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He seems almost confused in a pleased way about being rejected as he steps out. Just as the doors go to close, he puts his hand in to stop it. “Room is four ten, in case you’re bored later and need another release.”

I flip him the bird as he removes his hand and the doors close.

When he’s gone, I can’t help but smile. I’d never give him the satisfaction of going to his room.

The problem is, I’m not satisfied at all. My pussy is pounding and my skin feels like it’s dancing with electricity. I don’t knowhow I pulled any of that off without mounting the man, and it makes no sense considering how much I can’t stand him.

The doors open on the sixth floor, and I’m even more flustered by the time I get to my door. My key isn’t working, and I frustratingly keep swiping it until it unlocks. The room is beautiful, and I can tell they didn’t cut any corners on the budget. But I can’t think of work right now because my mind is focused on a certain Englishman with blue eyes, and the acute awareness of all the things I could do with a man like that.

Fuck, do I need a release, but I won’t give him the satisfaction. I throw my stuff on the bed and collapse on the mattress, not even bothering to change as I try to push away a multitude of bombarding memories.

Him kissing down my neck.

His hand up my skirt.

Fuck.

I toss back and forth, wanting and needing more.

But that would be a mistake, and so I let sleep take over, exhausted from the day.

And I dream of that asshole.

Fucking Will.

CHAPTER 9

Alina

Ijolt awake when I hear knocking on my door. I rub my eyes, searching for my phone, and realize it’s morning. The knocking continues, and I groan because I don’t want to get out of this bed. Last night I had every intention of working on the project after having a nap, but it turns out I passed out cold. This is the comfiest bed I have ever slept on in my life, and when I travel from now on, I only want to stay in these hotels.

Getting up, I yawn and glance down at my wrinkled clothes from the day before. Sighing, I open the door, rubbing my eyes, and when I properly open them, I grimace at the shit-eating smirk Will wears.

He gives me a once-over with a raised eyebrow but says nothing as he draws my attention to the two cups of coffee in his hands.

“Wild night, huh?” He offers me a coffee. “Good morning by the way.”

I yawn again as I take the coffee, step back, and shut the door in his face. He chuckles on the other side of the door. When the coffee hits my lips, I all but moan.

Damn, that tastes good.

“Usually women say thank you,” he calls through the door.

“Go and die,” I shout back as I rub my eyes again. When I say I’m not a morning person, it’s an understatement. Especially with a shit-eating grinning asshole who flares my immaturity so easily. He frustrates me but I can’t also deny the fact that I bite on his every challenge. I want to throttle him as much as I want to play. And I fucking hate the way he’s gotten under my skin. Infuriatingly so.

“But you’d miss me way too much, considering only my hands have been between your legs and not my mouth.” He pauses. “Yet.”

I squint in the direction of the door, because despite my mood, I’m certain even if I ignore him, he won’t go away. As I take another sip, I realize it’s exactly how I like my coffee. And how the fuck did he get my room number?

Pulling the door back open, I find him leaning against the doorframe, still smirking, raising his coffee to his lips.

“How did you know my coffee order and room number?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I just spend all day playing with my cock and thinking of you, remember?” I roll my eyes at his response.

This man is insufferable.

“How about we spend the day together?” he suggests.

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