Page 22 of Mile High Addiction

And yet, dammit, he made no move to touch her.Or to come any closer.

It was almost as if Zachary Savage was intent on seducing her with his words alone.

And what a bang-up job he was doing.Bethany shifted as she felt her panties dampen from the hungry look in his eyes.The tingle between her legs had taken on full throbbing status, and her breasts felt so heavy and full that she wanted to clamp her palms over them, squeeze them to alleviate their aching.

“So you see, everything else is superfluous.What’s important is you and me and our desire to explore what’s between us.”

She was saved from answering when the car rolled to a stop beneath the exquisite portico of Zachary’s hotel.When the porter saw who was in the car, he jumped to attention and rushed to open her door.

By the time he emerged on the walkway beside her, Zach had assumed the casually distant persona he’d displayed in company all day long.He responded to several greetings as he led her through the marble-floored, mouth-droppingly designed foyer to the bank of private elevators that serviced her suite and his.

The hotel was decorated like the rest of Zach’s businesses she’d seen online and in person so far, touches of exquisite style with the barest hint of indigo that announced its master’s personal touch.

They entered the elevator and he immediately turned to her.

“Remember we leave for the airport in four hours,” he said as the doors shut, cocooning them in its intimate space as they were rushed up to the eighteenth floor.

It’d just turned six.She’d taken Tracy’s advice and stayed acclimatized to the crazy time zone when they landed.

Zachary’s private jet was picking them up in Paris, but they were flying commercial from Shanghai.“That gives me enough time for a massage before dinner,” she said.

He sucked in a quick breath then jammed his hands into his pockets.A quick glance showed his eyes had darkened to slate.She didn’t know whether the idea of her getting a massage turned him on or displeased him, because his face remained as neutral as it had been since they’d exited the limo.

“The Indigo Flame serves the best lobster in Shanghai.I’ve reserved a table for eight.”

“Great.Friday’s Child are performing at the club next door at nine, so that’ll be perfect.”Jax had sent her another message when she’d failed to attend their rehearsal on the plane.To refuse twice would be rude.

Again, she saw Zachary’s lips purse, and this time she knew he was displeased.

Too bad.He had no right to emote, subtly or otherwise, when they hadn’t even gotten to first base yet.Or when he seemed determined to keep himself at a distance.

The past few months had taught her that she was clearly unable to read men but despite that, Zachary Savage had made it clear—graphically clear—what he intended to happen between them.His words had left her so hot, she was milliseconds away from jumping him.

Except he seemed to be in no hurry to follow through.Being made a complete fool of by Chris had left scars she was terrified would never heal.The last thing she needed was mixed signals from another man.

“I’ll get your concierge to make sure your bags are packed and ready to go when we’re done with the concert.”

That he’d conceded so quickly soothed her somewhat.But not enough to stop her from saying briskly, “No need.It’s already sorted.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Tracy was looking lost after I told her I wouldn’t be needing her this morning and that I was leaving early.She offered to pack and I accepted.”The pretty brunette who had been assigned to her had asked if she’d done anything wrong.Bethany’s quick assurance had pacified her.Getting her to sort out the luggage she’d barely unpacked had pleased the younger woman.

The doors opened and they stepped out.There were only two suites on this floor.She fetched her keycard from her purse and stopped in front of the door on the right.

Dropping her bag on the delicate cream console table, she turned to find Zach leaning against the doorjamb.His gaze scoured the room then returned to rest on her.

“So I’ll see you in about an hour?”

He nodded but made no move to leave.The look in his eyes made her throat dry.

“Something on your mind?”she asked, noting how husky her voice had grown.

“This is the last time you get a massage from anyone but me, Bethany.”

The possessive throb in his voice made her stomach clench.“Enough with the highly charged words, Zach.For a man who constantly screws me with his eyes, the fact that you haven’t even bothered to kiss me makes me wonder if you’re all talk.”

He jerked upright so fast her breath caught.He took a step forward, then stopped, fists clenched against his thighs.Her senses screamed with the need for him to close the space between them.But he just clamped his gorgeous lips together and shoved a hand through his thick black hair.

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