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He shot me a smile every minute, it seemed, never letting go of my hand the entire time we were driving.
Finally, we pulled up to the grand entrance of the city's most exclusive hotel, The Grand Astoria Plaza. Carrie and I had talked about trying to come here for drinks some time, when we saved up more money. A cocktail was like fifty dollars.
My eyes widened as I stared out my window at the crimson bedecked stairs that led up to the hotel. The valet attendants, dressed in sharp uniforms, rushed towards our car. Carter opened his door and handed the keys to one of them with a casual ease that showed just how used to all this luxury he was.
One of the other valet guys was reaching for my door as Carter rounded the car. I heard the muffled sound of Carter’s voice and the guy backed away, leaving room for Carter to open the door instead.
“Fuck, baby. I don’t know whether I want to hide you from everyone’s eyes, because every asshole in this place is going to want you…or if I want to show you off,” he growled, his gaze skimming over how much leg was showing through the slit in my dress.
I beamed at him and he shook his head, like he was the dazed one now.
“Show you off for sure. Because I’m the luckiest damn man in the world.”
That was a stretch. A huge stretch. But I did feel pretty for once, like maybe I could go inside this fancy place and not immediately be seen as some kind of imposter.
He led me inside, and I gasped when we stepped into the hotel lobby. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, twinkling over the white and black marble floors and plush, velvet furnishings. The air was scented with the delicate fragrance of fresh flowers, a rich person scent that made me salivate. The hotel's staff greeted us with polite smiles and the soft strains of a piano playing in the background.
I’d joked about feeling like Cinderella earlier, but it really wasn’t a joke. Not at all.
First Greyson whisking me away to Paris…for the day.
Now this.
And my moment with Sebastian, while not fancy, was certainly just as memorable.
Even Jack sweeping into the bar that night.
I felt like I was going to pinch myself and find out I’d been dreaming all along.
Which would majorly suck.
We headed towards the golden elevator doors across the lobby and stepped inside as they opened with a soft, elegant swoosh. Carter flashed me a charming smile that set my heart racing.
He pressed the button for the fiftieth floor, and a nervous thrill ran through me. At the top of the hotel was what was supposed to be the city's finest restaurant—except it was invite only.
Apparently, star athletes were one of the people on their list.
“Better stop smiling like that, baby,” he growled suddenly in a raspy, rough voice.
“What?”
Suddenly, I was pressed against the mirrored wall, a whimper slipping from my mouth as a desperate, needy feeling washed over me. His lips caressed mine, soft and eager. I was frozen in place, not responding at first. Carter gently fisted my hair. “Kiss me,” he ordered. And then his mouth descended on mine again.
Rougher.
His tongue thrust into me, fucking my mouth. Whimpers spilled from me in a constant stream as my lips closed around his tongue, sucking eagerly.
Screw the restaurant. I wanted him to do any and every thing he wanted, just as long as I got his dick inside me. Now.
I was about to suggest that we ditch the restaurant and do just that, when he abruptly yanked himself away with a “fuck”, smoothing my hair into place and wiping the red lipstick off his mouth…right as the elevator doors opened.
"I hope you like French food," he said in a slightly out of breath voice. His eyes were burning with hunger, and I knew the same frantic look was echoed in mine as well.
Considering how fancy this dinner was about to be, it was going to be excruciating.
“I do,” I said in a neutral voice, considering the last…and first time I’d had French food was in France…with Greyson.
It was then that I finally noticed the restaurant.
