Page 66 of Tempt Me

He held up one finger. “Excuse me for a sec.”

I admired his sexy butt as he walked to the bathroom and disappeared.

I used the isolation to climb off the table. One glance at my knickers was enough to know they were ruined. After wiping myself with them, I tossed them into my bag. As I was putting on my coat, Dylan returned with a towel wrapped low on his hips.

“Tell me that wasn’t a dream?”

I chuckled. “No. It wasn’t a dream.”

“I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before.”

“Really? You were amazing.” Men seemed to need reassurance.

His smile lit up his face, and it was that smile, the one that said the world was perfect. “What’s your name?”

I tied my belt around my waist. “I’m Memphis.”

Dylan ran his hand through his hair. “I feel like I’ve slipped into some kind of surreal world.” He pushed the towel lower on his hips and took another step toward me.

Worried that he was about to kiss me, I grabbed my bag, blew him a kiss, and headed for the door. With my fingers around the handle, I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Have a great day.”

“Are you kidding? Best . . . day . . . ever.”

I smiled at that comment and left his room.

As I tugged my coat around my nakedness, I headed to the elevator. Every muscle in my body pulsed in after-orgasm glory.

The sharp ping announced its arrival. The doors opened, and I froze.

Needledick was in the elevator.

Chapter Twenty

Needledick’s eyes bulged.

My heart stopped.

He ran his gaze over me, and feeling completely naked, I stepped into the elevator and turned my back to him.

My heart exploded in my chest as I realized I couldn’t go to my room. I glanced at the button panel. We were going to the lobby floor. I had no choice—I was trapped.

He leered at me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean forward to look at my face.

“I’ve seen you before.” His accusatory voice was louder than it needed to be.

With all the courage I could muster, I turned my eyes to him, forcing boldness into my response. “I beg your pardon?”

He squinted. “Yes, I’ve seen you before. What room are you in?”

I frowned and drilled disgust into my eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

“We don’t accept people like you in this hotel. What room are you in?”

“Look, creep.” EvenIwas shocked at how angry I sounded. “I’m not telling you my room number.”

“I’m the hotel manager, and I have a right to question?—”

“Yeah, and I’m Daenerys Targaryen, mother of dragons.” I waggled my head at him.

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