Hotel O

Only when I look down do I remember I was wearing a light blue shirt … with no bra underneath … and my nipples are poking through right now.

“Likewise …” I reply, raising a brow. “But my eyes are up here.”

“Oh, I know,” he says, still not averting his eyes.

He’s not even ashamed of blatantly staring, and it’s making me blush like crazy.

Fuck. How do I stop this?

Suddenly, he lifts his face and presses his lips onto mine, catching me by surprise.

I don’t even know what’s happening right now. Only that he’s kissing me, and that it feels so, so fucking good. And that, for some reason, I’m kissing him back too.

Crap.

I nudge him away. “Wait, this isn’t supposed to happen.”

“It shouldn’t … but it did,” he replies. Always so smooth, like his voice and hair, and just about everything else about him, goddammit.

“And I don’t regret it,” he says.

Immediately, he lunges in for a second taste, but I stop him right before his lips touch mine.

“I can’t do this.”

“You’ve been trying to screw me ever since you met me, and now you’re suddenly having second thoughts?” he says.

“I am, considering our history. You said it yourself … This is all about the sex. No relationship.”

“Exactly,” he says, licking his lips.

“Then why are you kissing me?” I ask, frowning, confused.

He pauses, cocking his head ever so slightly. “Because I like doing it.”

“That’s it?” I make a face.

“Yeah.” He shrugs.

Well, that was simple. So simple that I don’t even get it.

“No, no, there has to be more to this,” I say, laughing a little. “You’re trying to fool me into doing something, aren’t you?”

“No,” he says. “Unless you count sex as fooling you. Then yes.”

I narrow my eyes. “Just sex …”

“Yes,” he says.

“What about the other time—”

He places a finger on my lips. “I don’t want to talk about last time. Or any time before that. I just want to enjoy this for what it is at the moment. Understand?”

I nod softly, but I’m not even sure what I’m agreeing to.

When he takes his finger off my lips, he murmurs, “I don’t want to make this any more difficult than it already is …”

He’s still so close I can taste his breath on my tongue.

But I have to remind myself what type of guy he is, and what’s at risk. He doesn’t know where I work, what I do for a living, and I want to keep it that way … for now.

“I’m not going to tell you anything if that’s what you’re after,” I reply, trying to hold my ground. “And I want to see what else you do in that hotel of yours.”

“Oh, so you’re demanding things now?” he asks, biting his lip.

“I’m not demanding things. I’m just saying that it’s a perfect way for you to make up to me.”

“Really …?” He makes a funny, scrunched-up face, and it’s hard for me not to laugh, but I do my best.

“Yes, really. I want to see what else there is. Beyond the events,” I say. “I don’t want to go any further unless you trust me.”

That was a bold move, but I need to know more about him and what he does before I let him kiss me again. Before I let these feelings get to my head.

He leans away, sighing, his face darkening. “Are you sure you want to? There’s no going back. I don’t know if you can handle seeing it all.”

“Yes, I’m ready for more,” I say. No question. I want to experience it all. “Can I participate?”

His eyes widen. “Participate? With others?”

“Why not? I almost did it before, if it wasn’t for—”

“That was different,” he interrupts, his tone suddenly shifting. “That was before …”

“Before what?” I ask.

He takes a deep breath as he turns his head toward the floor and sighs. “Never mind,” he says, before looking up at me again. “The point is this hotel is my job. My life. If what we do comes out …”

“I’m only there for the experience,” I say. “Nothing more.”

It’s a lie, and I know it. I just don’t want to admit it, neither to him nor myself.

My curiosity is just too big to stop myself from wanting to know more. Is that so wrong?

“Okay …” he says. “My office. Tuesday evening. Eleven sharp. Bring a sexy outfit and a mask.”

I grin, that’s how giddy I am. “Done.”

“You’ll need to get a clean bill of health.”

“I can make an appointment with my doctor,” I say.

“Good. And bring a suitcase with whatever else you need,” he adds. “You’ll be staying the night.”

“Great,” I say with a smile. I don’t even mind that he’s ordering me around, telling me what’s going to happen. I love it when he’s like that toward me. Makes me feel excited.

He shakes his head. “You don’t even know what you just agreed to.”