2X The Heat (2X The Pleasure 1)

“Uh, I can’t give out that information.” I smirked and leaned closer to her, so no one could hear and so she could get lost in my dreamy eyes. Confident, not conceited.

“Please, she’s a friend of mine.” She doesn’t have to know the full truth. She sighed but checked her computer anyway.

“Yes, there is.” She looked back at me blushing.

“Can you book my room next to hers?” she blinked like she did not know what I had said.

“Um, I can see.”

“Please.” I smiled.

She swallowed nervously but did some clicking and typing. “Someone booked that room for tomorrow.”

“Well, can I book it tonight and maybe you can tell them something happened and you had to move them?”

She bit her lip nervously as she contemplated. Maybe it helped I was looking at her like I wanted to bring her up to the hotel room with me. I mean, she was pretty. But she wasn’t Emilia.

“Um…sure.” She finally said.

“Thank you.”

Once she finished I gave her my best, knee-weakening smile and then left for the reception hall. It was pretty much empty save the catering staff, event staff, and…Emilia. I spotted her by the podium, setting up a beautiful tulip arrangement. The theme was similar to the bridal shower, but not completely similar.

I walked up to her, not announcing myself until I was right behind her. She wore a black dress that glinted under the light and made her hair even brighter, she had curled it loosely to fall down her back. The dress hugged all of her curves, my eyes lingered at her pear-shaped ass for a good moment.

“Emilia.” I said simply. She turned to look at me slowly.

I was taken aback by how gorgeous she looked. Her makeup was minimal, but her lips were a light pink, a natural blush. All I wanted to do was kiss her because she looked so damned edible.

“Tristan. Hi.” She gave me a once over, her cheeks flushing at the sight of me.

Yeah, I know how to wear a suit. I just wasn’t very excited about that tail suit tomorrow.

“You look so gorgeous, baby doll.” I had to tell her. The smile that erupted on her face was so perfect. Timid, because she is still so shocked by compliments, but perfect.

“Do you need any help?” I asked her.

“I don’t think so. I’m almost done…you look really handsome too.” She giggled.

I could not help but smile. Everything always feels so comfortable around her, like I don’t belong anywhere else.

“Thank you, I dressed up for you.”

Her brow arched.

“For me?” She gaped.

“Yes, for you. I’m going to wait by the bar.” I leaned in and kissed her cheek, not sure if she wanted this kept a secret or not. With a wink, I left her to get back to work, I could tell she was dying to.

But I did go to the bar for a drink. A neat scotch was just what I needed to relax.

“Tristan.” That booming voice could only be my dad. Seriously, he should be an announcer or something.

I turned, and it was him. He wore a simple black suit, his hair matched mine. I hoped I would look like him when I got older, we could be brothers. Maybe that’s why mom sticks around with his boring ass.

“Hey, dad.” I stoo

d up, and he hugged me quick. It doesn’t really matter how old you get. A hug from a parent leaves me all warm and fuzzy.