She swallowed. “What do you like?”
Grabbing her roughly by the hips, I pulled her directly in front of me and pushed her legs open, fitting my thighs between them. She gripped the edge of the desk.
“I like to look,” I said, lifting my eyes toward her.
I knew the instant she understood what I meant. She almost looked ready to flee, but there was that spark again.
“Show me.”
She slowly lifted herself onto my desk, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. I didn’t look away from her as she opened her legs, putting a foot on either side of my chair.
“Do you like what you see, Mr. Black?” She asked tentatively.
My eyes dropped and I groaned to myself, I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in the softness between her legs.
“Yes, I do. Very much. Do you know what else I like?”
“What?”
Meeting her stare again, “My coffee. Black.”
Ten
Rosslyn
The next morning I woke with the sun. A coffee in hand, I stood at the massive set of windows and watched the world come alive. Memories from the night before and how I’d spent it filing papers and doing secretary work in the smallest clothes known to man, made me laugh. I should have been mad, but I couldn’t help it. Sebastian really was a crazy freak, and I guess I was one, too, because I was kind of enjoying our little games.
An hour later, I walked Kyle to the lobby where we were met by Mr. Martin. When I got back to the room, I cried in the shower. It was the strangest thing to cry when things were sort of looking up, but I cried for Kyle, for Gran, for my parents—I sobbed loudly over life in general, which was so unbalanced. Things could change at the drop of a hat. Thanks to Sebastian, life was getting easier—more confusing, but easier.
Then again, Sebastian was just another thing in my life that wasn’t permanent. Not to mention, he was all over the place. I wasn’t sure I understood him, but I knew I’d gotten myself mixed into something crazy. After a life that was pretty boring and spent taking care of others, maybe crazy was what I needed.
When I was done, I turned off the shower, pulled back the curtain, only to find new clothes and a thick luxurious towel waiting in the bathroom for me.
Quickly, I dried my body and instead of dressing in the clothes, I threw the complimentary robe on. I didn’t know who was in the room with me, but I wasn’t going to sit around in the bathroom scared to find out.
I crept into the living space of the hotel and found Sebastian. He’d forgone his typical suit for a pair of jeans and a collar shirt that clung to his thick chest and arms. He was standing in the middle of the room, slinging a set of keys around his finger. Staring at the view of the city, his hair was messy and held a pair of sunglasses. He looked delicious.
Once he realized I was staring at him, he turned his gorgeous blue eyes on me.
The air left my body. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
The side of his mouth lifted, showing off his sexy set of dimples. “The room’s in my name and I paid for it.”
He stalked toward me and I was suddenly aware of how awful I must have looked. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe he wouldn’t want to have sex with me at that exact moment.
I reached up and touched a strand of soaking wet hair. “I know I must look…”
“Absolutely fucking sexy.”
He ran his hand down my cheek and grinned down at me. “There are droplets of water covering the skin I can see. I’d like to lick them from your body.”
I shivered and pulled the robe around me tighter.
“But first, I want to know why you’re crying.” He pinched my chin roughly like he had the day before, and exhilaration ran through me. “Sexy lips like these should never wear a frown.”
I wanted him to kiss me hard, but he pulled away, releasing my chin.
He spoke and looked at me like we’d known each other for years. It wasn’t terrible. It made me feel an odd sense of security that I hadn’t felt since Gran was alive.
“It’s nothing,” I said.
“I think I know what’s bothering you. Get dressed,” he said sternly. “I want to show you something.” He turned me toward the bathroom and patted my butt.
I picked out my nicest bra and panty set, and dressed quickly in the clothes he brought for me. The tags were still on them and I almost died when I saw that the pants alone were more than two hundred dollars. I quit looking from that point on. The shirt he bought fit perfectly and the green color of it looked nice with my red hair.
I brushed my teeth, ran a brush through my wet locks, and looked at myself in the stand-up mirror in the corner. Sebastian had really nice taste in clothing.