Page 121 of Wild

I pull her in for a kiss and that’s when I notice a woman with her phone pointed in our direction. It could be entirely innocent, maybe she’s checking for service, but something tells me she just got a photo of us.

I don’t tell Mia, not wanting to spoil the evening I have planned, so I tug her toward the elevator and the moment we step on I push the button for the top floor.

“Are you seriously taking me to your hotel room? We should’ve stayed at my place. Besides, I thought this was supposed to be a real date,” she rants playfully.

I shake my head, looking up at the mirrored elevator ceiling.

The doors open and I lead her down the hall. She tries to stop in front of the suite door, but I keep pulling her along.

“NowI’m curious,” she says.

I smile.

I open a door at the end of the hall that leads to a set of stairs.

“After you milady.” I step aside and sweep my arm.

She rolls her eyes. “You just want to look at my ass but jokes on you since I have my coat on,” she snickers.

I shake my head. “Such little faith in me, but I am in fact an ass man. And a boob man. And—”

She slaps a hand over my mouth. “Don’t finish that.”

The stairs lead to another door which she pushes open and steps onto the roof.

“If you brought me up here to freeze my ass off, you’ll succeed.”

I take her hand. “Come on.”

I lead her to the other side of the roof, and she gasps. “Hollis,” she breathes on a whisper.

I open the door to the greenhouse, and she steps inside, her mouth parted in awe. Twinkle lights are strung from the ceiling and it’s nice and toasty warm inside. I remove my coat and hold my hand out for hers. She slips out of it and just as I thought, she wears a skintight dress. It’s black, with long sleeves and ends well above her knees. She wears a pair of black heels with red soles that do amazing things to her legs and ass.

I bite my knuckles and hiss. “Damn Mia. You look fucking sexy—I mean you always do, but …fuck.”

Her eyes heat and I can see her nipples harden through the fabric. Something tells me she’s not wearing a bra, and from how tight that dress is? Yeah, I bet there aren’t any panties involved either.

If she’s trying to kill me, she’s succeeding.

I push all my naughty thoughts out of my mind. There will be time for that later.

We have all night.

I drape our coats over one of my arms and with the other I put a hand on her lower back, my fingers splaying onto her ass, and guide her through the greenhouse, stopping when we reach the table I requested. It’s covered with a white tablecloth and set up with candles and a low vase of flowers. A bottle of wine waits for us—the food will be coming shortly.

“Hollis,” she breathes. “Did you do all this?”

“Well, it was my idea, but I asked the staff for help. I couldn’t exactly get all this up here without their permission.”

She laughs as I pull the chair out for her, and she sits down.

A staff member steps out of the shadows and takes our coats before disappearing again.

I sit down across from Mia clearing my throat. I feel slightly awkward. I’ve never done anything like this before and I feel insecure.

Is it too much?

Not enough?

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