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He sighs and says, “I’ll call reception and sort out something,” then he hangs up.
ChapterFive
Daxton
“Good evening, Mr. Hawk. You’re speaking with Suzanne. How may I help you?”
“Hi, Suzie.” I step out of the elevator with my phone to my ear. “I have a business associate in need of accommodation tonight. Are there any rooms available here?”
The sound of typing travels from Suzie’s end of the phone call. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hawk, it appears The Hawk Grand Hotel is fully booked out.”
Shit.
“Alright. Just… send her to me in the penthouse when she arrives. Her name is Delphine Fox.”
“Yes, sir, I’ll send her your way.”
I end the phone call and unlock the door, entering the penthouse—my home away from my home in LA. I don’t like traveling, but it’s necessary at the moment with The Hawk Grand Hotel in LA soon opening and a second New York hotel on the way.
Flicking a wall switch, the lights welcome me into the main living area. Out of all the hotels I own, this one is my favorite. Perhaps because it’s the first business venture that landed me real success. I feel at home here.
The penthouse has everything I need and more, a large open living area with a kitchen and dining area attached. There are five bedrooms, a gym, movie theater, and a private outdoor pool area with Central Park views.
Despite being tired after a long day, I can’t go to sleep now that Delphine is heading my way. Even without her arrival, I can’t get Jordan out of my head. Five hours have passed since texting her, asking about her date, and I haven’t heard one word from her.
I toss my phone onto the couch and head for the shower, each step sending me more out of my mind with this foreign feeling of panic and jealousy. It’s been so long since a woman has had this hold on me. There hasn’t been anyone since Felicity.
I stand beneath the rainfall shower and hold my breath for as long as possible to try and forget about Jordan, but I can’t stop wondering what she’s doing this very moment. Whether this guy she’s on a date with is kissing her. Or worse…
I hate the thought of her being with someone else. Fuck, I wish I could meet Jordan already. Meet her and be honest about myself, because there are so many things I want to tell Jordan. I want her to know who I am, the real me, Daxton Hawk. She only knows my legal name which I haven’t used since I was eighteen, aside from signing up to Secret Santa because the app required ID. When the two of us stopped using our Secret Santa pseudonyms ofSugar Plum PotatoandMr. Gingerbread, I decided I wouldn’t correct Jordan when she saw my new default username of Steel West. I never wanted her searching for me and discovering I have money, because the bad thing about money, it stops people from seeing the real you. They become attracted to the wealth and luxurious lifestyle. Women flocked to me the moment I started making money. I fucked around a lot, indulging in the sex, but they were all surface-level relationships. I thought I’d found something real with Felicity, but clearly, I was wrong.
With Jordan, I want her to meet me based off desires that have nothing to do with money. I want her to wantusas much as I do. As for me, I know I’ll love everything about Jordan when we meet, whoever she is.
Ifwe meet.
If she’s even interested in me after her date tonight.
Fuck.
My lungs burn and I gasp for air when thoughts of Jordan sleeping with this guy intrude on my mind. I slam the tap off and dry myself, changing into a long pair of black pants for bed. Once returning to the living area, I grab my phone off the couch and check my notifications for the fiftieth time. The front door opens and Delphine walks in.
She pauses, her face pale upon seeing me. “What the hell? You havegotto be kidding me.”
I’m about to reply with some smart comment but decide to hold back when I notice her eyes are puffy. She’s been crying. “The hotel is booked out. There are plenty of rooms in the penthouse. You won’t know I’m here.”
“I will when you’re walking around half-naked like that.” Her eyes lower to my bare torso and her cheeks turn red. Her gaze shifts to my shoulders, and I know she’s staring at the tattoos trailing down my arms.
I can’t hold back teasing her this time. “Baby, I’ll put a shirt on if it makes you feel more comfortable.”
Her eyes flare. “Donotcall me that. And as if a shirt will solve the problem.”
“I’m doing you a favor by letting you stay the night for free. Be my guest and sleep on the street if you like.”
Though I can see she’s bursting to come back with something snarky, she holds her temper. “Which room can I stay in?”
“How about that one?” I point to the room near the kitchen. “It’s the farthest one from mine, which I’m sure you’ll appreciate since I sleep naked.”
Her blush grows stronger. I’m tempted to laugh, letting Delphine know I’m joking. But fuck, it’s entertaining messing with this girl.
