Page 7 of Arrogant Arrival

Me: Sorry. He goes by Jim but his full name is Dimitrios Georgakopolous.

Lana: Oh shit. Did you take off with a sexy Greek god?

Me: Apparently.

Renee: Let us know if he really is a god in the bedroom!

“Here’s our ride.” Jim tells me and gently places a hand on the small of my back.

Me: I’ve got to go! I’ll text you what hotel we’re staying at.

Renee: I want more details than that!

Lana: Be safe!

I plan to be safe, with my life and my heart.But I also plan to have amazing sex with a Greek god.

Jimmy

We arrive to the hotel and I open the door for her. I go to the front desk to check in while Jolene stands back in the main area of the lobby.

“I have you for a king-size bed, staying one night, correct?”

A gentleman would request two queens just in case Jolene needs a room. I could offer her to stay in mine…in two separate beds of course. I look back over at the striking woman standing in the middle of the lobby…

“Sure, sounds perfect.”

I’m most definitely not a gentleman.I do go the extra mile and get two key cards just in case she takes me up on my offer. Let’s face it, if she does take me up on the offer, we won’t need them since neither of us will be leaving the room. I stroll toward her and she smiles at me.Damn, that smile.She could make a saint have devilish thoughts. She’s almost as tall as me and her flight uniform accents all her lovely curves. That raven colored hair looks silky and I’m dying to let it loose from that bun so I can run my fingers through it. She’s standing so stiff, but I’ve seen her fire. Now I’m ready to see if I can feel her heat and get burned in the best way by her.

“All checked in?” Her eyes are wide but guarded.

“Yup. What do you say to room service?”

“You said to join you for dinner at the hotel restaurant.” She narrows those bronze eyes at me, but I see a slight waver.

“I did.” I agree. “But then a thought occurred to me.”

“Uh-huh. And what’s that?”

I stand closer to where there’s only a breath between our chests. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “I’m not sure the restaurant would approve of us dining in our underwear?”

“To be fair, I’m not sureIwould either.” She turns her face up toward mine. We’re so close that I could easily kiss her right now. One inch closer and our lips would touch.

“Really? Well, if you’d rather have no underwear, I’m game if you are. You’re my guest, after all. I want you to be comfortable.”

Jolene pushes past me and begins walking toward the sign of the restaurant. “I’ll be comfortable dining in the restaurant dressed as we are.” She calls out to me as she keeps walking.

“That works too,” I grumble under my breath.

Seated in a tiny corner of the restaurant, Jolene leans her chin on her delicate hand. “So, where are you from, Jim the Greek?”

“New York City, Bayside. You?”

“Tampa, Florida. Do you travel a lot?” “Quite a bit. I have since I was a kid. Clearly, you do. Ever go anywhere just for fun,

not work related?”

“No. I work a lot so I haven’t had enough time. You obviously know what I do for a

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