Page 3 of The Book Signing

What—Oh no!

The man from the hotel room! The one that caught me ogling him as he offered me a most salivating view of his backside.

Shit! Okay. This is not awkward at all. Just play it cool, Abigail.

“Sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I’ve never seen you before.” I say, as I avoid his gaze and continue to sip my drink.

“Nope, it was definitely you. I’m not sure whether your voyeurism should flatter me or annoy me.” Then he makes a dramatic sigh and adds, “This must be what porn stars feel like.”

I press my lips together, unsure of how I feel about his arrogant comment but still stay silent, determined not to give myself away.

“Also,” he points at my head, “your hair is the color of a flamingo, so no, I didn’t mistake you for someone else. No one here has hair as bright as yours.”

Oh fuck, I knew this hair color would backfire somehow.

I open my mouth to comment, but he chugs back the glass of water and sets it down on the table.

Damn, even the way his adam’s apple bops as he drinks is hot.

He gives me a grin and says, “At least I now know to double-check the curtains before I get a blow job,” then gets up and struts away, oozing confidence. Worse, he leaves a scented trail of sigh-inducing cologne.

I watch as he walks further away, just in case he looks back at me, but thankfully he doesn’t. Comfortable knowing he’s out of sight, I drop my head into my hands and let out a groan.

Well, that wasn’t awkward at all.

Chapter Two

JAXON

I run my fingers through my gelled hair as I walk down the flight of stairs into the lobby, evading the temptations of catching the lift. I didn’t have time to check out the gym this morning, so anything to keep my muscles moving is good.

With my jacket wrapped over my arm, I place the sunglasses on my head as I enter the lobby and plaster a good morning smile on my face.

Well, it was a good morning indeed. A little rocky towards the end, but better than a boring one. I admit, it was odd that when the roomservice chick had her mouth wrapped around my cock; I felt a sudden urge to look over my shoulder. It was as if eyes were burning onto me and the need to check was like an itch I needed to scratch.

And fuck, am I glad I checked. I saw a pouty lipped woman with a head of bright pink hair ogling me from the restaurant directly opposite to my bungalow.

The way she turned her head away the moment I caught her red-handed made me grin. For fuck’s sakes, I even winked at her, all the while having blondie on her knees sucking my dick. When the pink-haired chick turned away, I felt like a bit of a douche and quickly closed the curtains.

My focus went back to the blow job, and when I glanced down, I suddenly no longer found her attractive, even with her red lips around me. With that thought, I deflated. When I looked down, I saw her confused and disappointed expression as she stared at my sad, flaccid dick.

Well, to say there wasn’t a happy ending is putting it mildly. We both had neither.

Although I want to put this morning’s failure in the bedroom behind me, I walk right by that same blow-job blondie from earlier this morning as I pass the reception desk. She lifts her head and gives me a sultry wink. Even though I don’t have theurge to stop and have a chat with her, or flirt my way into her underwear, I return the wink. I mean, even though I fuck through life, I still have manners.

Eventually I find a seat near the café lounge, half cut off from the public, making it semiprivate. Which suits me well, considering I don’t really want to make a big show of myself until I need to. There will be enough smiling, waving and socializing for the next three days, anyway. Enough to show my face, so for now, I want to rest and be anonymous.

Sinking into the soft cushion, I speedily read through my emails until something catches my eye in the reflection of a mirror. I glance up to see a tall woman with a familiar head of pink hair standing outside a room, shaking hands with two other women.

They all seemed enthralled by her presence, and I can hear them muttering their praises. The fan girls intrigue me because it hints that she’s well known, and not simply an attendee. There is more to her, and now I want to find out what the mystery woman with mesmerizing hair and a fantastic body is doing here.

Eyeing the reception desk, I check to see who is manning it and notice it’s now taken over with ayoung guy behind it. The woman is no longer in sight.

Good. I can do some questioning without being distracted.

I quickly head over to him, noticing his frazzled attitude, not giving off a confident vibe. I don’t mean to judge, because everyone gets stressed at work, but appearance is something I pride myself on.

I call it the three C’s. Confidence, Charm and Charisma.

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