Page 52 of Arrogant Playboy

“Get a fucking room,” someone hollers at us, making us break our kiss. Heat blooms across my cheeks, my chest tightens and my breath is labored as we both stare at each other not one of us daring to say a thing.

“Do you think we should?” he asks.

I blink at him, trying to shake the lust-filled daze his lips created. “Do you think we should what?”

“Get a room?”

Oh.

I stare at him again, my fuzzy mind trying to find an excuse for why that would be a bad idea, but all I can think about is getting those lips back on me.

“Okay,” I answer, biting my lip.

“Okay?” he questions as if he can’t believe I agreed with him. He then stands, grabs my hand, and pulls me out of the bar as quickly as he can. We are on the sidewalk, and he spins me around and pulls me right into his chest as he kisses me. “Are you sure? You’re not too drunk?”

“I’ll blame it on the alcohol in the morning, but I want this,” I confess to him.

His brows pull together as he stares down at me, then shakes his head. He hails us a cab and asks the driver to take us back to our hotel.

“I thought … I won’t be your regret, Rosie,” he says stiffly before turning and looking out of the cab’s window as we head back to Manhattan.

Oh.

Disappointment fills me, also regret at my words. I turn every so often during our ride to stare at him, but he’s stiff as a board as he refuses to look at me. I hurt him. My inconsiderate words hurt him, and I don’t like that. We arrive at the hotel, and I don’t give him a chance to open the cab’s door for me as I step out and walk into the hotel without a second glance behind me. He catches up to me when we get to the elevators but still, he is silent. He presses the number to my floor, and we ride up in silence. Then we walk down the long corridor to my door.

“Good night, Rosie,” he says, giving me a nod.

“No. Get into the room, Daniel, we need to talk.” My voice is even and steely, which surprises him, and I think for a moment that he is going to ignore my request, but he doesn’t. I hold the door open for him, and he enters, I can see the confused look onhis face, but he remains silent. Louis has arranged for separate rooms for each of us girls. I think now, in hindsight, it was because he was hoping that there was a chance that he could win Emily back and he didn’t want her sharing a room if he did. Now I am thankful, too.

“What did you want to talk about?” Daniel asks.

“Sit,” I say, pointing to the bed.

His brows raise in surprise, but he follows my command. Thank goodness I am wearing a cute denim-style summer dress and tan wedges. I walk over to where he is sitting at the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands together nervously. I stop in between his legs and stare down at him. I watch him swallow and then I turn around and give him my back.

“Unzip me.”

The air cracks with electricity as I hear the small intake of his breath over my request.

“Rosie,” my name is a groan as it falls from his lips, and I think for a moment he isn’t going to do it, but then I feel his hand at my back, his fingers grazing the bare skin at the nape of my neck. Then the sound of the metal teeth opening echoes around the room as the rush of cool air meets my bare skin. I am so happy I decided to put on my sexiest pair of lingerie tonight, it was the secret confidence I needed when seeing Daniel again. “Rosie,” he says my name again, and I can hear the need vibrating against his lips.

I turn around and notice the hunger and need swirling behind those turquoise eyes, then I let my dress fall. His eyes widen as they take in my baby blue lacy underwear. The demi cup bra helps push up my mediocre breasts, making them appear more voluptuous than they really are. I watch as his eyes slide down my naked body to my knickers.

“Rosie?” he says my name a third time, and this time, it sounds like a plea.

“Touch me,” I say, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady myself.

“Are you sure? You’ll regret this if I do,” he states, moving his eyes to my face.

I place my hands on either side of his jaw. “I don’t regret you, Daniel, and I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel like I have. It’s just no one can know.”

Those long lashes blink slowly as he stares up at me, his hands landing on my ass as his fingers squeeze my flesh, pulling me in closer.

“Are you saying I can have you as long as I am your dirty little secret?” I don’t know, am I? “Because I will be.”

“Daniel?” my face softens at his confession.

He shakes his head. “I will take you any way you want me to, Rosie.”

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