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“Ok,” Wyatt says. I know he wants to argue the point, but I also know that he won’t because he wants this pitch to go as well as I want it to go. He leans in and kisses my cheek. “Don’t be too long or I might fall asleep waiting for you.”

“I’m sure you can find something to do to keep yourself awake,” I say. “Now if you’ll excuse me, duty calls.”

I open my purse and get my key card out and open my door. I smile at Wyatt, and he smiles back and then I step into my room and let the door close behind me. I put my key card in the slot and wait a second for the lights to come on. Once they do, I put my purse on the bed and kick my shoes off and then I open the fridge and pull out a bottle of water. I open the water and have a long drink and then I open up my laptop and switch it on. I sip my water while I wait for it to boot up, but nothing happens.

The battery must be low. I tut to myself and go to the wardrobe. I get my suitcase out and then the laptop bag so that I can get the adaptor out. I put the bags back away and go back to my laptop. I connect the adaptor and then I plug it in, and the green bar appears on the screen telling me it is charging but that there isn’t enough power to use it yet. I take another drink while I wait, but it soon becomes obvious to me that this is going to take forever, and I want my laptop fully charged before tomorrow. I am awfully glad I decided to have one last look at the pitch, or I wouldn’t have known it wasn’t charged. I was so sure that the battery was full. Oh well. I sigh and get up and go to the adjoining door to tell Wyatt I’m going to be stuck having a late one and he may as well go to bed.

I tap on the door and open it. I half expect Wyatt to be asleep already, but he’s sitting up on the bed with his own laptop open on his knee. He has changed out of the shirt and jeans he wore for dinner and now he’s only wearing a pair of navy-blue colored shorts. He looks so hot. God, I want him so badly. But no. Work first, play later.

“That was quick,” Wyatt says, looking up from his screen.

“My computer battery was dead. It’s going to take a while I think and then I still want to run through the pitch, so you may as well go to bed when you’re ready,” I say.

“Oh no. Nuh uh. No way,” Wyatt says, putting his laptop down on the bed beside him. I frown at him. “There’s no way you’re ditching me on the one night we’re spending in the most romantic city on earth. We can go through it together on my laptop.”

I like that idea. I really want to spend the night with him too. I smile and nod and step fully into his room.

“That sounds like one of your better ideas,” I say.

I walk towards the bed, but Wyatt gets up.

“Wait, before we start, there’s something I want to show you,” he says.

“What?” I ask.

He holds his hand out to me, and I take it and he leads me towards the sliding door to the balcony.

“You need to see this beautiful view,” he says.

“Oh. I’ve seen it. It’s the same from my room. It really is spectacular, but …” I say.

I don’t finish because Wyatt is softly shushing me, and I wonder what is going on. Is there something out there that he’s hiding from me? Oh my God, is he going to propose? No that’s ridiculous. We’ve only been dating for five minutes. I think I would say yes though if he did. Hell, I know I would.

CHAPTER34

Serena

Wyatt opens the door and pulls me through it and there’s nothing there. No candles. No champagne. No ring box. Obviously. He leads me to the wall and then he stands beside me. He points down at the now lit up fountain.

“How beautiful is that?” he says.

The view takes my breath away and now I’m glad I didn’t put up too much of a fight about coming out here. I hadn’t realized how much more beautiful the city would look in the dark.

“It’s gorgeous,” I say, my voice quiet and awed.

“And how about this?” he says.

He moves behind me and before I know it, he’s pushed his hand between my legs, and I’m kind of straddling his arm. He rubs my clit through my clothes, and I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

“What are you doing?” I say, in a half whisper.

“This,” Wyatt replies, still rubbing me.

I’m getting more and more flustered as he applies more pressure on my clit, but I’m still aware of where we are. I grab his wrist and pull his hand away.

“Stop it,” I say. “Anyone could see.”

He gently takes my hand off his wrist and moves his hand back to my clit.

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