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Being completely honest was the only way to handle things. He would let Sophie know that the most, they could ever be, was a one-night stand. After that, he’d let her decide if this sizzling attraction between them went any further.
After checking the last of his camera equipment, Liam figured now was the right time to ask. “Are you ready to see where the night takes us?”
Sophie waved her sister a quick friendly farewell. “See you tomorrow, Camille. I hope you get some sleep.”
The sultry look she offered Liam when she turned back, was something far beyond just friendly. His cock stirred in his jeans. If he’d taken a photo of Sophie in that moment, he’d have titled it Pure Lust.
“This is my list of demands. I want good food. Then we are going to go to a sweaty nightclub that plays only 80’s and 90’s dance music. We will work our bodies for a minimum of two hours.” She looked him up and down for a moment, then added. “After that we’ll see how well you’re holding up, Mister Collins.”
Sheesh. This one was meant to be the quieter of the two Royal sisters. He couldn’t begin to imagine what Ryan had to deal with while working as Camille’s assistant.
But then again is he just her assistant?
Liam had his suspicions about his brother and the billionaire heiress. But Ryan had never come out and said that he and Camille were an item. Who better to ask than her sister? Surely Sophie would know.
“You can tell me to mind my own business, but are your sister and my brother? Um. Are they?”
Sophie moved closer. “Fucking?”
Liam nodded. He appreciated her refreshing bluntness.
“Like sex starved rabbits,” she said, continuing toward the exit.
Ok. That answers that question.
Liam followed Sophie and her seductively swaying hips to the elevator. The way her short skirt flipped back and forth as she walked, had him mesmerized. Images of furry bunnies doing the deed kept dancing around in Liam’s head.
She pressed the button for the lobby. As the doors of the car closed behind them, Sophie leaned back against the wall, and sighed. “Speaking of fucking. Can we agree that whatever happens tonight stays strictly between us. I don’t need any complications in my life right now.”
Liam echoed her sigh. If there was one thing the past two years had taught him, it was to keep his relationships simple. He’d become the master of no-strings-attached hook-ups. One-night stands were his current specialty. Passion, pleasure, and then goodbye.
No woman was going to get close enough to crush his heart like his former fiancée had done.
“I promise, Sophie—whatever happens in New York, stays in New York.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Sophie messaged the car service. By the time they hit the street, a sleek black Mercedes town car was already parked at the curbside. How the driver had managed to get a spot right out front of the building was anyone’s guess. Even at this late hour the traffic in New York City was still bumper to bumper.
The suited driver held the passenger door open. Liam noted that his partner for the evening barely checked her stride as she stepped into the car. This was a woman used to having someone opening doors for her. Sophie lived a life of wealth and luxury.
When Liam reached the car, the driver held out his hands. “Let me take those for you Mister Collins. I can have them safely stowed in the trunk until you need them again. I promise they will be returned to you in perfect condition.”
He reluctantly handed over his precious equipment. “Thank you. Just be super careful with the camera bag.”
When he travelled on assignment Liam rarely let his equipment out of his sight. But he’d promised to go eat with Sophie, so he couldn’t really lug all his gear with him.
Free of his bags, Liam slipped into the back seat of the Mercedes. The cream colored, leather passenger seat was so incredibly soft. If he’d been a cat, he’d have purred. “Oh, this is nice.”
Crossing her long legs, Sophie lay back in her own seat. “I do appreciate the extra room which comes with a large car.”
Liam’s gaze remained fixed on her fit, shapely legs. He could imagine running his hands over her smooth as silk skin. He’d follow the delectable path all the way up until he reached the hem of Sophie’s pink and white paisley patterned skirt.
That skirt.
It barely covered the top of her thighs. She made no attempt to tug the hem of it down. When their gazes met the message was clear. He was welcome to look all he wanted.
I am in so much trouble. Or so much luck.
