Indigo Nights: A Sexy, Contemporary Romance (11 page)

Apparently
tweaking
took an hour. Wow. Way to make a girl feel special.

My phone buzzed in my increasingly sweaty hand.

Dylan: Good luck today, my sweet. Remember you thought sober sex was a hurdle—things are never as tough as you think they’re going to be.

I grinned and my shoulders fell as my muscles relaxed. How had he known the right thing to say at just the right time?

Dylan

The natural light in my office was beginning to dim as I sat with Raf going through what had happened in London with a new potential acquisition we were looking at. I was distracted by thoughts of Beth, and I kept expecting Raf to call me out on my lack of focus.

I didn’t understand why I was unable to put Beth to one side, why she brought out a side of me that made me want to protect and possess her. I’d fucked a lot of good-looking women, so I knew it wasn’t just that. Perhaps it was her openness, the fact that she had opened herself up to me in a way most women didn’t. She made it more than sex because every touch was full of vulnerability. And she didn’t seem to want anything from me other than for me to be careful with her. My wealth or power didn’t pique her interest, which puzzled me, but allowed me to imagine her as something more than just a lover.

“I’ve been looking at the strategic reports,” I said. Raine Media had become more interesting to me knowing Beth was potentially going to be working there.

“Oh, right. We’ll go through them in detail tomorrow. We have some time in the morning.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’m not so sure we should write off Raine Media. Perhaps we just haven’t devoted enough attention to it.” I held my breath, expecting Raf to see straight through my conflict of interest. I liked the link that Raine Media created between Beth and me. If we sold it, who knew what would happen to Beth’s deal. I wanted a few days with her, some time to work out what the fuck I was doing, to organize my thoughts. But I knew I should come clean. Raf and I had a strict policy against mixing business with pleasure. When we first started out we nearly went under because I pushed to acquire a company that my ex-fiancée’s brother was involved in, and Raf had reluctantly agreed. It had gone badly wrong and almost ruined us. It nearly meant the end of our business and our friendship. We survived partly because my ex-fiancée dumped me and because we vowed never to mix our personal lives with our business lives again.

Raf shrugged and stood up. “Not sure about that. Like you said, media isn’t our sweet spot.”

“But neither were tires, and look where that ended up.” I should just be honest with him, but what would I say? I banged a girl who might work at the TV station? I wasn’t sure there was anything to tell, yet. “We can talk about it tomorrow, but I thought maybe I’d go visit next week. Talk to some people on the ground to see if it can be salvaged. I think it deserves another three months.” Not being honest with Raf felt like I’d just stepped off a ledge into a black hole. I hated lying. My palms started to sweat.

Raf looked at me with a furrowed brow. Could he smell bullshit? I was usually the more ruthless of the two of us. I didn’t often fight to hold on to a business that hadn’t made material progress within six months of us purchasing it. I was usually the one chomping at the bit, wanting to get rid of the dead wood. Raf was the optimistic one, the partner who got me to be patient and give things more time.

“If you think that’s the best decision then I’m happy to support you. What did you see in the numbers that I missed?”

I’d not seen anything worth saving in the numbers.

“It’s just a feeling,” I mumbled, trying to be nonchalant.

“A feeling? You had a feeling? Wow, I’ll get Marie to draft a press release.” He swept his hand across the cityscape behind me as if reading a headline. “
Hard as Nails Billionaire Dylan James Has a Feeling
. This is going to go viral.”

What had I been thinking, handing Raf ammunition like that? “I was thinking of the publicity we’d get if we sell it so quickly. You remember what the press was like when we bought it; they told us we knew nothing about media and would bleed all the creativity out of it. I don’t think we can just drop it. We need to think, be smart about it.”

“And of course, you have a feeling,” Raf said.

I shook my head, trying to suppress a smile. “Get the fuck out of my office before I get
the feeling
to rip your balls off.”

Raf chuckled. “That’s more like it, my friend.”

“I mean it. Fuck off. I need to wrap things up and leave.”

“You’re leaving work?” Raf looked at his watch. “It’s six. Are you going part time? Do I need to reassess your salary?”

“You’re a regular comic genius this afternoon. I have a meeting.” I didn’t want to open up to Raf about Beth. Not yet. I was continually busting his balls about his revolving door of women, so he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to bust mine. Besides, since Alicia, there hadn’t been much to share.

“Oh, right. I’ll catch you tomorrow.”

I pulled out my phone to see if I’d received a message. Beth hadn’t mentioned a time to meet. The easiest thing would be just to send her a message or call, but something was stopping me. I guess I wanted the ball in her court—I wanted her to want to see me.

As I began to log off, a new message came in. I didn’t recognize the sender’s address.

Long time, no see, stranger. How are things going? Want to grab a coffee sometime?

Love,

Alicia

I closed the email, and then opened it again, clicking on the sender field to see the full email address.

My ex-fiancée was emailing me as if we were old college friends. As if she hadn’t dumped me for a richer guy, and we’d not seen each other in a decade. Why was she getting in contact after all these years?

I hovered over the delete button, and clicked. I wanted to forget about it and get lost in thoughts of Beth.

Beth’s hotel was just a few blocks from the office, so I grabbed my coat and stepped into the cold. I couldn’t stop grinning as I imagined having Beth to myself again.

In just a few minutes, I was entering the lobby bar. I found myself a seat on one of the stools, turning it kitty corner so I could watch the door. I ordered myself a soda water with a twist of freshly cut lime, took out my phone and began to work through the emails that had gone unanswered earlier in the day.

I sensed her before I saw her.

