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Okay. Clearly I was missing something. “Um, yeah, why?” But as soon as I confirmed it he was throwing my phone in the bag and picking up my top andthrowing that in as well. His vest and guns were also thrown in. Then his eyes were on me.

Before I could even say a word, he was taking my hand, dragging me out of the room.

As soon as the room’s door shut behind me, and knowing the room key was still on the desk, I was pissed off.

“So, this is your reaction, is it?” I snapped at his back. Who was I kidding, thinking he would want to still have sex with me!? “Dragging me home! Really, Brad?” I was furious as he dragged me down the hall. “You could have at least let me get dressed!”

Seriously, I was in a dressing gown!

He passed the elevator, which caused a frown on my face. Okay. What was he doing? We then stopped at another elevator and he was punching in a code into the keypad. The doors opened and he pulled me so quickly I basically tripped into his open arms. I wasn’t sure if the doors were even closed when he dropped my bag, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me in the air and backing me against the now closed elevator doors in one fluent movement.

I was startled by his sudden movements; it took a few seconds till I realized his lips were back on me. He was gently pushing the dressing gown off my shoulder, his magical lips on my bare skin.

I had questions but at the same time I was losing my ability to voice them as his lips kept moving on my bare skin.

I locked my hands around the back of his neck. “Brad, I’m confused.” I managed to get out a sentence but the elevator doors opened behind me. He balanced my weight with one arm, and picked up my bag while still holding me.

My fingers started to trace the tattoo on his neck. God, did he have any idea how perfect he was?

It was when he took a step out of the elevator that it occurred to me that my dressing gown was parted, and anyone could see I wasn’t wearing a top underneath. I went to cover myself up, but then realized we had stepped into a room.

Brad placed me on my feet and I took in the room—well, it wasn’t a room. I was speechless. The sunken lounge, the expensive and perfectly placed furniture, the beautiful decor. This couldn’t be? Could it? I turned to look back at Brad, my lips parted.

“Is this the penthouse?” I looked around the suite. It had to be because I had never seen anything like this.

I turned back around and then I saw the view. It was stunning. My feet just naturally directed me toward the city lights.

I had never seen the city like this before.

My hand went to the glass door. I was so tempted to go outside, but as soon as Brad had dragged me out of my overheated room. I was cold. So even though it was summer I knew my body would think it was freezing if I stepped outside.

I wrapped the dressing gown tighter around me, just thinking about it.

“You cold?”

I was quick to turn around. “No, I’m fine,” I lied. Brad had made a comment about me having the heat up too high in the last room. I didn’t want him suffering with the heat just because I felt the cold.

He didn’t seem to listen to me though, picking up a tablet on the table. I noticed the gas fire come to life. Wow, that was beautiful. I then heard the heating system turn on.

My eyes went to Brad. “You didn’t have to do that.” I felt guilty. “Really Brad, this…” I looked around the suite and then a question floated in my head. and I knew immediately where it was coming from. My self-doubt. My expectation that no one would do anything this nice for me.

“You’ve done this before,” I muttered, my eyes dropping to the ground. He knew who to call. He knew the pin code. He even knew this hotel had a suite like this. So the answer to my question was obvious. But was I going to let that little fact ruin my one night with him?

I had to swallow my pride. Really, it made sense that Brad had been in this situation before.

I wasn’t the first girl to notice his amazing qualities and fall in love with him. I wished now I hadn’t told him I loved him. Come tomorrow it was going to be harder to act like I hadn’t told him that.

“Stop it.” He had moved across the room and was now standing in front of me with one of his hands stopping both of mine from the nervous fiddling. “Look at me.”

I sighed and lifted my head to look into his calm brown eyes, which stole my breath away. I could immediately see the kindness in them, and something I didn’t expect to see in them:love.

“Do I look like the type of guy that would drag girls to a penthouse for sex?” He dipped his head, locking his eyes with mine. “Do I really take you as the type of guy who would do anything remotely romantic like that?”

I frowned. I just kept staring into his brown eyes. I didn’t need him to say another word, because I knew the answer.

He hadn’t done this before.

“You didn’t have to,” I gushed. “I was happy in the room we were in. I…” I wasn’t sure what else to say, the way he was looking at me right now—it was taking away my voice completely.

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