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I can’t not touch her. I gather her in my arms. “I wanted to get you something that would make you smile. And something that would make me smile when you model them for me later.”
Her blush deepens, and I lean in to kiss her forehead.
We both laugh, and she puts her head on my shoulder. Her smell and warmth are like a drug, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, feeling more alive than I have ever felt before.
The phone rings, and we both jump. I let go of Kaitlyn and answer the call. After a few minutes of conversation, Harry tells me that they’ve identified the perpetrator and they’re getting Kaitlyn’s things back to her.
“Thank you. Please save that video footage. I’ll take care of the individual myself.” I didn’t even ask who it was. I will deal with it later. I want nothing more to ruin tonight.
I hang up the phone and turn back to Kaitlyn. “Your things have been located and are being returned to your room.”
Kaitlyn's body sags with relief. Then she wraps her arms around my waist, stretches up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. “Thank you for doing this for me, Elliott.”
“It was nothing.” I can feel the emotion draining away from her body as she relaxes against me. “Come on,” I say after a few moments, “Let’s grab dinner and forget about this for tonight.”
We head out to the restaurant I had reserved earlier and enjoy a wonderful meal in each other’s company before heading to the theater. We hold hands in our private box and make out between the acts. I’ve never enjoyed the theater more.
Despite the horrendous start to our night, it is one of the most memorable evenings of my life—one that makes me realize there is something very special brewing between us.
Something I don’t want to lose at the end of Kaitlyn’s week in New York.
Chapter7
Kaitlyn
Istand in the center of Elliott’s suite, my hands laced behind my back as I survey my surroundings. Everywhere I look, I see evidence of his luxurious lifestyle. From the scent of his expensive cologne lingering in the air to a vast collection of books lining one shelf in a seemingly effortless fashion. Elegant pieces of furniture are arranged around the room in a way that creates an inviting atmosphere.
“The place is beautiful.” It sure doesn’t look like my hotel room.
I can’t help but be impressed by the amount of money he must have spent to redo this suite to his liking. He mentioned he travels a lot, but I can tell he considers this place his home.
The plush carpets, the dark wooden floors, and the high ceilings create a sense of grandeur. The huge glass windows overlooking the city skyline.
“Can I entice you to stay the night?” Elliott is still standing in the doorway, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, a mischievous grin on his face. He is clearly enjoying my amazement.
I ignore his request for the moment. “Thank you for dinner and the show. I’ve never eaten in such a sophisticated place before. The food was unbelievable. And I don’t know how you got tickets for that show. I searched online before I even flew here, but they were sold out.” I can’t help but feel overwhelmed.
He strolls across the room, stopping right in front of me. Our toes are almost touching. “Fancy restaurants, shows, all of this is nothing compared to spending time with you.” He leans close and kisses me lightly on the lips. “How about that stay?” he whispers, his arms wrapping around me. “I can’t wait to see you in my presents.”
The heat of his breath on my skin sends a shiver up my spine, and I can’t help but respond to his touch with a soft kiss of my own. We stand there for a moment, our lips fused together, using our hands to light each other up. I don’t think either of us wants to be the first to break the connection.
Finally, I make the sacrifice. I drop my forehead to his chest, my hands fisted in his shirt, and take a moment to catch my breath before I raise my head. “May I use your bedroom to change?”
His eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. “Of course. It’s upstairs, the only room up there.
Picking up my purse from where I’d dropped it on the sofa, the elegantly wrapped gift, and the tote bag I’d brought with my toiletries and make-up, I head for the stairs. I glance back briefly and catch Elliott watching my every step. My God, the man is gorgeous. And at least for the remainder of my time in New York, he’s all mine.
The upstairs is just as stylish as the main level. Elliott’s bedroom is decorated with stately furniture, luxurious fabrics, and artwork.
As I unpack my things, I can’t help the nervous tension building inside me. Since the beginning, this trip has not been at all what I envisioned when I spontaneously booked my flight. Although I normally would not have splurged on a place like this, I didn’t give the cost of the Fairchild a second thought when they had a room available. My only thought had been escaping the big event. Once here to keep my mind off of what was happening back home, I planned to shop, take in a show, and visit the sights.
I’ve done all those things but never thought I’d do them with a man like Elliot Carrington as my escort. What do I have that a man as rich as him wants? I live paycheck to paycheck, working at a landscaping company. The very minute I walked into the lobby, I realized my travel attire made me look like an innocent country bumpkin. And then I mistook the owner of the hotel for a bellhop.
Margo will laugh about that for the next five years.
I spread the pieces of lace and silk lingerie out before me on Elliott’s bed, unable to decide which one to put on first. They’re all so delicate and beautiful. More expensive than anything I buy for myself.
Should I make him wait a little longer?
