s London office, feeling the unfamiliar ambivalence toward my return to work and a desire to stay in this little slice of paradise. I loved my job, and I’d always been the one to annoy my friends by working on vacations, so feeling reluctant to return to work was different for me.
“Mayfair,” he said casually as he glanced in the direction of the airplane window. “It’s pretty centrally located.”
I blinked at him. “I’ll say,” I said. “You have a flat in Mayfair?” The exclusive neighborhood was out of my own personal league, mainly since I didn’t do enough work in London to justify the purchase, but I’d secured a few on behalf of clients, and they could be so beautiful that they made my mouth water.
“A house, actually,” he said, grinning. “And you can have the run of it. There’s a spare room you can use as an office if you want.”
My eyes narrowed, “If I want? Do you want to buy me with your riches, Mr. Monroe?”
He smirked at me, “I would never tempt a woman who doesn’t want to be tempted. And, if I were doing such a thing, it would basically be me begging to live the exact life of my father. However, I have a pretty good read on you, and I do not see any gold-digging bullshit in your personality.”
I ran my hands over the leather couch I sat on, “Really, because I would certainly marry your ass if I got the privilege of flying in the jet as if it were my own.”
He reclined back in his seat, “If that’s the case, then I’ll have to call Jim and let him know he’s about to have a harem of women since this is Jim’s jet and not mine.”
I rolled my eyes, “Hilarious.”
“I’m serious, though. The room is yours if you want it.”
“Sir, the plane will begin its descent into London in a few minutes,” the flight attendant said in a posh accent.
Spencer nodded. “Thank you.” He looked at me after the attendant left and grinned, “All set for the next leg of our adventure?”
“More than. I’m not sure if I should be scared, though?”
“You should be terrified because I plan to turn up the heat on you and me once we’re there. You will be mine, Natalia.”
From the way my name rolled off his tongue, I knew I was fucked. He was seriously getting into me, and I couldn’t stop it or the emotions that came along with it. I’d never been swept off my feet, but what the hell? I deserved this shit as much as the next girl.
Chapter Twenty
SPENCER
I rolled over in bed and lazily opened my eyes. It was always lovely waking up to the usual smells of my London home—which was a mixture of black tea and coffee, wafting from the kitchen, the smell of fresh grass coming into the window from the park across the way, and the slightly acidic smell of the coal used to heat the house.
Now, though, there was something new coloring the familiar smells here: white lemon blossoms, sweet liqueur, and the familiar salty undercurrent of skin.
I turned over and saw the shiny honey hair spread over the pillow, a ravishing delight. I moved closer, wrapped my arm around Nat’s slender waist to pull her into me, and settled my face against the back of her head. I closed my eyes and inhaled her enticing fragrance, allowing a familiar warmth to fill me from the inside out as she moved her ass into me, arching her body in a way that had me pulling her deeper into my tight embrace.
Truthfully, I didn’t know what to expect when we arrived. When I escorted her into my house, I half expected her to ask me where she was sleeping, under the understanding that we’d only shared a room in Italy for appearances’ sake. I also expected her to take off the rings as soon as we landed and give them back to me without another word on the matter, seeing as we weren’t actually married, and there was no point in pretending anymore.
I’d expected everything from Italy to fade. The whole dating thing, the feelings, all of it. But none of those things happened. Not with her or with me.
I enjoyed bringing her through the house, hearing her funny comments as I led her up the stairs to my relatively palatial room with its enormous bed, built-in fireplace, and balcony with wide French doors that looked out over the park.
She set her suitcase next to the chest of drawers and her enormous leather purse on top before turning toward me. “So, the house is lovely, but when do I get to decide if I like having sex on that particular bed?”
That was all it took for me to take the woman and give her the sexual tour of the London home, starting with my bed. She approved, and the weekend couldn’t have been more to my liking. Sex, ordering in, and more sex, smiles, and sassiness.
It wasn’t just Nat herself I was adjusting to, even though whatever dynamic I had with her was certainly different from any other I’d had. She was the first woman I’d ever had in my London house in pretty much any capacity. I bought the place as an investment because I was sick of staying in hotels whenever I came back for business despite the fact I’d grown up in this damn city.