As I glanced up, she was grinning from ear to ear at nothing in particular, entering the lobby in high heels, a figure-hugging top and a full skirt that showed off her tiny waist. Men and women turned their heads as she clipped over the marble floor, heading in my direction.

An uncomfortable and unfamiliar swelling in my chest threatened to wind me. I felt a sense of pride looking at her. It didn’t make much sense. I wasn’t sure what I was proud of. Perhaps that she was turning heads, or just that she was so goddamned sexy. It was uncomfortable because she wasn’t mine to feel proud of. But for the next few hours, I was going to do my best to make her mine.

Just for one evening.

She stopped in her tracks. Had she seen me? I sat forward in my seat but she spun around. She hadn’t spotted me. Then she clamped her phone to her ear. Who was she calling?

My phone began to vibrate in my hand.

I grinned as I saw
Airport Orgasm
flash on my phone.

“You’re very beautiful,” I spoke quietly into the handset.

I watched as her palm flattened under throat. “Hey,” she replied. “I was wondering whether you wanted to come over.”

“Wondering or hoping?”

Her cheeks flushed and she cocked her hip out. “Maybe both.”

Her whispered words sent electric currents straight to my cock and I shifted in my seat. “That’s good to know. Keep walking in the direction you’re facing.”

She looked up and directly into my eyes. “Hey,” she said again. “You’re here.”

I nodded and ended the call.

I glanced across at the barman, who seemed to be watching her approach, as mesmerized as I was. I wanted to punch him. I should be the only one allowed to look at her that way.

She slowed as she approached and I reached out for her waist, pulling her between my legs and kissing her firmly on the lips. “Really, very beautiful.”

“You been here long?”

I held her in place. “Just a few minutes. I thought we should order some cake. I believe that was part of your plan for the evening?” I nodded in the direction of the afternoon tea menu in front of me. “Choose what you’d like.”

I watched her as her gaze danced across the menu and I couldn’t help but smile.

We were going to have a very enjoyable evening.

The waiter leaned toward her to get her order and raised his eyebrows. It was flirtatious, and I went from wanting to punch him to wanting to bury him.

I pressed my lips against her cheekbone and slid my hand up her back. It was a possessive, intimate move between a couple rather than two relative strangers about to have sex. She shot me a wide-eyed look but I smiled and lifted my chin toward the menu, indicating she should order.

“What would you recommend?” she asked the barman.

“Order quickly. I’m getting impatient,” I said, loud enough for the bartender to hear, and kissed her cheekbone again.

“I think, maybe just one of everything. But a double portion of the chocolate mousse.” Her voice was uneven and breathy. She sounded impatient, too.

I removed my hand and slipped off the stool. I pulled out my wallet and dropped some cash on the counter to cover our order.

Beth slid her hand over mine. “I’ll just put it on my tab. You don’t need to—”

A woman trying to stop me from paying for something? That was a first.

“I want to, Beth.” For the first time in a long time, I set down my money not because it was expected, but because I wanted to.

“The faster that order reaches our room, the bigger the tip. You hear me?” I said to the bartender.

I pulled Beth toward the elevators. Thankfully the doors opened quickly. I wanted her away from prying eyes.

As soon as we got in, I pinned her to the wall with my hips and bent to suck on her bottom lip. She tasted sweet, like cherries.

She placed her hands on my shoulders. “Are you okay? What was that at the bar?”

“I’m okay, I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. I’m the only guy who gets to have dirty thoughts about you.” I ground my hard-on into her stomach.

“He wasn’t having dirty thoughts about me.”

“Believe me, my sweet, every man you meet is having dirty thoughts about you.”

“You’re crazy.” Her hands slid around my neck, her fingers dipping into my hair. I had to suppress a groan. The slightest touch from her pulled me under her spell.

The doors pinged open. “I’m going to go crazy unless I get you naked, STAT.” I needed to rip off her clothes and check she was still the same, still as sexy as last time I saw her and then I needed to consume her, capture her, dull this ache inside of me.

The door to her room hadn’t even shut when I began to unbutton her skirt. Briefly, I scanned the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows made up two walls of the corner suite, and boasted views of the river snaking through the city. How did this beautiful young baker travel in such luxury? I wanted to ask, but got distracted by her glorious ass, flaring out in front of me as her skirt hit the floor.

I loosened my tie and shrugged off my jacket. My impatience grew as I circled her waist with my hands and pulled up her top. Her breasts were pushed up and out, the sight making me dizzy.

She swept her hands across her taut stomach and pressed her fingers against her lace-covered pubic mound as if she were trying to reassure her body. I groaned.

“That sweet pussy is mine to touch. I’ve warned you about that.” I batted her hand away, pushed my fingers into the lace and yanked her panties off.

“Dylan,” she sighed. The sound of my name on her lips washed over me like music.

“I need to see you.” I stared at her pussy and she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, then reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.

I closed my eyes as I took a deep breath. She was magnificent and so beautiful I couldn’t look at her for too long. I opened my eyes and she was looking back at me. “You are perfect,” I said.

A shiver of hurt crossed her face. “I’m anything but.”

I wanted to erase that darkness in her, scoop it out and swallow it down so she didn’t have to endure it. I cupped her chin and dropped my lips to hers. “To me. You’re perfect, to me.”

Something about her naked body calmed me and dampened down the urgency that had threated to send me over the edge since I’d laid eyes on her in the lobby. Now she was here in front of me, locked in to a bubble where the outside world wouldn’t interfere.

A knock sounded on the door. “Fuck.”

Beth gasped. “It’s room service.”

“Don’t move. I’ll collect it, and he won’t be able to see you.”

She wrapped her arms around
my
breasts.