Page 5 of When You Blush
“You don’t want to do that, do you, Harper?” I pull back and hook a loose piece of her hair behind her ear. She licks her lips.Yeah, she’s fucking attracted to me. “I promise I’m not a danger to you.”
She huffs out a laugh. “Why not live on the wild side, right?”
My Uber pulls up to the curb, and I load our suitcases into the trunk. The ride to the hotel is quiet as we take in the snow around us, getting heavier by the minute, and then we’re pulling up to the hotel.
Harper walks next to me as we approach the front desk.
“How can I help you?” the receptionist asks.
“We need two rooms, please,” I tell her, and she types away on her keyboard.
“Do you have a reservation?”
“No,” I reply.
She hums, wrinkling her nose. “Well, with it being the day before Thanksgiving and so many flights canceled, we only have one room left. However, itisa suite.”
I glance at Harper, who shrugs.
“We’ll take it.” I nod and pass her my credit card, just as Harper offers her credit card as well. “Don’t worry,I’ve got this.”
“No way?—”
“You can buy dinner,” I tell her, and she frowns at me as I get the room squared away with the nice receptionist.
On the way up to the room in the elevator, I glance down at the woman beside me. She’s worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’ll take the couch,” I inform her. “Just laying that all out there now so there’s no awkwardness later.”
“You’re super tall,” she reminds me, and then her eyes skim over my chest and shoulders. “And …broad.I should probably take the couch.”
“Let’s see the room before we make any decisions,” I suggest as the elevator comes to a stop, and we walk out onto our floor.
Our suite is at the end of the hallway. I open the door, and Harper slides past me, pulling her suitcase behind her.
“Well then.” She whistles and looks around the spacious space. “Big room.”
A couch and chair are arranged in front of a television, and the dining room table along one wall sits six.
Through a doorway is the bedroom with a king bed, and the bathroom is big enough for a soaking tubanda standing shower that would easily accommodate both of us.
I’m not going to lie. I’d love to fuck her in that shower.
“I’ll fit on that couch,” I inform her, althoughI sincerely hope that by the time it’s time for bed, I’ll be in the king with her.
Harper is gorgeous, smart, and completely fuckable.
And I’ve recently had a dry streak when it comes to sex.
I don’t do relationships. Ever. My schedule is too messy, and I’m married to the hospital. No woman should feel like she’s secondary to anything, especially a job, and that is unapologetically my priority in life.
But I have casual sex down to a science.
“Are you hungry?” she asks, and I lift an eyebrow.
Harper rolls her eyes, making me laugh.
“Fordinner, Romeo. I didn’t grab anything before the flight. There’s a restaurant downstairs.”
