I finally understood what all the hype was about. I finally understood the sexual legend that was Nicholas Hunter.
“That was...” My arms buckled and shook as I tried to pull myself up higher on the pillows. Tried and failed. “That was...”
He lifted his head and looked me right in the eyes.
“Abby...that was round one.”
Chapter 6
THREE HOURS AFTER THAT, I was actually forced to call for a break. He’d made me beg for that as well, but this time, with a mischievous smile on his face.
When I did, he calmly got to his feet, pulled on his pants, and announced that he was going for another run. Less than a minute after that, he was out the front door.
HOW was he still even MOVING?!
Don’t get me wrong. I was actually in pretty damn good shape. One of my benefits as an employee of the Hunter Corporation was a free gym membership, and for the last two years, I’d made it a point to work out at last three times a week. My body was fit. My muscles were strong.
And I was still DYING!
Feeling like I’d literally been fucked into old age, I picked myself gingerly off the bed and hobbled down the winding staircase to the living room. It was a testament to the random oddities in Nick’s life, that Harold hadn’t even mentioned the hot tub when he’d first walked in here—but I made a bee-line for it now.
My eyes snapped shut with a sigh of relief as I lowered myself down into the water. The jets snapped automatically on, and I leaned back against the wall—letting the hot foam slowly work its way into my aching muscles. Relaxing each one in turn.
I stayed inside for a good twenty minutes or so—then started casting wary glances at the kitchen. I’d half considered secretly pushing Nick’s new coffee maker out the window (in an effort to save what was left of my body) when there was a sudden knock on the door.
“Room service.”
I wrapped my arms around my chest with a frightened little squeak. Room service? I hadn’t ordered any food. Did he have a standing order I didn’t know about?
“Um...yeah, hang on!” I called, searching around desperately for my towel. “Just give me a second—”
“It’s no problem,” the door pushed open, and a grandmotherly-looking woman pushed a cart inside, “Mr. Hunter gave me a key.”
All the color drained from my face as I froze perfectly still, crouched as low in the water as I could possibly be so that my body was hidden by the jets. The woman made note of my efforts with a wry smile and an amused shake of her head.
“Don’t worry, honey. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Her voice cracked with age and humor. “In fact, it’s nothing I haven’t seen i
n this apartment before, although the hot tub is new...” Without further ado, she whipped the silver lid off the tray. “Grilled cheese sandwich, fruit platter, Cesar salad, mashed potatoes, and a cup of chocolate ice cream for dessert. He told me you especially liked chocolate...”
I certainly did—especially when I was licking it off his lips, like I’d done when he’d run off to the park just a day before. I blushed at the memory, then at the food.
Nick knew me well. All my favorites.
“Thank you.”
I glanced around for my purse, wondering how I could give her a tip in my present state. But again, she seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t worry about it—he’s already got it covered.” She backed away to the front door with a conspiratorial wink. “You’ve got a good one there, sweetie. Don’t let him get away.”
“Yeah...”
I glanced down at the chocolate ice cream, as the door dinged shut behind her.
“...he’s a good one.”
BY THE TIME NICK GOT home, a few hours later, I was already sated, and stuffed, and tucked safely away into my bed. I could hardly open my eyes when he knocked softly on the door and stepped inside.
“Abby?” he called quietly. “Are you awake?”