Page 15 of Torrid Passion
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Hey, sweet lady, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay? Maybe we need to talk about it some more? FYI, I just paid in full for the late cancellation fees on the room. See, I’m a nice guy.
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I turn my phone off without responding and tuck it inside my clutch for good measure.
Screw you and screw Glenda with the much bigger ass.
I was going to cover the cost of the room, but now, I don’t have to worry.
I guess I’m flying solo tonight.
Running a hand through my hair to sleek it back, I square my shoulders and head to the bar.
Time for a drink—
I freeze in place.
Whoa!
My heart slams into my chest.
I blink furiously, unwilling to accept reality.
Can this night get any worse?
I refuse to believe I’m staring at the tall, ruggedly elegant and smoldering hot man I haven’t seen in three years. The same guy I’ve had a major crush for as long as I can remember.
Can you blame me?
Lochlan Berkshire was born to be in front of the camera, yet he prefers to play behind it. Rich brown thick hair, a strong jaw, an Adonis body and the most magnetizing hazel brown eyes—they’re this seductive hue. I’ve never seen eyes that color in my life. His gray suit falls impeccably on his muscular frame.Of course.You’d never know the man hides a chest and arms covered with intricate ink.
Please God, let this be a mirage.
I blink several more times, but his gorgeous face is still smiling wide at me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Sometimes it only takes a moment to change everything.
This is my moment.
Here I am standing in the champagne bar of a chic hotel on the other side of the city where I was supposed to meet Mr. Pussy. Never in a million years did I expect to be staring at my best friend’s older brother.
My knees feel wobbly and weak and nausea swells at the idea that my secret rendezvous with Grant might not be so secret after all.
Mother of God.
Harlow cannot find out I’m here to get my vajayjay serviced.
Suddenly, I’m hit with an overwhelming urge to turn and bolt out of the hotel. Of course, running will only make it look like I’m up to no good.
I attempt to feign ignorance, but when Loki waves at me, his smile growing wider and wider, I know there’s nowhere to hide.
I’m so busted. So utterly busted.
