Hotel O

It feels so bad that I don’t even say goodbye before walking out the door and running out of the hotel. Out of sight, out of mind. At least for now.

Because I’m sure as hell not going to sleep tonight. And I don’t think he will either.

Chapter 18

Declan

When I finally get home after a difficult day, I immediately jump under the shower. But it doesn’t cool me down, not by a long shot. Today was such a racket, and I can’t even wrap my head around it. Nothing I do can pull that image from my mind.

Kat … lying there on that table … almost being fucked by another man.

My fist balls as I step out from under the shower. I have to stop thinking about her, but it seems an impossible task, especially after what she did today. I’m still amazed at how she managed to sneak in. Now I have to reprimand all my guards or hire new ones just to make up for this mishap. I can’t believe she actually got past them. They definitely need a schooling.

And that’s not even the worst of my problems. What if my boss finds out? I’d be fucked.

I’m lucky no one noticed anything off when I intervened. Greta simply went on with her task and never asked me about the girl I dragged out. And Sarah wasn’t even fazed that I had a one-on-one with one of the girls. Apparently, she thought I was scolding her for doing a poor job, which is technically true. But it wasn’t for the reasons she thought.

Still, all I can do is hope they keep their mouth shut about what happened.

Let alone Kat herself. If any of this gets out to the press, we’re screwed. I’m screwed.

I can pack up my things and leave. And worse … the hotel will probably be ruined. No one will want to stay here anymore for fear of exposure.

Everything rests on our ability to stay under the radar. Our client’s privacy is the priciest commodity there is. Nothing can ever pay for that. They give us their hard-earned trust, and now, because of what Kat did, it almost shattered.

Or rather … because of what I did.

Because Kat only went there to search for me. To find the answers to the questions she had because I wouldn’t give them to her.

God, I never should’ve even gone to meet her.

I slam my fridge shut and take a much-needed sip straight from the bottle of wine. I’ll have to ship her clothes back to her, I guess. That, or invite her back to my office to personally hand them to her, which is the stupidest idea ever, considering the way I’ve been following my cock lately.

Why do I have to be such a horny bastard all the time? If I could’ve kept my dick in my pants, none of this would’ve ever happened. But guess what? It did, and now I have to deal with it.

I sink down on the couch and groan. Fuck. I’m sounding like a whiny old bitch.

Another sip.

The heat going down my throat doesn’t erase the image of her in that outfit. No matter how many gulps I take. In fact, the more I down the alcohol, the more her image becomes brighter.

Her face lighting up at the sight of me. Her lips curling up when she catches me off guard. Her nipples peeking through her top. Her wet pussy waiting for me to claim it.

Fuck.

I don’t know what about her has me so infatuated, but I’m hooked.

I slam the bottle down on the table and grab my cell phone, opening the browser. I immediately go to the site and click her name.

I’m typing the message I know is the bad choice, but I can’t stop my fingers from doing it anyway.

D: Let’s meet up. Tomorrow evening. My office.

Kat

When I see his message, my heart practically jumps out of my chest. Is he actually pursuing me? After claiming again and again he didn’t want to take it any further?

I mull it over for a few seconds. Should I go?

I mean, after his blatant attempts to get me to fuck off, this seems to come out of nowhere. Although I am interested in seeing where things could go with him. After all, they say you should find a partner who matches your sexual energy … and he definitely fits all the criteria.

But is it even healthy? Starting things this way with a guy like him?

I don’t want to get my heart stomped on.

If I could only tell myself not to let emotions get involved, it would be easy. A quick and easy bang evening, and then I slip away again as if I was never there in the first place.

But can I really tell myself that when I already feel my heart flutter every time I speak to him?