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“Where are we going?”
He doesn’t answer, instead he searches the restaurant.
He calls over a tall, lanky man, who rushes our way.
“Is it okay if my director of international business and I run upstairs for a quick meeting? We need to strategize. We wouldn’t want the Chinese to win this bid, would we?”
“Certainly not, Mr. Van Der Linden. We must keep this contract in America.” The man looks so serious and so eager to help. “It’s usually pretty quiet upstairs at this time of the day. You’re a VIP member, please feel free to conduct business upstairs. It’s more private and it seems you’re working on something big. Should I get someone to bring coffee and dessert?”
Bryce has influence.
Scratch that.
Bryce has power.
He’s a persuasive CEO who gets what he wants, when he wants it.
“That won’t be necessary,” Bryce says. “It will be intense work. We’ll have little time for coffee.”
“Very well,” the man says. “May I suggest the Danube room. We just cleared it.”
“Excellent,” Bryce says. He shifts his attention my way. “Let’s go. It’s far more private for us to conduct business upstairs.”
He slides one hand under my elbow and guides me through the restaurant while resting his other hand on the small of my back as we make our way to the stairs leading to the private area of the restaurant.
We soon arrive to the Danube room.
Bryce urges me inside and closes the door behind us. He slides a chair under the door handle, barricading us inside.
He turns to face me, and closes the distance between us.
He pulls out the roll of bills from his pocket. “Let’s round this out to three hours, shall we? That should cover the coffee, the meeting with college frenemy Claire, and you showing me the matching bra and panties set to your sexy white shoes,” he says, as he stuffs a pile of money down the front of my bra. “This is between you and me. I won’t tell Todd if you don’t”
“I won’t.”
“Our little secret.”
I nod.
He gives me a onceover. “It’s a good thing you’re wearing a dress, it’s going to make things a whole lot easier for me.”
“What do you mean?”
He grabs my bag and drops it on a table before returning to stand in front of me.
“Bryce—”
He gets down on his knees in front of me and hitches my dress up to my waist.
Holy shit.
“You weren’t teasing me. You are wearing a matching set of white lace underwear. Very sexy,” he says, looking up at me with his piercing blue eyes. “I’d love to have more time with you, but this is a private restaurant. We’re going to have to make it a quickie.”
Sex in public?
“Are you kidding?”
He flashes me a dangerously sexy smile. “Are you afraid of getting caught?”
