Page 29 of Dating the DILF
“Let me get rid of the condom and I’ll be right back.” I turn to see him head for the bathroom. Still fully dressed, I note, while I’m standing here stark naked in stilettos.
I bend down and grab my dress, slipping it back on just as he returns.
“Here, let me help.” He gently turns me and starts pulling the zipper up. “Even if it does hurt my heart to cover up this body. You should be naked all the time. Have you ever considered living in a nudist community? I would highly support that decision.” He’s buttoning his shirt and I can’t help but feel disappointed that I didn’t get to see more of him.
“You would, huh?”
The sound of the hotel room door beeping surprises both of us and I look up to see Dean Ellis, another junior associate of the firm, walk in.
“Charlotte? Kendall sent me up to make sure everything was okay with the contract?” Dean’s eyes are glued to his phone screen and I’m not sure he has even noticed that Miles is in the room.
“Yes, everything is fine. It took me a while to find it, it was buried under a pile of files.” I’m surprised how smooth my voice is, the lie rolling off my tongue easily.
“Okay, good.” He glances up and notices Miles, giving him one of those head tilt things men are so fond of. “Hey, man.” He turns back to me. “Kendall’s on the warpath, apparently Brennan is trying to pull some kind of shady deal, so she wants us all back here at eight tomorrow, not eleven.”
“Great.” I groan, my plan for sleeping in evaporating.
“I know, right. Look, I’m going to take off for the night, I’ll catch you tomorrow.” Another head tilt thingy directed at Miles and Dean is gone.
I collapse into a fit of giggles, the fear of how close we came to being caught sending a burst of adrenaline through me.
“Jesus, that was close.” Miles runs a hand through his unkempt hair.
“Tooclose.” I snigger. “Fortunately, Dean is notoriously self-centered, so I doubt he noticed anything untoward.”
Miles walks toward me, an evil glint in his eye, and pulls me to him. “In that case, how about another round?”
I laugh, enjoying the ease between us, and push him away. “Nice try, Kent. Let’s go.”
This time it’s my turn to drag him behind me, but he follows dutifully, only grumbling a little.
He has just pressed the button to the lobby when he looks at me quizzically. “I never did ask, why are you guys working in a hotel, instead of your office?”
“Oh, this Brennan guy is a complete asshole.” I shake my head in annoyance. “He insisted on working all weekend to finalize this deal we’re working on, but he refused to come into the office. So here we are.” I shrug.
“He sounds like a peach.”
I sigh sadly. “I wish I could say he’s the exception but, sadly, he’s not.”
Miles pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that.”
The elevator doors open, revealing the lobby, and we step out. We’re about to head back to the ballroom when a voice calling my name stops me. I turn around and see Tiff Klein looking at me impatiently.
I give Miles an apologetic smile. “Can you give me a minute? I’ll meet you at the bar.”
“Sure thing.” Miles looks nonplussed and gives me a quick kiss on my neck.
I take a moment to watch him walk away before I go over and greet Tiff.
“Mrs. Klein, how can I help you?”
“Look, I just thought I would give you a little warning, woman to woman,” she starts, her voice icy. “That man is trouble. He’s a known liar and is completely untrustworthy. I like you, Charlotte. You’re a smart woman and you need to get rid of him before he destroys your life. Just ask Aspen Teller what that feels like.” She raises a perfectly plucked brow at me and then without another word, stalks off in the same direction Miles took.
I play her words over in my mind, stunned, but there is really only one statement that I’m concerned with at the moment.
Who the hell is Aspen Teller?
“You did what?”
