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Chapter 12
The Offer
The smell of coffee rouses me. It doesn’t make sense. Why can I small coffee when I’m still asleep? Usually I need to stumble into my—oh. As soon as I open my eyes it all comes back to me. The climate change protest, the blasts, the blood on the concrete.
The hotel room.
The bathtub.
The billionaire.
The offer.
“Morning, beautiful,” says Alistair.
He’s wearing a thin black gym outfit that shows off his pecs. His biceps aren’t bad, either.
I didn’t dream those arms up.
“Thanks for the coffee,” I rasp. “You going for a run?”
“Weights,” he said. “Just finished.”
He isn’t even sweating. He sheds the flattering workout clothes for an even more flattering picture. I can’t help looking at his chiseled naked body. It is a thing of utter beauty. I get a distinct fluttering feeling that makes me sit up in bed and grab my coffee.
“Thoughts?” he asks.
I blush. “Thoughts about what?”
He shrugs. “Anything.”
“Er,” I say, mind suddenly blank. I can hardly tell him how hot I think he is. How I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be here. How the memories of last night will last me a lifetime, and most likely spoil my sex life forever.
“No, no thoughts,” I say, smiling over my mug.
He smiles mischievously at me, then heads to the shower.
I sit there, wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. I’m not regretting my decision to stay on. Far from it, especially after checking out those abs, but at the same time I know there will be consequences.
For now, I need my phone. I need to organize my life. And I’ll need to pick up some clothes before my yoga class starts.
The doorbell rings, startling me.
Room service, I guess. Breakfast.
I hop out of bed and make my way through the suite to the front door. When I open it, it’s one of the security guards.
“Ma’am,” he says deferentially, and passes me a big cardboard box.
“Thanks,” I say, uncertainly, and he nods. My hands are full, so he closes the door for me. I put the box on the dining room table. The label says IVY MICKELSON.
Confused, and probably still half asleep, I just stand and stare at it.
“It won’t open itself,” says Alistair from behind me, making me jump.
“Jesus,” I exclaim, hand to chest. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you to not sneak up on people?”
He shrugs. “Sorry. Thought you would have heard me coming.”
