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“That’s it.”
“What should I do when you call me in the morning?”
I grin. “I don’t have your number and won’t ask for it. So that won’t be a problem.” I study him closely, and he almost looks … disappointed.Surely, he’s used to this type of arrangement. I don’t want to ask the question rolling around my head, but the words slip past my lips before I can stop them. “What are you after, Tate?”
He holds my gaze unabashedly.
“The mother of my children,” he says without apology.
The words,the idea, burst through my veins and pool in my core. I’m not one to be turned on by the thought of having a child, but it’s insanely hot coming from him. Instead of looking for the next warm body or a good time, he’s looking for a family.
He’s too good to be true.
“I’m not her,” I say. “But I can provide you with a distraction.”
He licks his lips. Before he can reply, Sean is back like a bad habit.
“The note said to bring you an entire pie,” he says. “I put it in a box for you.”
Tate hands Sean the cash he had tossed on the table. “Thank you for your service this evening. You were great.”
“Yes, thank you,” I say.
“I appreciate that.” He dips his chin. “Can I get you anything else?”
Tate shakes his head. “I think we’re calling it a night. Thanks again.”
“Have an enjoyable rest of your night,” Sean says.
Tate stands, stalking around the corner of the table like a predator on the loose.
I hitch a breath, holding it as his fingertips slide across the top of my exposed back. A chill races down my spine at the contact, and I struggle not to moan. He pulls out my chair, and I get to my feet, bringing my rose and purse with me as I rise.
He’s a wall of muscle behind me as his lips lower to my ear.
“Are you ready to get fucked, Miss Kapowski?” he whispers just loud enough for me to hear.
“My room is across the hotel.”
“Mine is directly above us.”
“Yours, it is.”
His laugh is low as he takes my hand, laces our fingers together—grabs the pie—and guides me out of the restaurant.
ChapterSeven
Tate
“Oh, wow,” Kelly says as she enters my hotel suite.
I let the door close softly behind me, then scan the room myself.Wow, indeed.
Astrid outdid herself.
A massive bouquet of deep red roses, matching the one I gave Kelly, has been placed on the center of the coffee table. The lights have been slightly dimmed, creating a moodier backdrop for the flickering candles scattered on various furniture pieces. Faint music—light but sexy—sets the perfect atmosphere.
Kelly moves gracefully across the room, and naturally, my eyes are glued to the curve of her hips beneath the soft black fabric of her dress.Fuck, she’s gorgeous.My fingers have itched to dip beneath the hem—to feel her smooth skin against my palms—since I spotted her in front of Ruma. There’s so much to explore with her, on her, and inside her, and I want to experience it all so badly I can taste it.
