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Release Date: December 29
th
, 2013

He looked like a sex god.  And I do not use those words lightly. He really did look like sex on legs. And all I could think was
whoa
, as I stared at him from across the room. And then he turned to stare at me, and my face went a deep red, the sort of deep red that you see in vials on
True Blood
. And then he smiled at me and I thought I was going to faint.
The sex god was smiling at me
. I wanted to look around and make sure I was seeing correctly, and that he was eyeing me and not some other girl. But I didn’t. I was cool, calm, and collected. Well, I pretended to be cool, calm, and collected. Inside I was a bundle of nerves, and I just wanted to scream or text my best friend Anna in excitement. But I didn’t. Instead I smiled back coyly and lowered my eyes, like I’d seen the women do in James Bond movies, and then I’d looked back up and he was still smiling at me with the most devilish smile.  Then he slowly licked his lips, and I thought my panties were going to fall off all by themselves.  I’m not really sure what happened next, as it was a bit of blur, but now I found myself sitting awkwardly on a couch in his hotel room, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. And I had no idea what I was expected to do next. Well, I had a slight idea. But you know what I mean.

“
Omg, Anna. I’m in a strange guy’s hotel room. Hotel is the Ritz, I think I’m in the penthouse, and the guy is hot. I can’t remember his name. But he is tall, blond and handsome
.” I hit send quickly as I heard the door open. Anna and I always texted each other the details of our dates, just in case something went wrong.

“Are you okay?” He walked towards me with a smooth stride. I tried not to stare at his naked chest.

“I’m fine.” I squeaked out, not really believing I was in this situation. I’d never been the girl to have a one-night stand, and I’d never had an offer from a guy as hot as this before.

“You don’t look very comfortable.” He stopped in front of me and
frowned as he looked me over. He had a slight accent that I couldn’t quite place. He sounded slightly English, which would make sense because we were in London, but he also sounded French. I wasn’t sure if I was going crazy, because how could I not tell if he was English or French?

“I’m fine.” I smiled up at him, and took a deep breath. I wasn’t exactly sure what he expected me to do. I mean
, I was pretty sure we had come back to his room for sex.  But I wasn’t sure if he thought this was
Pretty Woman
sex or Hallmark movie cuddling. I was down with either one. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prostitute, but I wouldn’t mind a man having his wicked way with me. Not at all. Not when he was a sex god.

“You’re still dressed.” He sat down next to me, and I felt his warm thigh press against mine. I tried not to shiver as a feeling of excitement coursed through me.

“I, uh, thought that we were going to chat or something first.” I mumbled out. Damn it, Lola, I thought to myself. He’s going to think I’m the bumbling idiot that I am.

“Chat?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “What would you like to chat about?”

“Well, you know. Things.” I smiled at him, and he sat back with a puzzled look on his face. He reached a hand over and I felt his fingers tracing my collarbone, before brushing my dark blond hair back away from my face.

“You’re very beautiful.”

“You’re hot.” I spat out and he laughed.

“You are American, yes?” He smiled to himself as I nodded. “Let me guess, you are from a Southern state, yes, somewhere in the country, maybe a farm?”

“No,” I shook my head and laughed. “I’ve never even been to the South. I’m from New York.”

“No.” He shook his head in surprise. “You do not seem like you are from New York.”

“I am.” It was my turn to frown. “What do you mean, I don’t seem like I’m from New York?”

“Nothing,
mon cher.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. “Let us not talk of mundane things.”

“What do you want to do?”

“What do you think?”

“I’m not really this sort of girl.” I swallowed as he leaned in towards me. His lips were mere inches from mine, and I closed my eyes in sweet anticipation. He was about to kiss me and I was about to have my first meaningless sex encounter! And I’d been in London less than 48 hours.

BANG BANG BANG. My eyes popped open and I saw his eyes darken with anger, as he jumped up and walked towards the door. I sat there, slightly disappointed that we had been interrupted before we had even kissed, but smiled at myself in anticipation of what was to come.

“Who is it?” he growled through the door, and it made me smile. He was obviously disappointed at being interrupted as well.

“Maximillian, open up the door. It is Xavier.” The voice on the other side of the door sounded irritated and angry, and I sat up straight. I was hopeful that Max, that was his name, would send Xavier away, as he sounded like a pompous ass.

“Sorry,” Max shrugged as he looked at me, and he opened the door quickly. “I thought you had gone to Buckinghamshire, sir.” He seemed to be apologizing to the man on the other side of the door, who I couldn’t quite see.

“Don’t tell me you have another whore in here, Max.” The other guy cursed in another language. “I won’t accept this behavior. Not in my room.” I jumped up and looked around the room to see if there was anyone else in there with us, but then I realized that this Xavier guy thought I was the whore. I blushed, even though no one was looking, and grabbed my bag.

“I’m sorry, Xavier. I…” Max muttered, and I stuck my tongue out at his back. What a wimpy asshole he was turning out to be. I couldn’t believe that he had no backbone.

“No more excuses. Go to your room. I’ll be talking to father about this in the morning.”

“Please, Xavier.” Max was practically begging now. He gave me a quick look and then ran out of the room. I stopped still as I saw the man in front of me. He was glowering at me with a murderous look in his dark green eyes. He stood tall, and muscular, and dark. He had an olive complexion, with dark almost-black hair, and he oozed power and sex appeal. Staring at this man almost made me forget how hot I thought Max had been. I had used the words ‘sex god’ in vain on Max.

"Who are you?" His voice was as arrogant as the look on his face, and I felt an immediate dislike for this man who stared at me so disdainfully.

"I'm Lola."

