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He shuts the door behind him. “Hey, stranger.”
I push out of my seat, and I don’t know what to do. I just stand with my desk between Xander and me. “Hey.” It’s my lame reply.
He stands against the door, his five-thousand-dollar suit has never looked better on him. I want to storm toward him, but I don’t. We just stare at each other.
“I don’t have long. The asshole went above my head and got me to do his bidding for him for two weeks. I hate working with my father.”
Lynol Inc is represented by our firm in Minneapolis, I’m not surprised, with another Lynol Inc. office here in New York, it makes sense this branch represents him, too.
“You’re here for two weeks?” I’m unable to hide my excitement.
“Nah. Just a couple of days. I’m at the Four Seasons across from Central Park. Are we still on for dinner?”
I lean over my desk. “Yeah, if you are.”
He rakes his fingers through his short hair. I find it so fucking sexy, and I have to purposely tame my hard-on that comes out when he’s around.
“Hell, Farmer. What I really want is to come over and kiss the fuck out of you.”
I blow out a deep breath I’d been holding in, because I feel it, too. “Xan,” I whisper, but my eyes lock on his.
“I can’t go into this meeting with a boner, baby.”
Baby. He calls me baby and I melt. “So tonight?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’ll send you the name of the restaurant, and we can meet there, about eight?” he asks.
I shake my head no. I don’t want a restaurant. His demeanor changes and his stare is that of death, what I remembered from so many years of being his enemy.
“We’re doing this again. I thought we were past playing games.”
I begin to laugh, and I can’t help it. “No, Xan. It’s not what I meant. I don’t think I want to go out for dinner tonight, I’d rather…”
His grumpy frown changes into a gorgeous grin. “Oh, I think I like your idea better, too. I’ll text you my hotel information.”
His phone is in his hand and there’s a distinct ring, and he glances at it, as the grin erases from his face. “Fuck, duty calls.” He opens the door, turning around before taking his leave. “I’ll see you later?”
His smile contains a sensuous flame. I hold on to it in my memory and before I can answer, he’s gone. I didn’t realize before now how much I’ve missed Xander Lynol.
22
XANDER
Ipull out my phone for the tenth time since returning to my hotel suite. I’d hoped to receive an invitation back to his new apartment because this place screams pretentious. When I told my father’s newest secretary I’d book my own reservation, she assured me that my father was taking care of it. Nothing but the best when representing the company. But like so many others believe, I’m simply an extension of my father. His patsy.
No one tells Lyle Lynol no, except for me. I told my father to fuck off. I didn’t want to be under his thumb for two weeks, but dear old dad went behind my back, asking my boss to put me on special assignment.
Part of me wants to request a new room, something that doesn’t take up half of the highest floor. But as I will Clark to text me, I don’t want to delay the inevitable, and that’s fucking the sexy man. And where I think the word fucking, it’s so much more than a simple fuck. I’m transported to a life with someone who cares for me, and not the next thing I can do for them. I never thought after losing David another could come along. Sure, I may not love Clark, not at this juncture but I can see it heading that way for me.
My heart dropped today when I misunderstood his intentions. I thought he was blowing me off. He wants what I want and it’s his body against mine.
My heart hammers in my chest, wanting every part of Clark tonight, knowing I’ll have to leave in two days. But the thought of two nights of him next to me, and my boner begins to tent my slacks.
There’s a light knock on the door, and as I open it, I suspect it’s room service with some appetizers and champagne. I’m met with Clark’s handsome face and his hair down, dropping over his shoulders. I pull at his tie, only to take thedo not disturbsign and place it out for room service. I’ll order again later. After the quick logistical maneuver, I pull him close to me.
“I can’t wait to have you,” I whisper in his ear, never once breaking contact with his skin.
“And it’s why I wanted to skip dinner,” Clark replies almost as breathless as I am.
