Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

They would be back in three hours.

Suddenly Abby wanted everything about her body to be perfect. She stood from the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her chest. She pad

ded off to the bed and picked up the resort’s amenities’ listings, bound in a leather book. She scrolled through until she found the spa and beauty section. She smiled.

She pressed the numbers for the spa on the phone.

“Rapture Spa. How may I help you Mr. Evans?” the receptionist asked. Abby realized Deacon’s name must pop up first on the computer system.

“Hi. This is Abby Mantelli. I was wondering if I could schedule some spa services this afternoon.”

There was a long pause. “Oh, Ms. Mantelli. Anything. What can we do for you?”

Abby smiled. “I’d like a wax, mani-pedi, hair and makeup.” She tried to think if there was anything else. “Oh, and a facial. Maybe a massage if there is enough time.”

“Certainly. What time do you need to be ready?” the woman asked.

“I have three hours.”

“I’ll send an entire team to your suite in ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” She couldn’t believe it.

“We have specific instructions from Mr. Evans to be on stand-by for you this entire weekend.”

“You do?” She was even more shocked.

“He said to give you the royal treatment. I’ll send your team up in a few minutes.”

“Thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say. She was flattered. Surprised. And it was true, impressed Deacon was so thoughtful. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Yes, ma’am. And if there is anything else you need, let me know.”

“I will.”

Abby hung up and stared at the elevator doors. She had three hours to be the woman Deacon and Cole wanted. Three hours to make her body soft and silky. Three hours to pamper herself and put on that sexy cocktail dress.

Because in three hours they would be back and they would know exactly what was going to happen tonight.

17

Deacon

This meeting couldn’t have been more fucking boring than it was. Deacon didn’t care about meeting with shareholders and shaking hands with investors. It was his career. It was his life. But it didn’t seem to matter with Abby upstairs in the penthouse.

He kept cutting glances at Cole to see if he was as distracted as he was. Cole laughed and slapped one of the board members on the back. Maybe he wasn’t as hung up on Abby. Maybe he was trying to do anything he could not to think about her.

All Deacon could think about was getting another taste of her lips. Feeling her tits under his hands. Licking and sucking every inch of her body. He wanted to hold her while she came over and over. Fuck. What was wrong with him? He’d never fallen for a woman this fast in his life.

Cole looked up when one of the speakers walked to the podium. Deacon saw it. The same look in his eye he had. Hunger.

Hunger for one thing.

And she was thirty floors above them. Shit.

Why did she have to be so damn adorable and sexy? There was an air of innocence that floated around her. To know she’d never had an experience like the one he and Cole could give her made her more seductive. As if she was trying to drive them crazy on purpose. Lure them in with her tight virgin ass.

Deacon coughed in his fist to stifle a groan.