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I take a step forward. I grab her and pull her close to me again. I love how her heartbeat picks up while her breathing all but stops when I simply hold her in my arms. I can’t imagine what her body will do when I actually take her back to my room and strip her naked.
“Excuse me,” Bayron says, pushing between us, cockblocking me.
I glare at him like I’ve never glared at a man before. I won. She chose me. I played all of his stupid games. Now, let me have her.
The only thing keeping me from punching him right now is that, if I do, I know I’ll get thrown out of the resort, and I won’t ever be able to have her.
“The resort would like to give you both a gift,” Bayron says.
“That’s really not necessary, Bayron. I appreciate you playing along with my stupid game,” Skye says, not looking at Bayron. She’s looking at me like she’s about to devour me.
My cocks twitches at that thought.
“Oh, but it is. You are one of our favorite guests, Miss Skye, and we want to make sure you are thoroughly taken care of while you are here. And that means giving you a special gift to celebrate your new relationship.”
Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him, I repeat in my head. I can’t have the girl if I kill him.
“And what gift is that?” Skye asks, her throat dry and raspy as she speaks.
“We want to make sure your first date is spectacular. So, we will go all out tonight to throw you the best first date possible. It will be the most romantic moment of your life.”
“This isn’t about romance,” Skye says.
Bayron grabs her arm and turns her from me, whispering loud enough that I can still hear him. “A little romance never hurt anyone. I have a full day planned with a spa trip to prepare you for your date tonight.” He turns his head back to me. “The date starts promptly at seven. I’ll have someone send more information to your room shortly, Mr. Brody.”
And then he takes Skye and walks her away from me. I don’t get my kiss. I barely even got to put my hands on her. I want to run after her and kidnap her out of his pushy hands.
Skye glances back at me one last time before Bayron leads her around the building and out of view. The look she gives me is one that asks me to save her. I want to. But I know that the asshole who has a grip on her arm won’t let me.
Tonight. I’ll have to find a way to put an end to the romance and get to the fun part. It’s clear that Skye is on the same page with me on that one.
I walk back to where the guys are still sitting.
“You won. But why do you look like you do when we are in a meeting and you hate everything that we have presented to you?” Noah asks.
“Because I’m in a foul mood.”
“Where’s your woman?” Harry asks, laughing.
“Bayron took her for a day of pampering before our date tonight.”
“Ooh, date. I can’t imagine you dating,” Harry teases.
“That’s because I don’t date. I never have. And I don’t plan on going on one tonight.”
“Then, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to kidnap the girl that I won from the bastard who thinks he’s in charge of her well-being, taking back control into my own hands.”
The seven hours until our “date” creep by slowly. The guys thought I should spend it getting drunk, which would have been the more fun way to spend the day. But I hardly ever get drunk. I don’t like losing control. And, tonight, in order to get Skye away from Bayron and his staff, I need to be clearheaded.
So, instead, I spent it working out, working on my computer, and trying to get Skye out of my damn head. I’ve never had a woman take over my head before. Work always keeps me plenty busy enough to push away any flickers of thoughts about boobs or ass. But even work wasn’t enough to keep the sway of her hips as she walked away from me out of my mind.
I hear a knock on the door to my suite. I growl, not wanting to see whoever is on the other side of that damn door unless it’s Skye. The last time I answered the door, a nicely dressed man delivered my outfit for tonight. Like I was incapable of picking out my own clothes for a date.
I walk over to the door and throw it open. “What?”
Bayron frowns. “You’re not wearing what was delivered to you.”
