Page 60 of Impossible Love

Massi escorts us past the front desk and to a private bank of elevators at the end of a long marble hallway. He uses a key to unlock the mechanism, then holds open the brass double doors for us to enter. “I believe you’ll find everything to your liking, Mr. MacLaine. Should you need anything at all, you have my private number.”

“I do. Appreciate it.”

The doors close. We’re alone in an elevator again.

“How far in advance did you plan all this?”

I chuckle. “When you first grabbed those poor bastards by the short hairs over the terms and conditions, I realized we’d be here a while.”

“You’re on a first-name basis with the VIP concierge? Do you come here a lot? And do you usually bring a guest?”

I like these questions. I look over to see she’s staring straight ahead at the shiny brass doors, but her pulse is pounding against the skin of her throat. I like that, too.

“I stay here fairly often. And I rarely travel alone. Does that make you jealous?”

Her head swings around. She looks up at me with eyes that make it clear she’s in no mood for my bullshit. So I finish my thought.

“The last person I brought with me was a wild one, no doubt about it. Six-six, two fifty, no social skills. Smells bad sometimes, too. But Special K seemed to enjoy himself.”

Ding!

“We’re here. After you.”

I know it’s going to be difficult to impress Victoria. She flew into Sweetbriar in a jet that costs more than a Malibu mansion, after all. She’s had a lot of luxury in her life.

It’s a crapshoot whether she’ll appreciate the Old-World allure of this vintage suite, with its over-the-top Moroccan tiled balcony, its two-story library, billiard room, kitchen, and impeccable French antique furnishings. It may be too quirky for her tastes.

“Holy shit, Cal.” She tosses her briefcase and bag onto the foyer table, crosses the richly carpeted floor of the Fairmont’s Penthouse Suite living room, and heads directly to the private balcony. I follow, ditching my suit jacket and tie on the way. She lets out a hoot of laughter and twirls around, her hair flying. “This is absolutely spectacular!” She turns to me, her smile playful and her eyes sparkling.

She’s right.

Spectacular.

And mine for the night.

“But,” she scowls. “How many—”

“Four bedrooms. Four baths. Two wings in 6,000 square feet.”

That divot appears between her brows. “And which bedroom is mine?”

“That’s up to you. I asked Massi and his team to prepare the main bedroom for you, but if you don’t like it, you can choose another. Or all of them. Just so long as you enjoy yourself.”

“Cal?” She steps closer, a breeze lifting her hair. “I…”

“That same rule applies to us, to you and me. You can have anything you want. Or you can have nothing at all. You can change your mind at any time. But you need to know something.”

She bites her bottom lip.

“I have a lot of pent-up lust I plan to take out on you, when you’re ready.”

Victoria comes right up to me. I feel the heat from her body. She looks into my eyes and begins to unbutton her suit jacket. I watch her slender fingers move, slowly revealing the creamy tops of her incredible breasts and a lacy bra that looks too skimpy for the job.

“You want me, Cal?”

I grit my teeth.

Her fingers keep going. I see more taught flesh revealed. Under her ribs, on her belly, down to the waistband of her skirt. Her skin is a soft peach, satiny, and I can’t fucking wait to drag my tongue over every inch of her.

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