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Damn right she had. Chloe felt a sense of having snatched just a tiny bit of her own life back. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
The well-dressed concierge didn’t so much as bat an eyelid as Chloe and Jordan stepped out of the elevator which had brought them up from the parking garage. Instead, he walked calmly across the hotel lobby and stood in front of Chloe, effectively blocking her from anyone’s prying gaze. He looked directly at Jordan. “Good afternoon, Mister Royal, is there anything you require for this afternoon?”
Chloe was impressed. It was a neat trick. With Jordan’s strong, protective arm wrapped about her shoulder, holding her to him, she was well concealed.
I forget he knows the tricks of staying out of public view.
“Privacy would be nice. Could you ask that the head of guest services be the only one who comes to my suite? An order for food will be sent down shortly.”
The broad shouldered concierge nodded his understanding. “Of course. I will let her know. No one else will be permitted near your suite, Mister Royal.”
With an ease that spoke of a lifetime of habit, Jordan produced a keycard out of his jeans pocket and tapped it gently on the wall next to a nearby elevator. A soft ting quickly followed. As the doors opened, Jordan gave a nod to the concierge, who in turn finally looked at Chloe and bowed his head. “Please enjoy your stay.”
The concierge held the doors open as Chloe and Jordan stepped into the elevator. Her last view of him was of his back as he stood guard. No one else was getting in the car with them.
“Wow, the staff members of your hotel really do know the meaning of the word discretion. I’ve been to plenty of hotels where the folk who work the front desk have been yelling my name the second, I set foot in the lobby. They are also the ones who tend to pick up the phone and call the local paparazzi as soon as I am out of earshot.”
Jordan spun Chloe into his embrace. His touch sent tingles through her body. They became sparks as he bent and placed a warm, tender kiss on her lips. “You will always be safe at one of our hotels. And especially when you are with me. I will never let anyone hurt you. Trust me.”
She blinked back tears. How long had she yearned to hear those words from a man, to know she could trust him? Too long.
All my life.
“Oh shoot,” exclaimed Jordan.
“What?”
“I left the chocolates in the car, did you want me to go back and get them?”
The chocolates were lovely, but they were fine where they were. She had other things on her mind. The moment they had stepped out of the hire car, Jordan had put a protective arm around her, and he hadn’t let go. The way he made her feel was sweeter than anything she could have eaten.
She planted a tempting kiss on his lips. “I can think of another delectable thing I would like to feast on. Something that will make us both forget about the chocolates.”
He kissed her again. “And I’m meant to be the bad influence.”
Chloe’s lady bits started a now familiar happy dance. They liked what came with being alone with Jordan.
When the elevator stopped at the top floor, the doors opened onto a small entrance area a few feet wide. On the other side of the narrow foyer was a pale cream door.
Chloe grinned as Jordan tugged her to the door. He tapped his card against the keypad and pushed the door open with his foot all in one graceful,sexy as hellmove.
Today was the first time they’d met in person since Paris. In the days following their encounter in the French capital, Jordan and Chloe had texted, sent DMs, Zoomed, and even emailed one another. But nothing could compare to the heady tactile joy of being able to touch. Skin on skin.
“Would you like a drink? I have various bottles of water, and the coffee machine is one of those super expensive ones that do everything apart from call your name to collect your order. I think there is some decaf somewhere, or peppermint tea.”
Chloe shook her head. She knew exactly what she wanted. “I want you. Every inch. Naked. And now. Please.”
“Such lovely manners.” Jordan took Chloe’s phone and purse from out of her hands. His warm fingers settled at her waist. He lifted her sweater and camisole up and over her head. She loved that he wasn’t messing around.
He hooked a finger into the front of her bra and pulled her hard against him. She enjoyed his rough playfulness. As she stood, face pressed into his chest, Jordan’s other hand worked the clasps of her bra free. The man had skills.
One. Two. He brushed the thin straps off her shoulders. Then with a masterful flick of the wrist, he tore the bra from her body and tossed it onto the floor.
I really should give him a round of applause.
Jordan sank straight to his knees, cupping a naked breast in either hand as he went down. His teeth nipped at her left nipple sending a shiver of pleasurable pain racing down her spine. “Jordan. Oh god.”
