Page 180 of Billionaire Temptations

“But you won’t get in until four a.m. That’s dangerous. You can’t be walking the streets of Boston in the middle of the night.”

I sighed. “What about his private jet?”

“He’s on it now. You’re really going to make his pilot fly another five hours back to Boston?”

“Damn it! I suppose you’re right. Well, I’ll just get in at four a.m. and get a room at the airport until I figure out where he is. I can’t stay here all night. I’ll go crazy.” I booked the flight that was leaving in four hours.

Alex

The plane landed at the airport, and I raced off it, running to a monitor to see which gate her flight was at. Of course, her flight had just landed, and her gate was at the other end of the terminal. I ran through the airport like a madman.

“Excuse me. The flight that just landed. Have all the passengers gotten off already?”

“Yes, sir. We just shut the doors. Everyone is off the plane.”

“Thank you.” I sighed as I looked around and then headed to baggage claim. She wasn’t there. But then again, her carry-on bag was gone from the closet, so she probably didn’t check a bag. As I sat down on one of the benches, I went to pull my phone from my pocket and noticed it wasn’t there. FUCK! I forgot to grab it before I got off the plane. Could this day get any worse? I cupped my face in my hands.

I hailed a cab and had the driver take me to my hotel, Parker International. As I walked through the lobby doors, the employees stared at me with frightened looks on their faces. I gave a small wave and took the elevator up to my penthouse suite. Setting my bag down, I poured myself a drink and headed back down to the lobby.

“It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Parker.” Todd smiled at me from behind the desk. “We didn’t know you were planning a visit.”

“It was very last minute. Listen, Todd, I need you to do me a favor.”

“Anything, sir.”

“I need you to tap into the system of all the hotels in the Boston area and find out if a woman named Emerson James checked in anywhere.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but the only person who can do that is Wes, and he’s gone for the night.”

“Well then, call Wes at home and tell him I need him here. It’s an emergency.”

“Yes, sir. Right away.”

I looked at my watch. It was nine o’clock. “Also, have a medium rare filet with a baked potato and green beans sent up to the penthouse.”

“Right away, sir.”

Emerson

My flight from Minneapolis was delayed an hour, and finally ready to take off. I laid my head against the window as I thought about Alex. I couldn’t believe he thought I was going to Boston. Those damn cocktails I had last night. I wondered what he was doing, where he was, and how pissed off he was because he couldn’t find me. Even if I was in Boston, how the hell would he find me? Would he scour every hotel in the area looking for me? God, I loved that man so much, and putting him through this tore me apart. Then again, he was the one who just assumed I went to Boston, so technically, it wasn’t my fault. He shouldn’t have gone assuming things. But with my pattern, I didn’t blame him. Boy, did I have some serious making up to do for this one. I closed my eyes to get some sleep.

Alex

As I was eating dinner, there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, Wes was standing there.

“Good evening, sir.”

“Good evening, Wes. Thank you for coming here.”

“The front desk said it was an emergency.”

“Yes. I need you to tap into all the hotel systems in the Boston area and find out if Emerson James has checked into any of the hotels.”

“I can do that. May I use the laptop on the desk?”

“Certainly.”

He took a seat at the desk and began typing on the laptop.

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