Page 3 of Ruthless Secrets
I eye him warily, but then my eyes flick over his broad frame and my blood starts to heat. I might be heartbroken and drunk, but I’m officially single, so who am I to deny this man the opportunity to come back to my hotel room? It’s not like I have a fiancé or anything waiting for me back at my room.
I have no idea how I manage to walk in my heels from the bar all the way to the twelfth floor. It might have something to do with the arm wrapped around my waist or perhaps the tequila currently making its way around my bloodstream, but I’m finding it hard to concentrate.
He guides me out of the elevator. “What room are you in?”
“Uh…” I take my clutch out from under my arm and try to open it but fail miserably.
“Here, let me.”
I hand it over to him and try my hardest not to stare as he roots around for the hotel key.
He hands it to me. “You’re in room twelve eighteen.”
I hiccup again. “Don’t you meanyou’rein room twelve eighteen?”
He shakes his head and smiles. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
He half-drags me down the hallway until we reach my room.
The reality that I’m going to spend my wedding night alone is starting to hit.
I look up at the man. “You could come in for a drink.”
When he raises his eyebrows at me, I realize how that must have sounded.
“I mean for coffee.” I roll my eyes.
He chuckles. “Coffee sounds good.”
After a few attempts at getting the door to open, I have to hand him over my keycard to open up the room and when I head inside, I immediately spot the bottle of champagne on ice.
He follows my gaze. “Don’t even think about it.”
“I wasn’t going to.” I head over to the couch and kick off my heels.
I rub at my sore feet as he gets to work making us some coffee.
From this angle, I can really appreciate how tall and broad he is.
Adam wasn’t unattractive by any means, but this man is on another level. And it’s not just his looks. He radiatespower.
I can’t even begin to imagine what it would be like to sleep with him. But I sure as hell would like to find out.
“I can feel you staring.” He chuckles.
The sound has my skin breaking out in goosebumps.
“You’re very nice to look at.”
He chuckles again as he picks up the two steaming mugs of coffee and brings them over to the couch.
“You’ll feel better after you drink this.” He hands me a cup before taking a seat beside me.
“I’m not so sure about that.”
“Not that it’s any of my business, but it sounds like you’re better off without this guy.”
I shrug. “Perhaps. But right now, it just hurts.”
