Page 39 of Restrained

She looks tired and still so fucking beautiful with her hair matted and squinting eyes assaulted by the sunlight. “Is that my phone?”

“It must be.” I hand her the purse. She quickly finds her phone and looks at the screen.

“Viv.” I have no idea who Viv is until she adds, “my nephew’s mom.”

I nod. “You should take it. I’m going to see if I can find some coffee.”

Her smile is infectious as she nods her head approvingly. “If you don’t offer coffee, I’m definitely deducting a star.”

I roll my eyes, but I actually fucking smile until I see another text pop up on my phone. Lola answers hers as I grab mine and go down to the kitchen.

I look at my phone as I walk down the stairs. Fifteen fucking text messages from my assistant is about fourteen too many. And it’s nothing important, but the last one asks if we should meet today to go over the next purchase order.

I quickly text her back to let her know we don’t need to meet for that.

I really fucked up when I slept with her.

I think about Lola upstairs, naked in bed with my cum between her legs and probably still on her hip. My dick twitches at the thought. How I can want more after last night, I'm not sure. But fuck if I don’t.

Still, I know it was a fuck-up. Not only do we have a professional relationship, I’m also hiding something from her. Something big.

“Hayden?” I look to where the voice is coming from, and my mouth waters when I see Lola in only my white shirt with one button fastened at the waist. The shirt hits her mid-thigh, and the arms are way too long, but I’ve never seen a sexier sight.

“Hey. Sorry. I had to text Gretchen.”

Shit. I probably shouldn’t mention the last girl I fucked before her, but she’s classy and professional as fuck as she joins me in the kitchen. “If you need to catch up on work, I’m more than capable of finding a Starbucks.”

That’s the last thing I want. I almost feel panicked as my hand wraps around her waist, pulling her body into mine. “Not before a shower.”

She smiles. “Are you telling me I smell bad?”

I dip down to her neck, letting my lips drift over her neck and down to her collarbone, taking in her flowery scent mixed with my own and the musky scent that only comes from a night full of sex. It’s fucking intoxicating. “No,” I growl deeply as I nip her skin and relish the feeling of her body against mine.

I don’t like how desperate I already seem to be for her. She’s practically a stranger.

It’s infatuation.

That’s all it is.

That and she’s a really, really good lay.

“Coffee.” I raise my head to look at her, and she lifts on her tip toes to nip my bottom lip. “Then shower.”

I nod in agreement and move back to the kitchen, searching for coffee until I hit the jackpot and find several self-serve coffee makers for the rooms along with the gourmet coffee packs. After brewing coffee, we return to the suite and sit on the sofa.

“You like having your nephew and his mom living with you?”

She sips the hot coffee, hissing from the heat and then holding it with two hands. “I do. I actually love it, which is surprising.”

I watch her, hating how interested I am in her answers to my questions. “Why’s that?”

She shrugs her shoulder, being careful not to spill the hot coffee. “I love my siblings, but I've always been kind of a loner. I liked living alone.” She smiles. “Or so I thought.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“I bet you do.” She smiles, taking another attempt at the hot coffee. “That was her on the phone. She’s definitely not used to me staying out all night.”

That odd sense of pride swells in my chest again. I’m the only guy she’s let inside her.Fuck.“You tell her where you were?”

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