Page 106 of Tame Me

“Hang on, I’ll check.” I put the phone down, and with a spring in my step, I walked to the back counter to grab the check-in cards. Flicking through them, I tugged out Henry’s and went back to the phone.

“You’re in room eleven.” The penthouse must’ve already been booked.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

“Oh, I almost forgot why I rang. Is it possible to have a late checkout tomorrow?”

“Hang on, let me see.” I scanned the computer for tomorrow’s schedule. “The latest we can do is midday. Does that suit you?”

“That’s great. Thank you, see you soon.”

After we said goodbye, I flopped onto the reception chair and plonked my head on the table. Once again, Henry had saved me, and a lovely glow warmed my heart at the prospect of seeing him later.

But my heart also had a dark cloud smothering it from my breakup with Hunter, and I wondered if it would ever be the same again.

I didn’t want to look back on this year with regret. I’d had an incredible twelve months; I’d met amazing men, and as I turned my focus to Hunter and Henry, I could even admit I’d fallen in love.

Was it possible to feel strong emotions for two men?

Before this year, I would never have thought so.

The minutes ticked over to lunchtime, and as I nibbled on a protein bar and sipped green tea, my brain flicked between visions of Hunter and Henry.

People came and went across the lobby, all smiling and laughing as they embraced the fabulous summer weather and the holiday festivities that gripped the coast. This time of year was meant to be fun, and I wanted to slap myself over my depressing mental debate.

This year was fun.

I sat up in my chair and forced my brain to focus on everything good and fun about this year. First was the sex. Before this year, the minimal sex I’d experienced had been for a man’s enjoyment.

Not anymore, though.

Sex was now about me, for my pleasures, and after what I’d learned, I was going to ensure I experienced that forever.

Second was the men. I’d met many, many incredible men.

And not just the guys I’d seen more than once. There were also the one-night stands. Before this year, I’d firmly believed casual sex was not for a girl like me.

Boy, had I been wrong. If I hadn’t challenged that silly notion, I wouldn’t have met Luke Stone, my one-legged fashion designer, or Maxwell Bradford, my Dreamy Doctor, or Cameron Jax, the wedding planner who’d left my hotel much happier than when he’d arrived.

And then there were the guys I’d seen twice. My guitarist Mason Cole, and Dontrel Lewis, my Jamaican drummer who was hung like a horse.

With a giggle, my mind flashed to Frankie Cunningham, my beer brewer, and the horsey puns he’d brought with him. I also had lovely memories of some notable days in the year.

Valentine’s Day may never be the same after my nude drawing session with Blade Nichols, and my birthday may be impossible to top after my beach picnic with Clayton, followed by my rooftop tango with Sebastien De Marco.

In addition to the sex and the men, this year had also brought about a better work/life balance. My promotion had come out of the blue, and after some deep soul-searching over the prospect that I could have lost my job, I was glad I hadn’t.

I have always believed in things happening for a reason. My close calls with Needledick in my Memphis disguise had been stressful, but if he hadn’t seen me, the incredible events that led to my promotion may never have occurred.

Because of fate, I’d met Henry, and Hunter, and Billy, Corben, Clayton, and David Lawson, and all the other wonderful men that had helped transform me into the confident, empowered, and, dare I say, sexual diva I am today.

I giggled again. Sexual diva . . . yep, that’s me.

By the time the end of my shift approached, I was feeling a lot better. By the time I began dressing for my suave tutor, I was ready to show him just how much sexual diva I had. Henry brought out the best in me, and I was so ready to have all my best bits teased into a climax that rocked my world.

I wanted this night to be fun and sexy, and although I had no doubt it would be, I wanted to make sure it was memorable for both of us. So, as Henry hadn’t seen it yet, I decided on my cheeky nurse uniform.

I went all-out with it. . . sexy red lace bra and matching G-string, fishnet stockings, and a pair of d’Orsay glossy red court shoes with a killer heel and ankle strap dotted with silver studs.

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