Page 13 of Easy Reunion
Chapter 5
Rierson
The sun is streaming in through the windows when I wake up the next morning. Fuck, that was one hell of a night. Kee Long is one sexy as hell woman, I think, as I roll over to my stomach. I can still catch the scent of her perfume on the pillow her head was on. My body gets tense as I remember how I drove myself inside her tight body.
What wouldn’t I give to see her again? Dropping my head down, I inhale a delicate floral scent that makes my cock immediately hard. Jesus, the thing should be dead after the few hours I subjected it to, but nope. The unique smell of a beautiful woman with a smart mouth and a sexy brain and the damn thing can’t help but react. Scrambling, I reach for the bedside phone. Quickly dialing “0,” I impatiently wait for the operator.
When they greet me with, “Good morning, Mr. Perrault, how can we assist you?” I wonder at my sanity.
“I’m not sure if it… I’m not sure if you can.” I let out a harsh sigh. “It was a stupid idea.”
The operator can’t fully tamp down the chuckle that escapes, and I’m too agreeable to call them on it. “Would you like to order breakfast to be sent up with your messages?”
“I have messages?” I ask dumbly because there’s no way Eli would have left a message. He would have called my cell directly with any updates. A quick check of my cell confirms that. Despite whatever was happening back at work, he also knows last night I was planning on confronting Kelsey with a long-overdue apology. When I was recruited to work for Bayou Enterprises a few years ago, our acquaintance strengthened into a friendship. I appreciate Eli most days, though it’s normal I’m ready to strangle him over some absurd idea he wants enacted. I respect the fact he’s a brilliant CEO and my boss, first, last, and always. I’m just fortunate to count him as a friend as well and have the luxury to tell him straight up there’s no way we’re going to be able to accomplish something on his requested timeline.
But until he called me yesterday with the issues that still have left a knot in my stomach, I’ve never feared the cold determination he displays at the office, though it’s fairly legendary. Even as damn fantastic as it was, a night with Kee didn’t entirely burn the worry over my concerns away.
Before I left, Eli and I had an unspoken agreement that I wasn’t going to be completely out of touch when I told him I needed a few personal days. “There’s nothing I can’t call you for in the event of an emergency. The Spanish shipping deal isn’t going to disappear just because you’re a few hours away.” Trust Eli Boudreaux to assume I’ll bring my company laptop with me on vacation. With a wry look down, I hate to admit he’s not wrong. You don’t get to be the chief counsel of Bayou Enterprises without a lot of overtime and a willingness to shove your personal life to the side.
Which is why I was so blindsided by Kee last night.
“Yes, the young woman was insistent you receive it upon checkout, but since you’re not scheduled to leave until late this afternoon, I don’t see why you can’t receive it now.”
Kee must have left me a message. Maybe she felt the same things I did and left me her contact information. Hopeful, I sit up in bed, the tangled sheets falling to my waist. “Yes, please. Whatever you recommend sounds great. Just lots of coffee.”
“Of course, Mr. Perrault. That will be about thirty minutes.” The operator disconnects. I want to leave the bed where I took Kee about as much as I want to retake the Louisiana bar exam, but I can’t answer the door naked. Scrambling from the bed, I figure I have just enough time for a quick shower before room service arrives. Pulling a T-shirt and basketball shorts from my bag, I head toward the bathroom and think about Kee as the spray hits me all over.
Soft, wavy chestnut-colored hair framed her delicate gray eyes. Beautifully pink-tipped breasts filled my hands more often than not once we got into the room. She has the sexiest tattoo of flowers and vines I’ve ever seen spanning her lower stomach and hips. When I asked her what it was, she said, “Gerbera daisies,” right before she leaned down and took my mouth. Yet, her sass catapulted last night from a great night into something more.
There’s something special about her.
Twenty-nine minutes later, I realize I’m starving when there’s a knock at my door. Finally. I throw open the door. There’s a carafe of coffee and a covered plate that distinctly carries the smell of bacon. Plus, an envelope propped on the front with my name scrawled on it in beautiful feminine penmanship.
Ry
It taunts me more than the overwhelming smell of bacon.
“Thanks for bringing everything up so quickly.” I wait to be presented with the bill. Leaving the room service attendant with a fat tip, I usher them to the door. I reach for the envelope and tear it open. My heart quickly plummets when I read what’s inside.
Thank you for a truly memorable night. ~K
“That’s it?” I wonder aloud. I can’t say I haven’t indulged in my share of one nights with women, but this is the first time I’ve felt more and wanted to explore it.
Shaking my head, I turn to head over to the sitting area when I stub my bare toe on the table. “Shit. Fuck. Damn!” Then to make matters worse, I step on something hard and metal. Wincing, I bend down to rub my throbbing toe when I pick up a plastic-coated name badge.
Huh. I’m pretty positive mine was in the pocket of my jacket. “Then whose is this?” Flipping it over, I choke.
Suddenly, the sight of the food, the coffee, makes me nauseous.
Because Kelsey Kennedy’s sweet face is staring up at me. Only beneath her name, the fucking bitches we went to school with put the name King Kong.
King Kong? Wait. How the hell did this get in here?
Kee Long.
“Choosing a pen name’s a boring process.” I can hear Kee’s lightly accented voice dismiss my question. “It wasn’t the most fun thing I’ve ever done.”
Of course it wasn’t. Because for four years, the people who helped her to establish her alter ego made her life a living hell. And I was quite possibly the worst of them.
