King Me (King Me Duet 1)
“Who said I was offering you the room,” he teased with a shameless smile. “But it looks like the only full bathroom is off the bedroom. There is a half bathroom in here.”
“Wow.”
“It should be ‘wow’ considering the four-figure price tag per night.”
My jaw dropped.
“Have no fear. My brother’s got it covered. At least now I don’t feel so bad. I didn’t need this much space. Add a kitchen to this and it’s a good-sized apartment.”
“What does your brother do?” I asked.
“Besides being born in the right family?” He sighed. “Well, he’s the CEO of King Enterprises.”
While that sounded impressive, I hadn’t heard of the company. “I guess that pays well.”
“That and his trust fund is probably larger than any lottery jackpot.”
That was saying a lot. No wondered they’d booked him a suite. Because of the view, my attention was snared away from him for a second. I glanced back. “If he’s your brother, wouldn’t that mean you have the same parents?”
“I guess you can call me the bastard half-brother.”
I could relate to family ties like that, so I didn’t comment.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
If the room cost that much, I could only imagine how much food cost. He walked over to a desk on the opposite wall from the sofa and picked up a leather portfolio. He opened it up and seemed pleased before bringing it over to me. “Here’s the menu.”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to open it but did anyway. The price of a burger was insane. The salad price wasn’t much better. “Maybe I’ll go hunt for food,” I said, handing him back the menu.
“Where? The city is in lockdown.” He winked at me and walked over to the desk phone. “I’d like to place an order for two cheeseburgers, fries, and two Cokes.” He nodded while murmuring a “Thanks”, then hung up the phone. “Now that I’ve ordered myself some food, you’re welcome to have some of it when it comes.”
Damn him for being adorable. “You’re a take charge kind of guy, I see.”
He shrugged. “I guess it comes from four years in the Air Force.”
That surprised me. “You can fly planes?”
“Planes, fighter jets, helicopters.”
He smirked as my eyes might have bugged out little. “Air Force taught you all of that?”
“My uncle taught me how to fly planes and helicopters before I’d entered the Air Force. It gave me a leg up on incoming cadets.”
“Wow. That’s cool. And thank you for your service.”
He tilted his head like he was surprised I’d said that.
“My grandfather was a former Marine. Mom told me how he would have given his life for this country. It gave me a healthy appreciation for those that serve.”
“Is he still around?” he asked.
I shook my head. “He died a long time ago. You?” I asked.
“Nah. My grandparents weren’t in the picture. They passed long before I was born.” He switched the subject to me like he didn’t want to talk about that. “Do you have any other family in Hart’s Falls?”
“No. My mom is from Chicago originally. She moved to Maryland when I was little.”
“Chicago to Hart’s Falls?”
I wasn’t surprised by his shock. Hart’s Falls was the embodiment of small town in the state of Maryland. “She wanted a quiet life.” I shrugged. There were more reasons, but I’d just met the man and wasn’t going to tell him my life story and secrets. “What about you?”
“Born and raised in Clinestown. The jury’s still out on whether or not I prefer small towns or big cities.”
“You’ve never lived in a big city?”
“Never. Moved around a lot overseas with the Air Force after my initial training. But never in a big city, not in the States at least.”
“I’m still amazed. Flying seems so daunting.”
He sat on one side of the sofa. “I grew up flying. I didn’t have to learn much after I joined.”
I took a seat on the opposite side. “Where overseas were you deployed?”
He flashed his pearly whites. “That’s classified.”
I held up a hand. “Don’t say it.”
“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.”
I tossed my head back and laughed. “I said don’t say it.”
The moment was over as quickly as it had begun, and we were left staring at each other. When my eyes drifted to his mouth, I quickly refocused on his storm-colored eyes and asked, “Do you mind if I grab a shower first?”
“No. Go for it.”
I went back to the table, grabbed my bag from the chair and tried not to run. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife- at least from my side. I’d never been this horny. I needed to freshen up. A splash of cold water would do me good.
As I passed the king-sized bed, I tried not to imagine myself on it with him on me.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I remembered Jody and what she must be thinking since I hadn’t texted her back. Hopefully, she hadn’t sounded the alarm. The last thing my mother needed to worry about was me.