Page 53 of Undeniable Temptation

Ryan:Leah?

Leah:It was Drew. Perverted little ass.

Ryan:You better be joking. Otherwise you’ll have to explain to everyone why I had to beat the life from him.

Leah:Ryan Bennett is a lover not a fighter.

Ryan:Please tell me you’re joking.

Leah:I’m joking.

Ryan:Are you lying?

Leah:Don’t worry, he didn’t see much. Nothing that he’ll brag about anyway. He values his manhood too much.

Ryan:He’s dead.

Leah:Why don’t any of you have mechanic skills?

Ryan:I guess you heard about the bus breakdown.

Leah:Who do you think has to organize someone to fix it? I bet the sun will be up before I can find a mechanic. Get some sleep. You might be stuck in the middle of nowhere for a while.

Ryan:I’m not going to have time to see you before the show, am I? We’re still an hour from Chicago.

Leah:No. You’ll be lucky if you’re not late And Scott tells me you already have plans with Felicity after the concert.

Ryan:Want me to cancel? You know I’d prefer to spend the night with you.

Leah:Go out. Have fun. I’ll see you in the morning.

Ryan:Slip a spare room card under my door. I’ll come back to you once I’m finished with Flick.

Leah:Spoken like a true player.

Ryan:Don’t go there. You know I’d go public with how I feel about you if I thought it wouldn’t affect your job.

Leah:I know. We’ll make time for each other tomorrow. Promise.

Ryan:I expect your room card under my door. I’ll see you later tonight.

Ryan:Why didn’t you leave a room card?

Ryan:Leah? I’m back at the hotel. Are you still awake?

Ryan:I’m leaving the lobby in half an hour to have breakfast at a place called Bites and Beverages. It’s around the corner. Meet me there. I mean it, Leah. I can’t go much longer without seeing you.

Leah rolledover and groaned at the unwanted necessity to get up. She’d fallen asleep while working on her laptop again. She was still in yesterday’s clothes, the hem of her suit skirt around her waist, her blouse crushed and plastered tight against her boobs.

She patted a hand around the bed, coming up with her phone. The notification light flashed and she unlocked her screen, blinking against the bright light to read Ryan’s messages.

Two days had passed without seeing him. Two torturous days where she would’ve given anything for him to find a way to her side. Instead, he’d given his spare hours to another woman. Her Google notifications a stark reminder of exactly how much time he was spending with Felicity.

But she still wanted to see him.

Be with him.

She threw back the covers, found some clean clothes, and took a quick shower. In thirty-five minutes she was dressed, make-up immaculate, hair done, and striding through the lobby like a woman on a mission.

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