"Typical." He sneered.

"Typical what?" I glared at him.

"Typical name for a girl like you."

"Girl like me?"

"Bimbo." he spat out, his eyes looking over my body in a way that caused me to shiver with excitement and annoyance.

"Excuse me?"

"Bimbo. B, I, M, B, O,” he spelled out. “You are a bimbo."

"You're a jackass. Capital A, S, S." I tried to push past him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, with his eyes glittering.

"How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

"More like, do I care?" I pulled away from him. "Excuse me, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?"

"To my apartment." I bit my lip as I realized I didn't know the address by heart.

“I don’t think so.” He closed the door and grabbed my hand.

“What are you doing?” I stared at him with wide eyes, and shivered as I watched his chest rise and fall angrily.

“I will not let you leave this hotel room at this hour.” He shook his head in disgust. “In my country, it is not becoming for a woman to walk around the streets by herself at night.”

“We’re not in your country.” I pulled my hand away from him, wanting to ask what country he was from, but not wanting to be nosy and give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was interested.

“It’s a pity.” He laughed sardonically. “And lucky for you. If you were in my country right now, I’d…” He paused and leaned towards me. I could feel his breath on my lips as he stared deeply into my eyes. I froze as I stared back at him in anticipation. Was he about to kiss me? I swallowed hard. I knew I should slap him or something, but instead I closed my eyes and waited to feel his lips crush down on mine.

“Open your eyes.” His voice sounded like a growl, and I opened them reluctantly. His face was a mere inches from mine, and his eyes sparkled into mine. I could feel his breath on my lips, and I swallowed nervously. “If I were to kiss you, your eyes would remain open, because I would want to watch the pleasure dilating your pupils as my tongue sought out the secret spots in your mouth.” His voice was low and seductive as he spoke, and I trembled at his words. I had completely forgotten Max at this point.

“I don’t want you to kiss me.” I pulled away from him sharply and lied. “I don’t date cocky bastards.”

“But I don’t think you came here for a date,
mon cher
,” he laughed sardonically. “Unless you considered a rendezvous in a hotel room a date?”

“I’m leaving.” I tried to push past him again, and he grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the wall.

“You are not going anywhere right now.” All humor and light was gone from his dark, and his features looked dark and controlled. “You will stay here tonight, and in the morning you may leave.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.” I tried to push against his chest, but he was immobile. My strength did not compare to his, and I realized that there was nothing I could do to get away. “I’ll scream, you know. If you don’t let me leave, I’ll scream.”

“You won’t be the first bimbo that screams in the throes of passion.”

“But we’re not in the throes of passion.”

“And that disappoints you, does it not?” He cocked his head to the side, and surveyed my heaving breasts. “I think right now you are disappointed that I don’t have you in my bed, caressing your…”

“Stop it.” I blushed at his words and looked away. There was no way I wanted him to know how very right he was. I was intensely attracted to him. My brain was fighting my body, and just barely winning.

“Come now,” he stepped away from me. “Please spend the night, and relax. I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I wish you no harm, beautiful Lola.”

“I’m not beautiful.” I blushed as he complimented me.

“Do not tell me you’re modest as well.”

“Well, you know. Some of us bimbos can be modest.” I winked at him, and watched as his face transformed in laughter. He stared at me for a moment and sighed as he stepped away from me.

“You’re not English?”

“Disappointed?” I raised an eyebrow at him, not caring what he thought of me at this point. It was unlikely I’d ever see him again.

“No.” He shook his head. “English girls are polite. I like a girl with some bite in her.”

“All English girls aren’t polite. You shouldn’t make generalizations.”

“You’re right, of course.” He nodded his head.

“Where are you from?” I peered up at him curiously. I figured that he was Italian or something, his skin was too olive for him to be for him to not be from one of the romance language countries.

“You will not know it.” He smiled, and walked into the bedroom. “Would you like a drink?” He called back to me. He walked back to the door with a decanter of whiskey.

“No thanks.” I shook my head and then yawned.

“I bore you?”

“I’m just tired.”

“Five minutes ago you were ready to make passionate love in my hotel room with my assistant. Now you want to go to sleep. I think I’m losing my touch.”

I shrugged my shoulders and looked away, not wanting him to see how every fiber of my being was hoping for him to touch me. I wanted to feel his warm, strong hands on my body, trailing a line of fire across my skin.

“I know you want me, Lolita.” He sipped a glass of whiskey and loosened his tie. “But I’m not a man that…”

“What’s your name?” I interrupted him.

“I’m Xavier.”

“Xavier?” I looked at him in surprise.

“It means I last all night.” He paused, and my heart stopped beating as we stared at each other in silence.

“In what language?” I whispered, unable to stop myself from playing his game.

“In the language of love.” He moved towards me smoothly and before I knew it, his lips were crashing down on mine softly and firmly. I melted against him, and my eyes widened as I felt his tongue doing things to mine that sent a sharp thrill down my body. His eyes twinkled as I gasped against him, and he pulled away from me and whispered in my ear.

“I told you my kiss alone could make you wet.”

I looked up at him with an incredulous expression, but he didn’t wait for me to respond. Instead his lips came crashing down on mine and again, and his hands found the crook of my back and pulled me in towards him hard. I reached my hands up and placed them around his neck, needing the support of his body to remain on my own two feet. This time his kiss wasn’t soft and sweet, it was hard and searching. His tongue explored my mouth, while his teeth nibbled on my lip. But then he stopped, and took my tongue in his mouth and sucked and it was all I could do to not cry out in surprise and pleasure. I had thought Max had looked like a sex god, but this man, this Xavier, was sex himself.