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He casts a look over at me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re welcome.”
The sounds of laughter and conversation fade away as we walk farther up the street back to that first intersection where the barricades are now being removed, and vehicular traffic admitted.
The drive back to the hotel is quiet, as is our walk through the hotel, to the elevator, and up to my floor. When we stop in front of my door, I turn, my back against the dark wood grain.
Elliott is standing close.
An awkwardness descends on me. I haven’t been on a date in years. I don’t know what to do. Do I kiss him? Say goodnight? Invite him in?
Thankfully, he takes the decision out of my hand when he places a finger under my chin and gently tips my head back.
A marching band could parade their way up the hallway right now, and I couldn’t drag my eyes away from his. I’m falling into their depths as he lowers his face, his warm breath caressing my skin.
My nipples harden beneath my dress. My thighs quiver and my pussy tingles.
But he doesn’t kiss me.
Is he waiting for permission?
“You can kiss me,” I blurt out.
His nostrils flare, the only sign I get before his mouth crashes down on mine. It begins as a clash of teeth and tongues. But before I can suck in air, he changes course and becomes tender, exploring. He rests his other hand on my waist and jerks me against him. His hard erection presses into my belly.
The man kisses like a God.
My lady bits want to party.
A door slams shut down the hall, and I break our connection, touching my forehead to his.
“I want you, Kaitlyn.”
Wow. I’ve never had a man say that to me. Brandon never said that to me. “We can’t. I don’t want you to get fired.”
“I can’t get fired.”
I place my hands on his chest intending to gently urge him to step back. But the pounding of his heart under my palm has me curling my fingers into his shirt, keeping him in place. “I won’t let you risk your job, especially when I’m only here for a few days. There must be rules about fraternizing with the guests. I would never forgive myself.”
He closes his eyes. “Kaitlyn, I own the hotel.”
Chapter4
Elliott
Ididn’t plan on telling Kaitlyn that last night. I would have eventually, or she would have discovered it on her own, but I liked the anonymity. This adorable woman had no clue who I was, and for a while there last night, I was an ordinary guy on a regular date with a pretty woman.
After I let the truth slip, she gaped at me, wide-eyed and blinking rapidly. She didn’t say a word for a solid minute. Then she spun around, unlocked her door, and slipped inside, the door slamming shut in my face.Okay, she didn’t slam it, but it closed, hard. Probably the spring mechanism.
I’ve tried calling her room, but she hasn’t answered. I unethically used my position to get her phone number off her reservation and sent her three texts, apologizing and telling her I wanted to spend the afternoon with her. I want to assume her silence is because she’s out exploring the city on her own, but my gut tells me otherwise.
I sigh and push open the door to my suite, feeling defeated. What else can I do? She has a right to be mad. I made her out to be a fool. I should have known better and kept my identity to myself.
I flop down on the leather sofa and pull my laptop out of my bag, hoping to distract myself with some work. I don’t get far, though.
I get up and rummage through my credenza drawers until I come across a folded brochure I picked up at the airport on one of my trips. I open it and flip through the pictures of all the things to do in New York City. Kaitlyn had said something about wanting to see a show.
Maybe that’s what I should do. I can use my connections to get her into the best events. I scoop up my laptop and get to work, intent on finding Kaitlyn something I hope she’ll like. I can’t promise she’ll forgive me, but I can at least give her a night to remember.
When I open my browser, my bookmarked list of clubs comes up, and I pause. What I wouldn’t give to take Kaitlyn to a club. You can learn so much about somebody from how they respond to watching other people have sex. Would she be embarrassed or enraptured? Would she touch herself while she watched? Would she let me touch her? Considering we just met, I didn’t even get to probe last night to see if she’d be open to the idea. But now I can’t get it out of my head. I add visiting a club to my options.
