Page 100 of Tempt Me

His blue eyes were the color of Artic ice—crisp, clear, and breathtaking. “The penthouses. Nice?”

I nodded and inwardly cringed at my lack of foresight.

The redhead stepped out of the elevator on the third floor. My floor. But because of the other men with me, I couldn’t wait to see which room he walked to. So, as I rode the painfully slow elevator up to the penthouse floor without a single word from the remaining two men, I stewed over how I’d work out which room the redhead was staying in.

After the remaining men vacated the elevator, I pressed the button for the third floor again. By the time the doors re-opened, I had a plan to find my man, and it was so simple that it bordered on ridiculous.

I went to my room and set about transforming myself into Memphis. As I pictured my hunky redhead and his fascinating blue eyes, I used that as my inspiration. My red wig was nothing compared to the locks of the flaming redhead I’d seen last night in the green satin dress, but it was still very good. And for a bit of fun, I wrestled my new blue contact lenses into position.

When I glanced in the mirror, the transformation was confronting. With these changes in place, I could walk right up to my mother, and she wouldn’t recognize me.

A scenario played out in my head. I decided that for today’s outfit, I’d wear my bikini. It was maroon with a white floral pattern and maroon string straps that tied at my hips and over my neck.

I slipped a sheer white cover-up with a plunging V-neckline over my bikini and added a set of chunky wooden necklaces and earrings to give it a funky, hippy feel. The accessories weren’t exactly practical for swimming, but they were perfect for jazzing up my style.

With a pair of flat sandals on my feet, I grabbed my bag, confirmed I had my basic essentials of condoms, my phone, and some cash, and headed out the door.

With a plan to simply knock on all the doors on my floor until I found my man, I walked to the opposite end of the corridor and started knocking. It was a bold plan, and I guessed I could use my master key, but the thought of walking in on the wrong person was enough to put me off it. I loved a simple plan.

The first four doors I knocked on went unanswered, and I began to wonder if I’d taken too long to get ready and had somehow missed him.

The fifth door was opened by a young, fair-skinned woman with bloodshot eyes and hair that scrambled in all directions.

“Oh God, sorry,” I said, as I realized I’d probably woken her up. “Wrong room.”

She rolled her eyes, huffed, and closed the door.

I leaned back against the wall and covered my face with my hands.

What the hell! I’m knocking on random doors to find a stranger that I want to fuck.

I really have gone nuts!

Chapter Thirty

My insatiable libido was making me do things that were borderline crazy. I should return to my room and crawl into bed for the rest of the day.

But then I thought of my redhead and his stunning blue eyes, his rippling abs, his gorgeous smile. And I decided to knock on just one more door.

My heart thundered in my chest as I waited.

The door opened and there he was. Mr. Redhead. Dressed in a tiny pair of black shorts, he was one of the most naturally beautiful yet uniquely different men I’d ever had the pleasure of being this close to. Words trapped in my throat as he peered at me.

“Hello.”

I stepped back, making a show of running my gaze up his glorious body. Actually, it wasn’t really a show; the vista was excellent. “Wow,” I said.

He blinked, and his eyebrows bounced up to meet his red bangs.

“You’re incredible,” I said.

A smile graced his lips, and he chuckled. “Thanks. So are you.”

I curled some of my wig over my shoulder. “I saw you on the beach.”

“Oh.”

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Clutching my wig, I twirled a section around my hand.

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