Nick plucked one of the colorful grapes off the room service cart and popped it in his mouth. The sweet, subtly sour juice burst in his mouth and made him hungrier. She watched his mouth as he chewed. He knew her well enough to know that her thoughts were leaning closer to the dirty side. Nick also considered a least fifty different dirty things they could do with the fruit tray. He refused to give into his baser desires and stayed firmly rooted in his place. This time, he popped a strawberry in his mouth. Satisfied, he answered her.
“Yup. To work, I’m here for the rest of the project.” He held his arms open. “Your tech support has arrived." She opened her mouth, and he held up a finger. “Your best friend Karl is on another project.”
Nick knew it was childish, but he could not shake the irritation he felt when the request for Karl to assist in San Francisco came across his desk. He was grateful his privacy glass was activated because he’d had a tantrum fit for a toddler. First, she’d pulled a first class vanishing act, then she insulted him by requesting one of his subordinates on an important project.
Nick knew she would just justify her decision by saying he should be doing “Vice President” type things, but it was classic avoidance and they both knew it. She kept his emotions on a constant circuit of love, lust, irritation, and anger. After he had reorganized the items that he’d sent flying from his desk, he’d informed his dad that he was on the way to San Francisco to assist.
Right now, lust was the frontrunner because she’d ripped off her towel and was currently oiling her naked body. He looked away to regain his composure before speaking.
“Since you thought you were dreaming, I’ll ask you again. Do I need to get my own room?”
He motioned to his luggage that was still sitting next to the front door for emphasis. A glance in the direction of his luggage was the only indication that she’d heard him, but she didn’t answer. His impatience was beginning to mix with his arousal, creating a heady concoction extreme irritation.
“Well?” he asked trying to remain in control of his fast-rising temper.
The sex last night was wonderful and the kind of reunion he hoped would happen, but ever since she’d popped open her doe-like eyes, she’d been distant and noncommittal. Was it possible she was still mad at him about the party? Desperation clawed at him; he didn’t know what to do about the awkwardness that hung between them. Resigned, he made the decision for her. If she needed space, he’d give it to her. He felt momentarily defeated.
Her phone rung before he could leave. He waited in case it was business related.
“Hey, Lena.”
She said briskly into the phone, the tension evident in her voice. She watched him as Lena chattered on the other end. She looked at his luggage and back at him, something softened in her eyes. Kalilah paced for a moment, her still naked body had almost hypnotized him.
He shook his head and started toward the door.
“Uh huh. Well, tell everyone to take the morning off.” Nick slung his backpack over his shoulder. “Yeah, let the team know I want them to take the time to clear their minds and get their creative juices flowing, and we’ll see everyone after a long lunch.”
Nick paused before grabbing the handle of his suitcase, suddenly more aware of her current conversation.
“Yes…Nick just arrived, and I have to…get him up to speed.”
The huskiness of her voice had him turning back to her. She was standing closer to him than he thought. Kalilah mouth twitch with a quick smirk.
“Yes. One-thirty meeting.”
She disconnected, and he watched as the phone slid out of her hand onto the nearby sofa. He looked at his watch. 7 AM. Her heated eyes met his.
“No.”
“Huh?”
Nick asked, wondering if she somehow heard his salacious thoughts. She turned her back to him and climbed on the bed where she proceeded to crawl from the foot to the head of the bed. Giving him a full view of her ass. She propped up some pillows against the head board and leaned back on them. Nick’s pulse quickened when he saw the desire and challenge in her eyes. She folded her arms behind her head. Her left leg was straight and her right was bent at the knee with her foot flat on the bed. She’d let the right leg fall a little more toward the right, giving him an unobstructed view of her folds.
“No,” she repeated. “You don’t need to get your own room unless you want one.”
She lazily plucked at one of her nipples as she spoke.
“I guess you could get one and rest for the next five plus hours unless something else comes up.”
She emphasized “up” by looking at his obvious arousal. Nick was naked and pushing into her hot, wet center within less than five minutes. They would talk. Later.
Nick whistled as he waited for the elevator to arrive. He watched the numbers change color with each ding. The elevator chimed as the doors opened to welcome him. Once inside, he checked his appearance in the mirrors. His hair was in place, no visible body marks; his were clothes neat, and glasses clean. He smirked at himself. He looked normal and not like a man that had had steamy sex all morning.
They’d finished breakfast between sex sessions and even took a nap or two. His body tightened at the memory of being awakened by a blow job. Nick shook his head to push sex memories with Kalilah out of his head. Now, it really was time to get to work.
His laptop case tapped against his thigh as he made way to the hotel’s conference room. He’d let Kalilah go fifteen minutes ahead of him. Nick needed to clear his head. Also, he did
n’t want it to look like they were together the whole time. The scent of hot coffee and fresh pastries greeted him when he entered the conference space. Pieces of conversations and laughter reached him from the room full of people in business casual clothing, huddled in several different clusters. Kalilah was talking to someone he didn’t recognize, probably the client or hotel management. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and she laughed at something the older gentleman said. Nick glanced at his watch before continuing to survey the room. It was 1:15 PM.