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“Is this a special occasion?” she asked him, but the tingling sensation spreading through her body made the answer abundantly clear to her. It was a special occasion, all right.
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Twenty minutes later, Amy found herself in the penthouse suite with a glass of champagne in her hand.
She couldn’t focus on the drink. She was sure it was very good, just as he’d claimed, but while he was sitting so close to her, all she could think about was the heat of his body, and the heat beginning to grow in hers.
God, it’s been so long.So long since anyone had touched her. She wanted it so badly. And somehow, the fact that she had just met this man, that they knew nothing about each other, just made it even hotter.
“I’m glad you came up with me tonight,” he said. “I’ve got a pretty high-pressure meeting in the morning. The company will help.”
With a boldness she’d never known she possessed, Amy said, “Can I help distract you?”
He nodded slowly.
She unbuttoned her shirt, her breath catching. She felt years younger all of a sudden.
The man sipped his champagne, and she appreciated the way he didn’t just start pawing at her the way some men would. He seemed to regard her as something to be admired, and it made her feel even more sensual than she had so far.
She couldn’t remember ever having felt this aroused. And the two of them hadn’t even done anything yet.
He set down his glass. “I think that’s enough to drink for now,” he said quietly. “Would you like to take this into the bedroom?”
Amy couldn’t believe how fast things were progressing. She’d met this man less than an hour ago, and he was asking her into his bed. She had never moved this quickly with a man in all her life—but her body was clamoring for his.
“I’d like that,” she said, smiling at him.
He held out his hand to her. She took it and allowed herself to be led into the bedroom.
It was one of the most lavishly appointed rooms she’d ever seen, and she couldn’t believe it was in the same building as her standard queen room on the ninth floor. They didn’t look like they belonged on the same planet.
The bed in the center of the room was on a raised section of flooring, almost like a podium, and she could tell without having to feel for herself that the bedding was much nicer than the sheets she’d been given. There was a second bathroom in here with sliding doors which had been left ajar, and she could see the ceramic flooring and marble sink. And on the far side of the room was a balcony, behind French doors and with gauze curtains hanging across it.
She barely had time to appreciate it, though, before he had guided her to the bed and sat her down on the edge.
He slid his fingers beneath the collar of her shirt, peeled it back over her shoulders, and tossed it to the floor.
Amy felt as if all her nerve endings were lighting up at the same time. This was the most adventurous thing she had ever done in her life. She felt wild.
His hand cupped the back of her neck as he stood before her, and she could smell the scent of his body.
“Tell me your name,” he breathed.
And she hadn’t wanted to—she’d wanted to keep this exciting and anonymous—but now she threw caution to the wind, realizing with a burst of alarm that she wanted him badly enough that she was unlikely to refuse him anything at all.
“Amy,” she breathed.
CHAPTER4
ADRIANO
The moment he heard her name, he froze.
It wasn’t such an uncommon name. There must be thousands of Amys in Denver. There were probably several Amys in this very hotel.
And she’d said she was in town because of home renovations. Not because she was trying to meet with a potential patient and investor.
He was overthinking things.
