Page 74 of Arrogant Playboy

“You’ve changed your mind?” he questions me.

I nod. “Yes, but whatever it is, you and I need to keep it under wraps.”

“I can do that.” He smiles, pulling me closer to him. “Do you think we have time for another round?” he asks hopefully.

I reach out and wrap my arms around his neck. “How about this? After I’ve finished doing what I need to do at your home, you can have me then.”

“But my dick is hard now.” He pouts, and I’ve never seen this playful side of him.

I run my hand down and over his hardening cock. “If you wait, I’ll reward you with some outdoor fun.” Those turquoise eyes widen at my comment.

“Come on then let’s go.” He smirks.

“Let’s have breakfast first, I think we might need the energy.”

“Fine,” he grumbles. “I’ll pack the car and meet you down there.” Kissing me again, he slaps my ass and sends me on my way.

I walk into the dining room and there are a couple of older couples eating breakfast. I find a table and take a seat.

“Miss Hunt. Good morning, did you have a good night?” the older lady who checked us in asks me. Her question catches me off-guard as thoughts of what Daniel and I did last night hit me, I can feel my cheeks starting to heat.

“Um, yes, it was great.”

“Again, so sorry about the one room. I hope it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.”

I wave her concern away, I don’t think I would have let my guard down if we had separate rooms like was planned. “It’s fine. He’s a friend and a client.”

She nods. “What would you like for breakfast? We have cereal, a full English, or toast.”

“Oh, a full English would be great thanks.”

“And your friend?”

“He will have one, too.” She grins and disappears back to the kitchen.

Suddenly the room falls silent, and I watch as Daniel strolls back in, like a damn movie star, in slow motion. He’s dressed in dark denim jeans, his long legs striding toward me, brown boots, and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his tanned corded arms, and a silver designer watch on his wrist. He slides his tortoiseshell glasses off and his eyes land on me, heat radiating from them.

Shit.

I can already feel the blush of anxiety creeping up my neck to the tips of my ears. The women in the dining room gawk at him and some of the men, he presses a kiss to my head as he pulls out his chair and takes a seat.

“I ordered for you, hope that’s okay?” I say, trying to force the words out as normally as I can, so he doesn’t see how much he affects me.

“Sounds good,” he says as he pulls out his phone and starts tapping away.

“Morning, love, would you like a tea or coffee?” the older lady asks him.

“Café, please, and she would like?” he says, directing the question to me.

“Chamomile tea if you have it.” The woman nods and smiles and disappears again.

“Sorry about that just had to quickly do something,” he says, putting his phone away.

“That’s okay. Everything good?”

“It will be.” He smirks.

The lady comes out with two glasses of water and places them down before us.

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