Page 71 of Such a Good Girl

And yet, there were times when he gazed at me with something akin to love in his eyes. How was it possible West Foster was offering himself to me and asking me to go to bed with him? Not only that, but spend the entire night with him in this stunning penthouse?

I reached down and pinched my forearm, desperately needing reassurance that I was awake.

West grabbed my hand and led me back into the penthouse. Joey, West’s assistant that had joined us on the trip, stood in the kitchen looking at his phone.

“You’re still here?” West asked.

“I brought your luggage up,” he said, putting his phone away. “I’ll be here in the morning at five sharp.”

Joey had been standoffish with me when I met him at the airport, and hardly said a word to me on the flight. I was sure he’d seen quite a lot during his employment with West and he probably just assumed I was another one in a long string of others. It was fine. I wasn’t here to make friends. But I also wanted to try to get close to him — maybe he had some information I could use.

“Thanks for doing that,” West said. “We’re going to bed now, so you can leave.”

West headed into the sunken living room, towards the bar at the far corner. He didn’t see the way Joey’s face fell. But I did. When he saw me watching him, he corrected his expression quickly, but I’d seen enough to know something was there.

“Thank you for bringing my luggage up, too,” I said to him.

“Yeah, sure.” He threw me a dismissive wave before he hit the button for the elevator. The door opened instantly. He entered and turned back to face me, his face stoic in response to my smile and wave. The door closed swiftly and I glanced back at West. He was pouring whiskey into glasses,and hadn’t noticed a thing.

I joined him and he handed me a glass.

“How long has Joey worked for you?”

“Joey?” He shrugged. “A few years now, I guess.”

“How did you find him? He seems very devoted to you.”

“He’s professional. He does a good job. Sometimes, his boundaries get a little fuzzy, but he’s okay.”

“What do you mean?”

“He likes to stick his nose in my personal business sometimes. I have to remind him he is my professional assistant, not my personal assistant. Like, bringing up my luggage. The concierge of the building would have done that. He didn’t need to come into the penthouse at all. He has a hotel.”

“Why does he do that?”

He laughed, shaking his head as he sipped his whiskey. “Theo jokes that he’s in love with me. It’s ridiculous.”

“Aha,” I nodded, smiling. “Do I need to watch my back?”

He laughed again. “I think Theo is wrong, and Joey just wants a raise and a promotion. He most certainly is not in love with me. I’m an asshole to him, actually. Nobody loves that.”

I didn’t say anything further, but I made a note to keep an eye on Joey.

West walked over to a fireplace that lined an entire wall and flipped a switch. Flames ignited instantly, bathing the penthouse in a flickering amber glow. He motioned me over to the low-slung leather sectional and I sank into it next to him. He pulled me close, his arm casually draped over my shoulder.

“I’m taking you out to dinner tomorrow at my favorite place. And I’m going to take you shopping during the day. Maybe lunch at Katz’s.”

“I can’t wait,” I said, allowing myself to lean into him. Nobody was here to see that I was crossing the line. Hoskins didn’t need to know that I was quickly developing feelings for one of my marks. I could keep that to myself,and indulge in the pleasure of being around West without anyone needing to find out. I pushed away all my guilt and decided to enjoy myself.

West’s hand caressed the top of my shoulder as we finished our drinks. His touch was driving me crazy, my body coming alive. A moan escaped from my mouth as I leaned into him. He took our glasses, setting them down on a nearby table, and gathered me into his arms. His lips found mine easily, effortlessly, his kiss as soft and gentle as could be. I melted into the bliss of being wrapped in his arms.

We made out for a while, his hands roaming slowly over my body, his mouth exploring every inch of mine, the chemistry between us flowing and growing into an exquisite, undeniable connection. He pulled away, looking deeply into my eyes.

“Let’s go to bed, Little Rose,” he growled. “I need to feel you sliding over my cock again.”

I shuddered at his words, delighted by his brazenness. I nodded in silent agreement, letting him pull me up with him and lead me to his bedroom down a long, dark hallway. Our shoes clicked against the white marble floors, the soft light of the room beckoning us inside.

The bedroom was visually the softest room in the house, with a huge bed in the center covered in lush-looking black bedding that almost disappeared against the thick black carpet of the room. Two small glass tables flanked it, with two softly lit lamps providing the only glow of light in the otherwise dark room. Windows lined two walls; the sparkling lights of the city spread out below us. This view was even better than the one from the terrace.

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