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I type a quick message to Louise.It’s me. Don’t faint—I’m on the way to Queen’s Hotel with a gorgeous guy. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow!!!!!!!
I send it. She’s seeing me off at 9:15 a.m. when I catch the bus. I can imagine how shocked she’s going to be.
“Done,” I say, sliding my phone into my back pocket.
“Good.” He leads me across the road, toward the hotel doors.
“Thank you,” I say, a little shyly. “For suggesting it.”
He squeezes my hand, and then we go through the revolving doors and into the foyer.
The only time I’ve been in a hotel like this was when I did some work on one of their computer systems. The foyer has subtle lighting and elegant furnishings, and the women behind the desk look as if they belong in a department store, with spotless makeup and classy clothes.
I feel scruffy in my black jeans and jacket. Saxon, though, strides across the white tiled floor as if he owns the place, over to the elevators, and presses the button.
It suddenly occurs to me that he’s staying in a hotel. “Are you visiting Auckland?” I ask. He nods, but he doesn’t say where he’s from. That’s fair enough. Why should he share when I haven’t? That’s not what this is about. This is just physical. This is about sex, pure and simple.
Holy fuck. What the hell am I doing?
To cover my nerves, I say, “What does Doctor Who eat with his pizza?”
“I don’t know.”
“Dalek bread.”
He laughs, and the look he gives me is filled with heat. He likes me teasing him.
The elevator pings, the doors open, and we walk inside. The panel on the wall has twenty-six buttons. To my surprise, he presses button twenty-six and swipes his key card. He’s on the top floor. The penthouse? Holy shit. I look at him with fresh eyes. I remember his Apple Watch, the casual way he paid for the round of drinks, his well-fitting suit, his confident walk. This guy has money, and he’s obviously used to staying in places like this.
The doors close, and as the elevator begins to rise, he pushes me up against the wall and crushes his lips to mine.
Oh my God, talk about zero to a hundred in seconds—my thermostat shoots through the roof, and my face flames as he takes my hands and pins them above my head, slanting his lips across mine. He delves his tongue into my mouth, leaning against me so I can feel his hard body from our chests all the way to our knees.
We’re going to be expending some serious energy… I think a more accurate description might be enthusiastic.
Yes, enthusiastic is definitely a word I would use to describe this guy, along with a slew of others I’m sure were invented for him—ardent, passionate, vigorous, seductive, and sexy to name but a few.
I know people have one-night stands all the time. I was watching a movie set during the London Blitz the other day, and in that a couple who’d just met sneaked off during an air raid. The Tinder generation certainly didn’t invent it. But even so, I’ve never slept with a guy without knowing him well first—not because I have principles, but, well, I’ve never met a guy who’s wanted me enough to ask me to bed on the first date. This is totally out of my comfort zone. But holy heck, is it hot.
He lifts his head and trails his fingers down from the palms of my hands, over my arms, and down my ribs all the way to my waist. “I love these,” he murmurs. He kisses my nose, then across my cheeks, presumably referring to my freckles.
“Weirdo,” I reply, although I’m touched.
He chuckles and kisses my mouth again. “Yeah,” he says. “You’d better get used to that.”
“Don’t tell me, you have a foot fetish or something.”
“I have an everything fetish where you’re concerned.” He runs a strand of my hair through his fingers. “Will you let this down in a minute?”
“You’re turned on by carrot tops?”
He frowns. “Don’t refer to it like that.”
I shiver at his scolding tone, but try to sound sassy. “Are you telling me off?”
“Yes. Your hair’s beautiful. It made me think of a tiger when I first saw it.” The elevator stops and the doors open. He takes my hand. “Come on.”
I’ve never been compared to a tiger before. Flattered, I follow him out into a long corridor that runs the whole width of the building. There are only four doors off it, though, two on one side, two on the other. He goes to the one marked with the number two, swipes his key card, opens it, and stands back to let me enter.
