Make Me Yours

Even this morning was hot, grinding out a quickie. He just grabbed me and took it, and I rode along, basking in the heat of primitive desire.

Like the drop of black in the bright white, a thread of fear trickles through my chest. We can’t possibly go back to the way we were before we came here. Not only do I have to get my own place, I’m not sure I can even work for him anymore. Can I?

I don’t want to think about this now. I will ignore the twist of fear and focus on this enchanted evening. Anyway, Drew has the solution—direct deposit!

Exhaling through a nervous laugh, I swallow the tightness in my throat and do a little spin, holding my hands over the rich satin rippling to the floor. Negative thoughts aren’t allowed here. Tonight I’ll let the fantasy play out.

I’ll be the princess at the ball with the gorgeous prince. I’ll exult in the way he looks at me as if his eyes can’t get enough. I’ll be beautiful for him and we’ll dance and swirl through the clouds.

My feelings and our problematic reality can stay in Oakville.

Tonight, it’s all about the dream.

Remi wanders through the hotel bar looking toe-curlingly handsome in his black tux. I sent a message for him to meet me here, and I came down ten minutes early so I could have a drink and be at the bar when he appeared.

My dress is one of those high-low numbers, so sitting in the chair puts my crossed legs on full display. My hair hangs in thick waves down my back, and I watch as his brow furrows, as he scans the faces.

The muscle in his jaw moves attractively. He likes being in control, and I’ve tilted him off balance. It makes me smile a little as I watch him. Frustration tightens his expression. I’m right here, sexy prince…

When his eyes finally land on mine, his expression melts into hot desire and a thrill surges through my stomach. This is so much better than meeting in my room.

His gaze is fixed on me as he closes the space between us. “You like playing games, Miss Banks.”

The tone in his voice has my body humming, and when he touches my back, I can’t help a shiver. “It’s not a game, Mr. Key. I wanted to have a glass of wine before we left for the gala.”

His eyes flicker to the glass of Pinot Gris on the bar in front of me. “No tequila tonight?”

“Maybe later. I figured we should start out a little more sophisticated.”

“Don’t get too formal on me.”

Slipping out of my chair, my heels bring me closer to his eye level. His hands are on my waist, his fingers toying with the bare skin of my back. I’m surrounded by his warmth, the earthy scent of his cologne. It’s heady and exhilarating.

I straighten his black bowtie, leaning closer to kiss his jaw. “Being formal can be a fun change.”

A naughty smile curls his lips, that sexy dimple teasing me. “I should have already told you you’re beautiful. I look forward to getting you out of this dress after the party.”

“Then let’s get the party started.”

A limo takes us to the gala… Actually, we abandon the car in a long line of limos when we arrive. Remi holds my hand, leading me up the carpeted stairs. He’s obviously distracted by what’s to come. His phone lights up several times as we walk, and while I’m not trying to look, I see Stephen’s name at the top of the screen.

My hand is in the crook of his arm as we enter the convention hall, and I feel like a queen. It’s an elaborate space. The floors are marble, and the windows soar to the roof, allowing breathtaking views of the city. Chandeliers like icicle waterfalls are dotted throughout, and music floats in the air. I can tell it’s a live jazz band, but I can’t see it through the throng of men and women in formal attire.

Everyone appears very important and focused. I do my best to keep my shoulders straight and my chin up… like Remington Key’s date should be. He’s as important and connected as all these people, and I don’t want to let him down.

Leaning against his shoulder, I whisper. “Are you nervous or excited? Personally, I’m scared to death.”

He chuckles softly. “You have nothing to be afraid of. I’m afraid of all the men who’ll try to steal you from me.”

“You don’t have to worry. I’m not going anywhere.” My stomach squeezes.

The words are out so fast, so automatic. I can’t believe I just said them out loud.

The smile in Remi’s profile eases my anxiety. “Stephen said he’s waiting at the east bar. If you don’t mind, I’ll take you to him while I track down Stellan and secure his business.”

“Why is Stephen here? Is he an investor or a developer?”

“Neither and both.” Remi stops to shake an older man’s hand.