Page 72 of A Bossy Affair

No, there would be time enough for that. I would get all of him I could handle once we were well and truly on our honeymoon. I could wait.

Instead, I wanted to do my first act as a domestic wife. Hunter so often brought me breakfast in bed, or woke up earlier than me to get me coffee or a shower ready, that I wanted to do it for him. To show him that our married life would be equally spoiling. Or at least that I would try.

Quietly, I opened up the one bag I brought with me into the room. The rest were the responsibility of Leo’s to make sure they, along with Hunter’s luggage, made it to the plane. This bag was special. It had all the normal toothbrushes and deodorant, but also a number of extra applications that were delightfully travel sized and came on high recommendation from Rosa, who insisted on gifting them to me at the bar one night.

Beside all those, though, was a sexy lingerie set that I planned on wearing all day. At least until he tore it off me. Perhaps sooner rather than later.

I slipped it on, and then committed a cardinal sin by covering it with sweatpants and a T-shirt. No one else got to know what I was wearing under there but me and Hunter. It was our little secret. Sin or not, it made me feel secretly sexy, and I loved knowing that when Hunter found out, it would drive him mad until he got me to model it for him.

There was a coffeemaker in the room, but it was one of those pod things, and I didn’t want to start our marriage off with something quick and easy for the sake of it. Not when there was a world-renowned coffee chain on the bottom floor of the hotel. One Hunter had raved about on more than one occasion.

Slipping on socks and the only backup pair of shoes I brought, I headed out of the door and turned to find the elevator.

In the distance, another door opened. I stopped, shocked when I realized which room it was, and who was coming out of it. Ducking behind a plant so I wouldn’t be seen, I watched Sean coming out of Lena’s room, disheveled and grinning like a lunatic. He turned, flung his face back into the doorway where presumably my sister waited for him with a kiss, and then darted for the stairwell, holding his shoes in the air and running out in socks.

As my sister’s door closed, I slipped out from behind the plant, grinning. How interesting…

Suddenly, my own door opened, and I nearly gasped in surprise. Hunter was standing in the open doorway, one eyebrow cocked, and the rest of him could be described the same way. He was naked, and I noticed kiss marks from my lipstick on his neck and other marks from my fingernails on his shoulders. Last night had been especially intense.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbled with a grin.

I started to tell him about the coffee, then shrugged. “I’m not going anywhere without you. Not anymore,” I said.

Hunter held out his hand and I took it, letting him pull me inside, and shut the door behind me.

Oh, well. Coffee could wait.

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