Page 33 of The Billionaire's Kiss
Chapter Thirteen
Warner
I’d been sitting in my office, working on the computer for more than half the day, before a knock came to my door. “It’s Orla.”
“Come in.” I closed my computer, more than ready to stop working so I could spend time with her. The kiss last night had left me in a haze of bliss, and my dreams had been off the charts.
She came in, closing the door behind her. “How’s your day been?”
“It’s been pretty boring without you in it.” I got up, went right to her, then pulled her into my arms, unable to keep my lips off of hers.
Tilting her head up, she looked at me with shining eyes as her lips parted. As our mouths collided, stars filled my head, and heat swept through my body. I was so glad we’d gotten that first kiss out of the way.
Holding her close, I felt her heart beating as if she’d just run five miles. I eased out of the kiss but didn’t let her go—I needed to feel her body against mine.
She put her hand on my chest and looked at me with a blush on her cheeks. “Wow. I don’t know how you do that. But—wow.”
“I didn’t do anything. That was all you.”
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the sex between us would be like nothing I’d had before. And I was more than eager to get to it.
If we’d already popped the cork on that, I would’ve cleared my desk and laid her out on it. But this was not the place for us to have sex for the first time. I did care about this girl, after all.
Placing her hands on my chest, she pushed me gently. “Warner, I’ve got to go. I just wanted to tell you to come up to my room in about an hour. I’ve got something special planned for you. It will be all set up by then.”
In her room? Yes!
“So, the date will be in your room?” I had to make sure I’d heard her right.
“Yes. Is that okay with you?” She looked at me with concern. “If you think it’ll make you uncomfortable...”
“No,” I interrupted, “it’s not that. I was just making sure, is all. Should I bring something? Wine? Beer? Sweet tea?”
“I’ve got it covered, baby.”
Shaking my head, I had to let her know that that was not the endearment for me. “You can call me babe, but baby isn’t a thing a man likes to be called.” I furrowed my brow and puffed my chest, trying to make myself look extra manly.
She laughed, just as I’d hoped. “No? Well, how about babe, then?” She nodded. “Well, I’ll see you in an hour, babe.”
Pulling at my lower lip between my teeth as I watched her walk out the door, I knew tonight was going to be the night where we took things to the next level. “I’ve gotta shower,” I mumbled to myself.
I headed to the front desk. “Jeannie, do we have a free room?” I asked.
“We have four of them, Mr. Nash.”
“Great. I’ve gotta freshen up. Hook me up.”
Tapping away at the computer, she finally handed me the keycard. “Here you go. It’s room three-eighty-one.”
“Great.” I headed to the boutique to buy something to wear. It took me no time to find a set of cream-colored linen pants that fit loosely and a shirt that matched exactly. A pair of grey flip flops finished my laid-back look.
Once in my room, I took a shower, washed and conditioned my hair, then got dressed. With the important stuff done, I found I had about ten minutes to spare. Instead of combing my hair the way I usually did, I ran my fingers through it, leaving it on the wilder side.
Before leaving the room, I checked myself out in the full-length mirror and liked what I saw. “She’s gonna love you.”
Now that I had a room for the night, I could stay with Orla as late as she’d let me. But I was hoping for an all-nighter as I headed to her room.
Knocking on her door, I felt a little nervous. All that fell away as I found myself trying not to laugh when she opened the door, her mouth gaping as she looked me up and down. “You’re a beave, Warner.”
