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“IfI felt the inclination to help you—which I still haven’t decided yet,” London stressed. “What would it take to change that possibly into a definitely—as it pertains to preventing a sale?”
“There are no guarantees, London. You know that.”
She threw up her hands. “Then why should I help you at all? Why should I use my hard-earned capital with the staff to make your job easier when there’s still a chance the hospital will be sold to the highest bidder once you’re done?”
“Because—”
“Because nothing,” she said. “Everyone will think I sold them out.” She shook her head. “Sorry, Drew, but I can’t do that.”
He dropped his head back and groaned. “You are stubborn as hell. Always have been.”
“Oh, that willcertainlyhelp your case,” she deadpanned. “Please, pay me more compliments.”
“Shit,” he cursed.
“I can’t believe you thought I would just go along with this, especially after your lack of transparency this weekend,” London said. She tipped her head to the side as a thought occurred to her. “Is that what Saturday night was about? Was that your way of softening me up? You thought after spending the night in your bed that I’d be more agreeable when I walked into the conference room and found you sitting next to Coleman?”
He took a step toward her. “Are you forgetting whose idea Saturday night was? Or Sunday afternoon? It was yours, London.Bothtimes.” His voice dropped in volume, the tone huskier. Sexier. “I didn’t have an agenda to get you into my bed because you invitedyourselfthere, not the other way around.”
“Who’s bringing up the personal now?” London asked.
She stared him directly in the face, refusing to back down despite the urge to close her eyes and relive just a few of those sublime moments from this weekend.
He was so close she could feel his heat, smell the subtle spicy scent of his cologne.
“This audit is happening, whether you’re for it or not,” he said, his voice unyielding. “Don’t make it more difficult than it has to be.”
Her eyes landed once again on that sexy dip in his throat, just below his Adam’s apple. This time she couldn’t escape the memories of the way her tongue had explored that spot this weekend.
“Screw you, Drew Sullivan,” London said, the words catching as they skirted past the lump of desire clogging her throat.
“London, please. This is—”
“No, really,” she said, slipping her phone from her pocket. She clicked into the folder of travel apps and, in less than a minute, had a room booked. “I quite literally mean screw you—as in Iwantto screw you.” She held the phone up to him so he could see the reservation. “There’s a Hampton Inn two blocks away. Meet me there.”
9
London sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Drew. She could feel his eyes on her as she threaded her arms through her bra straps and hooked the eyelets behind her.
The hotel room’s air-conditioning unit kicked on, but London couldn’t give it credit for the goose bumps that pebbled along her skin. Those were 100 percent courtesy of the man lounging in the middle of the king-size bed.
She stopped herself from glancing back at him because she just knew she would find an arrogant, self-satisfied smirk on his face. Not that he hadn’t earned the right to be conceited when it came to the particular set of skills he’d displayed in the past hour.
“Is this going to be an ongoing occurrence, or was this yetanotheronetime thing?” Drew asked.
London lifted her panties from the nightstand and stepped into them. She stood, pulling them up her legs.
“London?”
Finally, she turned. There wasn’t as much conceit as she’d expected, just that normal air of self-assuredness that clung to him at all times.
“London?” he said again.
“What?” she asked with an exasperated sigh.
He arched a brow. “Are you going to answer my question?”
“I don’t know, Drew.”
