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Instead, he pulls away. “Follow me then.”
Chapter3
Camille
He wasn’t kidding about the suite.
It’s at the top of the Drake. Two huge rooms, one sitting area and one sleeping area. Couches, tables, a full bar, all of it sleek, shining, and obscenely expensive.
He gives me a quick tour. “All yours for tonight,” he says. “I’ll pay through the morning. There’s no rush to leave.”
“I’ll be gone early, don’t worry.”
He shrugs as if it doesn’t matter to him. “I have an early meeting in the dining room tomorrow morning, but I don’t plan on sleeping here tonight. If you need something, call down to the front desk and have them put it on my tab.”
“Just tell them Evander Kazan said it’s okay?”
“That’ll work.”
“Why are you doing this?”
He hesitates near the door. “I already told you.”
“If this is some spiritual atonement, I’m not really sure that’s how it works.”
He chuckles softly. “Maybe not. Goodnight, Camille. And good luck.” He reaches for the doorknob and opens it.
Something bubbles up in my throat. Some desire, some need. “Wait. Hold on.” He looks back at me, eyebrows raised. “One drink. If you’re interested.”
“But it won’t be a date.”
“No, it won’t be a date,” I confirm.
“Then I’ll stay for a little while.”
He steps back into the room, walks to the bar, and pours two glasses of champagne. We sit on the couch, thighs touching, and I shift myself so I’m facing him. Evander watches me curiously, sipping his drink.
“You said you have a meeting,” I prompt, desperate to fill the sexually charged silence. This man is a beast, and we both know why he’s still sitting here close to me.
The sick thing is I want it, but I’m afraid.
“An important meeting,” he confirms. “Whenever possible, I like to scout out the location for something like this in advance. Get familiar with the surroundings so there are no surprises.”
“Sounds like you’re planning for a war.”
He grunts, head tilting to the side. “Something like that, actually.”
“What do you do for work?”
“I’m in consulting.” His eyes sparkle with some joke I don’t understand.
“That must be, uh, fun?”
“It has its moments. What about you? Did you have a job before—” He leaves that unfinished.
“No job,” I say. “No degree, no prospects.”
“Any plans beyond tonight?”
