I just want to get her to my room so we can take this to the next level.
CHAPTER 7: Millie Monroe
Do You Want to Chance It
Oh my God, Archer Bradley just kissed me. And it wasn’tjusta kiss, it wasthe kiss. The one every kiss going forward will be compared to. One for the books. It was passionate and sexy as he pushed me up against that wall, like he couldn’t wait to get me down the hall to his room to kiss me there, like ithadto be right here.
I’ve never been kissed like that. Not ever.
I’ve been around the block a time or two, but Archer Bradley is something special. Maybe it’s because he’s a celebrity. An athlete. One of the rich and famous, an elite star in his field. He’s the champagne. I’m the beer.
When his question came, it felt like it was from so far out of left field that I couldn’t seem to pull together my thoughts to tell him that I haven’t been with anybody in months. I’veneverbeen in a serious relationship. My longest boyfriend was Jake, the guy I dated my senior year of high school. I didn’t have sex with him.
I didn’t lose my virginity until I was a sophomore in college. I was twenty, he was twenty-two—a senior. We went out on a few dates, and he was nice enough. We slept together a few times, and we ended it when he graduated from college and decided to take a job offer in California.
The only other guy I slept with, and this is beyond embarrassing, is a guy I worked with at Renegade’s for a while. His name was Kenny, and he bartended only on weekends to put himself through college.
We worked a late shift one night and ended up fooling around in Chip’s office. The next time we were on the schedule together, we had sex in the back of Kenny’s truck.
It happened once.
He quit Renegade’s the next day. Apparently he had a girlfriend, and I had no clue.
So I haven’t exactly been met with a whole lot of good luck when it comes to these things. I’ve never knowingly done the one-night stand thing, but it’s starting to look like tonight is my night. I want it to be. Maybe I’ll even bring it up on my blog—not thewho, necessarily, but if I’m supposed to talk about every aspect of this resort, it wouldn’t hurt to mention that the rich and famous stay here, too.
He already told me he was single. Hopefully that wasn’t a lie. I never really thought to ask about that in my pre-Kenny days.
I wonder how long it’s been for Archer. How many women he’s been with. Probably a lot.
Compared to him, the guys I’ve been with before him feel like blips on the radar. Like they were mere boys, but he’s a man. All man. Damn, though, that boner on my hip. He’s alotof man.
He knows what he’s doing when he kisses, so I already know that the next part is going to be spec-fucking-tacular.
He taps his keycard to the door, and a green light flashes. He opens it and steps in first, and I follow behind him, a little in awe of what I’m seeing here.
Damn. I thought my suite was nice. It looks like a budget motel compared to this masterpiece of a suite.
The first room we walk into is styled as a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows. A large, white sectional couch is situated in the middle of the room, pointed at a television sitting on a console with more windows behind it. There’s a table with six chairs around it behind the couch, and beyond that, a door leading to a balcony that appears to run the length of the bedroom as well.
Near the couch are gorgeous end tables holding lamps and décor along with a coffee table where a basket and several magazines sit. One side of the couch is a lounger that runs along the wall of windows, and I can only imagine lying there looking out at the view. You know, naked. With Archer slowly sinking into me from behind.
My stomach clenches at the thought.
There’s a door that leads to the bedroom, and I assume a bathroom is in that direction as well.
“Here’s home for the next, uh…little while,” he says, and I can’t help but wonder how long he’s staying here and whether there’s a chance this will go beyond just tonight. I won’t get my hopes up. I know what this is and why I’m here. The chances of actually talking to him again after tonight are slim to none. He’ll find someone different to warm his bed every night he’s here, surely. Those calves are practically invitations in themselves to get up to his room and get naked.
My eyes flick down to them. “Has anyone ever told you that you have nice calves?”
He chuckles. “I can’t say they have.”
“Well, you do.”
“Thanks. You have nice tits.”
I raise a brow. “If you think they look good, you should see what they taste like.”
He shakes his head a little. “How did I get so lucky?”
