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“You don’t want to know,” I say, pulling her into the car as the elevator’s doors slide open.
I push her toward the metal wall, pressing my body against hers. “At least not yet.”
I take her mouth and kiss her hard. Fuck, I’m never going to get enough of her. I’m lost in her, wishing to do more but I manage to stop. I have to set boundaries. Though, I don’t know where I’m going to find the strength to withhold the urge to drag her to my room and make her mine.
“We have to stop.” I groan, barely remembering my own name and am surprised by the roughness of my own voice.
For a long moment, we look at each other. She’s breathing as rapidly as I am. Her eyes are so dark I can’t see her pupils.
“Somehow, I don’t think you believe your own words, Mr. Miller.” She gives me a cheeky smile.
I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Have I told you you’re beautiful?”
“No,” she says, her face softening. “We can order room service,” she proposes with a suggestive voice.
“Maybe on Wednesday. Today I’m taking you on a proper date,” I say, fixing my jacket and my pants as the elevator reaches the top floor.
ChapterSixteen
Knightly
Sparks fly all around us.It’s like fireworks burst between us. The desire to have his hands all over me increases. Dinner be damned; take me to my room. The urge I feel draws me closer to him.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks.
Landon gLandons at me as we wait for the hostess to show us to our seats.
“Just a penny for all of them?” I say, still catching my breath from our kiss. “There’s a lot going on in my mind.”
Especially how I can’t seem to grasp this moment. My stomach is tied into a big knot and my heart races frantically. I’m on a date with Landon Miller, and instead of having something smart to say, I’m just focusing on his strong hands and his muscular arms. I stare at his broad, powerful shoulders encased by a formal jacket. He’s always attractive but now, looking at him dressed formally is unsettling.
“That’s a lot of energy wasted,” he says with a low, dark velvety voice that slides down from my ears and hits right between my legs.
And he has to throw me that sexy, stupid smirk that makes my insides curl and my ovaries explode. It’s the sensual curve of his mouth and the things I bet he can do with those lips.
“What can I do to make you forget home?” He interrupts my daydreaming with his rough voice. “If you want to talk about what’s going on with the resort, I can tell you what I know. As long as you promise to put it on the back burner for the rest of the trip.”
I sober up at the mention of the resort. Why in the world would my brother want me far away when he’s in trouble?
“Why did he go to you?” I start with the basic question. “Don’t get me wrong, I get it. You’re his best friend. Like Hops and I, we’d rather call you first than call our siblings.”
He takes my hand, his calloused fingers caressing the inside of my wrist, making me shiver.
“Between the state-of-the-art resort they opened in Stowe and Airbnb, the bookings dropped dramatically,” he explains.
“Why didn’t he tell us?”
“You’ll have to take that one up with him,” he says, but I’m positive he knows the answer to it.
“Like he’ll answer. He thinks he knows everything. Every time I make a suggestion, he shoots it down, like the spa,” I protest. “And now he owns fifty percent of the place, which means he’s going to ignore any ideas that I bring to the table.”
He shakes his head. “I own fifty percent of the resort.”
My eyes widen, and I forget how to breathe. Damian didn’t dare sell the resort. We have rules, a tradition to follow.
“How?” I ask angrily. “He sold it to you?”
“Yes, but in ten years he can buy me out by paying off the loan with interest,” he explains.
