Page 31 of A Billionaire Gentleman

Whatever it was, I couldn’t do anything about it right now. Not unless I wanted to knock on her door and have a discussion right here. The only thing worse than that would’ve been if she’d invited me inside. Either way, I had no idea what to say to her.

Mostly because I had no idea how I felt about what she’d done.

My mind wandered all over the place as I made my way back to the hotel, questions circling at a pace rapid enough to make me dizzy.

Should I tell Grandad about the kiss? What if I did and it cost Sofi her job? Was that really my problem? Was Grandad wrong about her not being after our money? Had she just been trying to con me this whole time?

But I hadn’t gotten that impression from her. Did that mean she was genuine or that I was simply that bad of a judge of character?

Grandad was waiting for me when I entered the suite, room service already spread on the table. He looked well, and I wondered if he’d just needed a nap, or if he’d just been trying to give me a chance at doing things by myself.

“I trust everything went smoothly,” he said as I looked over the selection of food he’d gotten.

“It did.”

Except for the kiss at the end, but I wasn’t about to sharethatwith him, especially since I didn’t know what it meant. Or what I wanted to do about it.

“How did Sofi do?”

I resigned myself to having to discuss work over dinner and made myself a plate. Maybe it was for the best. If I could focus on the work and not on the kiss, maybe it’d put everything in perspective, make it easier for me to see the way I should handle things.

* * *

Silk slipped from her shoulders,and the robe puddled at her feet. I caught my breath at the vision she made standing next to my bed. Alabaster skin practically glowed in the pale moonlight. Full breasts with pale peach nipples. Long legs with dark hair between them.

I held out my hand to her, and she climbed onto the bed. We didn’t speak, but I didn’t mind. My other senses were too consumed by all that was her. My hands slid from her knees to her thighs as she moved to straddle my waist. My cock ached as it strained toward her center, desperate to be inside her, to be a part of her.

The muscles in her thighs tensed as she lowered herself onto me an inch at a time. It was torture of the most exquisite kind, tight heat enveloping me, squeezing me. Air puffed out of her in short little bursts, her skin flushing as her muscles quivered.

Her hands splayed out on my chest, my skin humming where we touched. As she slumped forward, she closed her eyes, and I took the opportunity to savor the sight of her. Lips parted. An expression of ecstasy on her face.

I surged upward, putting one hand on the small of her back to keep her in place, and the other gripped her ass, pulling her tight against me. She moaned, and I took her mouth, tongue plundering and exploring. Our bodies danced, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails biting into my skin. Pressure built inside me, pleasure coursing through my veins. Her nipples were hard against my chest, and she tore her mouth from mine, biting at my jaw and neck until I shuddered, coming with her name on my lips.

“Sofi!” I bolted upright, still saying her name as I woke. My heart was racing, body covered in sweat…and the flannel pants I’d put on for bed were sticky and damp. “Fuck.”

I stood too fast, my head spinning. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, my movements automatic. I didn’t know what time of day it was, but I wouldn’t be getting back to sleep anytime soon. I might as well take a shower and get some work done before Grandad was up. Maybe I could even have a private conversation with Aurelia–

Shit.

I’d forgotten to call Aurelia after dinner. I’d talked to her at least for a bit every day I was gone…until yesterday.

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the cold tile of the shower wall. I was the worst fucking fiancé ever.

Nineteen

Sofi

Something was wrong.

Jude, Deklin, and I had spent the entire day together, moving from one property to another. I’d taken notes, listened to everything the two men discussed. It was exactly what I would’ve expected of a workday, but since I hadn’t exactly been hired as an actual assistant, it was frustrating. I’d thought for sure I’d made progress yesterday, but from the moment I’d arrived at the hotel, Deklin had been handling me with a distant politeness.

We were at our last stop for the day when Jude pulled me aside, out of Deklin’s earshot.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice low. “You two were a lot friendlier yesterday.”

I sighed, sure I was going to have to take a cab to Diamonds and beg to get my job back. “I kissed him.”

Jude’s eyebrows shot up.

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