Page 14 of A Private Affair
No. He wasn’t.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Okay, but don’t forget this was your idea.”
Itwasn’tcozy sitting on the hotel couch with her legs stretched over Chaz’s lap. And shehadn’tenjoyed the risotto alla Milanese much more than she had ever before because he’d been laughing at her for eating what was essentially a bowl of rice while he savored his so-called heartier dish of osso buco.
Similarly, the movie they were watching was one of her favorites. She’d seen it so many times that she’d saved it on her tablet, which they’d hooked up to the television. So the reason she was laughing and seeing Joe and Kathleen fall in love differently had nothing to do with Chaz’s lively commentary throughout the film. Nothing at all.
And she absolutely was not turned on by the fact that he’d watched not only one of her favorite romantic comedies, but three. They were on their fourth one. They’d been on this couch all day, getting up only to use the bathroom and answer the door for room service. Riley couldn’t recall when she’d spent such a relaxing and entertaining day. But she wasn’t going to give Chaz all the credit. He just happened to be here with her. All day long.
With that thought Riley pulled her legs away from his lap, bringing them up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them.
“We can turn this off now. It’s almost over, anyway,” she told him.
He’d watched her legs as they moved and now dragged those sinfully dark brown eyes up to meet hers.
“When it’s over, we can pick the next one or go sit on the balcony for a while if you need to get some air.”
Riley needed more than air to understand why she’d put herself in this position in the first place. It was foolish to believe she could spend one full day with this man, or any man for that matter. Why bother kidding herself about ever having a fulfilling relationship? That wasn’t in the plans.
“I think I’ve watched enough movies for today.”
Riley stared at the television. She’d seen enough women find their perfect guys and keep them. Yes, watching romantic comedies with him was an even bigger mistake than agreeing to this twenty-four-hour tryst.
“Is that really what’s going on, Riley?”
Her head snapped back so she could look at him. “I know when I’ve had enough of watching movies, Chaz.”
This was the second time today she’d snapped at him. The first had been during breakfast when he’d done exactly what he was doing now—looking at her as if he knew something she was too daft or too stubborn to admit.
“Or have you had enough of this?”
This?
It was nothing. That was what she’d been telling herself for the past few hours when her mind drifted to how their current situation resembled so many of the movies they’d been watching. A man and a woman getting to know each other, feeling the attraction between them brewing and deciding how best to proceed to get what they wanted most—happy-ever-after.
“I agreed to one night and then went along with a full twenty-four hours,” she said because that was the best excuse she had for getting herself into this predicament. Riley did not go back on her word, no matter how uncomfortable she might feel.
“And you were fine with that twenty-four hours being just about sex.”
“That’s all there is,” she replied and turned on the couch to drop her legs to the floor. The former position made her feel too vulnerable, to unsure of herself.
“That’s cool, Riley. If you can’t take anything else, we can do what we agreed.”
Chaz got up from the couch and came to stand in front of her.
“Here or in the bedroom?”
After breakfast he’d gone down to his room. When he returned, he was wearing sweatpants, pristine white tennis shoes and a white T-shirt that molded to every indentation of his chest. All of that gorgeousness was standing in front of her now, offering her everything she’d dreamed of sexually. Riley swallowed. Hard.
From this position it was just a matter of reaching out, pushing the pants down past his hips and freeing his cock. She could have him in her mouth in seconds. She’d thought about that very act all night long.
“I wouldn’t have guessed this arrangement would irritate you so much. After all, it was your suggestion.” Her words were a stall tactic, which Riley hated having to use.
“Not irritated, Riley, baby. Aroused.”
He licked his lips and lifted a hand to his chest, letting it glide slowly down until it grazed the very noticeable and very hard bulge of his dick through the sweatpants.
