Page 57 of Tame Me

“No, I won’t.”

“Ah, so that wasn’t a no to spending the night with me then.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Are you asking me on a date?” I liked this little repertoire we’d instigated months ago.

“I do believe I am.” He ran his tongue up the length of his ice cream cone.

I’d fallen into a dream. A highly erotic daydream. “Unfortunately, I start work at nine-thirty tonight.”

“Oh, bugger.” He scowled. “Can I see you before work then?”

I smiled, pleased that he’d asked. “I’d love to.”

As much as I wanted to spend the entire day here on the beach with him, I couldn’t stand the heat anymore, and not only did I risk my abundant makeup melting off, but the wig was seriously frying my brain. “Well, I need to get some sleep before work.”

I crawled forward in an awkward attempt to avoid getting sand on my towel and stood up. He stood too, and stepped toward me. The warmth of his body, the smell of his skin, the depth of his smile—all of them were magnets drawing me closer.

He placed his hand on my waist, and I melted beneath his touch. I copied his move and rested my hand on his side, resisting the urge to glide my hand over all the gloriously toned muscles.

He kissed me, and the second our mouths met, the entire world around me evaporated into obscurity. His touch, his smell, his taste captured me in so many ways. It was over in a flash, and I ran my tongue over my lips, desperate to taste more of him.

He reached down to gather his towel from the sand, and I conceded that our brief intimate moment was over.

As we packed up our things, we agreed to meet at his room in the Hot Horizon Hotel at seven o’clock. To avoid his offer to catch a taxi together, I made up a story about how I had to go grocery shopping. It was true, but the thought of doing it with my brain cooking in the wig was extra motivation for the little white lie.

When my turn for a taxi arrived, Hunter kissed me again, and I was whisked away with an aching heart.

The second I hopped out of the taxi, I scurried inside, fearful Hunter would be in a taxi right behind me. I picked up my pace even more as I crossed the lobby, determined not to let Needledick ruin the wonderful morning I’d had so far.

In my room, I tore off my wig, unclipped my sweat-soaked hair, and climbed into a cold shower. It was an eternity before my body cooled down enough for me to step out. By the time I crawled into bed, I was well and truly ready for sleep.

My alarm startled me awake, and with a groan, I rolled over to turn off the blaring music. But I didn’t stay there long as I had just forty-five minutes before my hot date with Hunter. The very thought of him had butterflies dancing across my stomach.

As much as I didn’t want to, I reapplied the abundant makeup necessary to hide Jane and create the cat-eyed Memphis look Hunter knew me as. My hair was still damp from my shower before I slept, which made it easier to braid and pin up for the blonde bob wig again.

My choice of outfit for today was my navy and cream shift dress that showed off today’s tanning on my legs. The dress was fresh and summery and suited the day I’d already had with Hunter perfectly. For something a little sexy, I decided on lace lingerie that consisted of a fitted bodice and matching G-string. I’d bought this cute matching set months ago, yet this would be the first time I’d worn it.

I tugged the bodice into place, plumping my lopsided boobs into position, and pulled on the G-string. The dress fell loosely over the top and had no zips or clips, perfect for easy removal. To match the navy, I wore a pair of navy suede lace-up shoes.

Once I was dressed, I glanced in the mirror. The sun I’d had today gave my skin a lovely, healthy glow, which was made even more lovely against the cream of the dress. Happy with my Memphis look, I grabbed my bag and headed up to my sexy chocolatier.

Hunter opened the door after I knocked just once, and I was greeted by a dozen kinds of delights. His smile. His scent. His eyes. I could stand there and admire him all night long. He wore a rust-colored T-shirt with a scattering of words that I couldn’t work out and dark denim jeans that suited him perfectly.

It was casual attire, but on Hunter, it looked sexy and devilishly dangerous. He leaned in to kiss me, and this morning’s scents of suntan lotion and sea salt were replaced with hints of floral and spice.

“Did you have a good sleep?” He shut the door and led me into the room.

“Yes, thank you.” It would’ve been much better with you in my bed beside me. That thought tumbled from nowhere, and my insides purred at how delightful it sounded.

“Would you like a drink? I bought wine.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t really. Not before work.” The smile on his face fell away, and I felt like I’d ruined some master plan he’d set up. “Okay, I will, but just one glass.”

His smile was back, and I hoped I wouldn’t regret that decision come midnight tonight when I was bored at the reception desk downstairs.

He poured the wine into our glasses, and I was grateful it was white wine and not red. I’d definitely be in trouble with red. He led us out to the balcony, and we sat side by side on the chairs. Hunter had arranged a plate of food, and the second I laid eyes on it, I realized I’d forgotten to eat before I came up. That wasn’t like me. Food usually dominated most of my thoughts.

“What have you got here?” I scoured the plate, examining the tantalizing nibbles.

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