Page 7 of His Secret Addiction

Lizzie shakes her head with another sigh before turning those pretty eyes back to me. “Why are you here, Sebastian?”

Right.

“Can we talk?” I say, quickly adding when the friend perks up at my words, “In private?”

“I’m working!”

“Yes!” Abby interrupts. “I am her boss, and I say she can take a break to talk to her boyfriend.”

Fuck! I knew it was naive to think I get to Lizzie before she saw the post or someone told her about it. But still, I was hoping to be the one to break the news to her. It seems I’ve been beaten to it. Before Lizzie can say anything, her boss walks around the desk and grabs her by the shoulders then guides her out.

“Abby, there are so many people calling to make bookings.”

“I can handle that while you and your boyfriend have a little chat. He came all this way to see you.”

“But you don’t have experience with making the bookings, Abby. You have to double check the room codes to make sure you aren’t double booking.”

“You’ve shown me what to do a dozen times already. I have to try it on my own at some point, don’t I?”

I watch with amusement as the two bicker, making their way around to me, but it all dies abruptly when Abby literally shoves Lizzie into my arms, forcing me to grab her waist as shecrashes into me. Heat rushes south when I feel the press of her tits against my chest and her soft breaths against my neck.

Fuck!

I didn’t think this through before showing up here. I knew I was attracted to the girl when I saw her picture, but I had no idea I would get a fucking erection from merely touching her.

I’m in serious trouble.

“Are you okay?” I ask the girl in my arms, discreetly leaning in and inhaling the soft flowery scent of her hair. I resist the urge to close my eyes and breathe in more of her, especially since we have an audience. Oh, and not to mention there is that little matter of Lizzie not really being my girlfriend.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she huffs, pushing back to look at me, and something sizzles between us when our gazes lock. Jesus. Obviously, I have seen Lizzy’s eyes in the past, but those were the eyes of a little girl almost a decade younger than me. These beautiful blues are the alluring eyes of a woman, and the impact they have on me is like a punch to the gut.

“You two should probably go have your ‘talk’ now. You look seconds away from tearing at each other’s clothes, and this is a family-friendly establishment.”

Lizzy’s eyes widen at her boss’s words, and she jumps back away from me. I immediately miss the feel of her body against mine.

“Abby!”

“Go on, get going. I’m going to call James and see what he’s up to. Watching you two stare at each other has me missing my a fiancé.”

Lizzie spatters, but before she can explode and reveal the fact that she is not actually my girlfriend, I place my hand on hershoulder and pull her to my side. “I apologize for stealing her from you. I won’t keep her away for long.”

“No, please, take your time,” Abby says, extending a keycard for me to take, and I grab it, confused. “It’s for room three-oh-five. The two of you can talk there.”

“You can’t just give him the room for free and,”

“I’ll pay,” I cut off my chatty little fake girlfriend, digging into my pocket for my wallet. “What do you need?”

“Oh goodie, the first guest I get to serve is Sebastian Foster. This is a great start for me,” Abby says excitedly before asking for my driver’s license and a credit card. For someone who is supposedly new at this, she processes the room for me quickly, handing me back my cards with a smile. “Here you go. I hope you enjoy your stay, Mr. Foster.”

“Thank you,” I flash her a grateful smile before placing my hand once more over Lizzy’s shoulder, and we start for the elevator. She doesn’t shrug off my hand until we are in the elevator, where she whirls around to face me, those beautiful ocean blues turning stormy when they lock on mine.

“What is the meaning of this, Sebastian?”

“Let’s talk in the room,” I say, my eyes shooting to the camera in the corner. She follows my gaze and releases an annoyed huff, but she calms down, moving back to lean against the wall. The rest of the ride passes in silence, and when the door opens to our floor, she walks out ahead of me, which gives me the perfect view of her backside.

Jesus Christ!

The way those tight jeans hug her ass has my cock aching behind my fly. Her hips sway as she walks, the soft pad of her steps the only sound in the carpeted hallway. Lizzie stopsoutside a door marked 305 and moves aside for me to unlock it. I watch with amusement as she stomps inside before following in, bracing myself for the storm that is about to come.

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