Page 17 of My Silver Fox Billionaire

“Good morning.” A tanned woman in a short sleeve floral button down greeted me warmly.

“Hi, I’m looking for a friend. He’s late for our appointment. Can you tell me what room he’s in?”

“I’m sorry miss, I can’t tell you what room he’s in, but if you give me his name, I can call up to his room.”

I nodded, “Damian West.”

“Oh.” She nodded immediately, knowing to whom I was referring. “Let me call up.”

She dialed the room number and stood there patiently while it rang. “I’m afraid there’s no answer. I can leave a message for him if you’d like.”

“No, that’s alright, thank you.” I pushed off the reception desk and got an idea. I smiled to myself. Of course, why hadn’t I thought of that before?

I headed to the elevator and clicked the top floor, feeling pleased with myself. I wandered out on the top floor, and there were about six doors, probably leading into enormous suites. I smiled to myself, knowing hehadto be in one of these. I chewed my lip, deciding how to go about this.

Well, here goes nothing.

I walked up to the closest door and knocked. No answer. I stood there, suddenly feeling like a total imposter, wondering what the hell I was going to do if Damian or anyone else, for that matter, answered their door.

I took a breath and went to the next door, wondering at this point if it wouldn't just be easier to go to the massage alone, or just skip it all together rather than resorting to door-to-door sales to find a massage partner. Just as I was about to knock on the next door, a thick baritone voice startled me from behind.

“Good morning, love.”

I yelped in surprise and whirled around. Damian stood looming over me with a twinkle in his eye. He was dressed in a crisp suit with impossibly perfect hair for it being this early in the morning, and with this humidity, no less. I struggled to catch my breath. There was that incredible earthy smell tangling around me again, intoxicating me. I stumbled a step back, finding myself pressed against the outside of his door as he took a step forward. He placed one hand on the top of the door frame, and the other started to wrap around me. My breath hitched in my throat.

CLICK.

He reached around and swiped the door key, unlocking the door.

“You look particularly beautiful this morning.” He said in a husky voice, as he pushed the door open, and motioned for me to come in.

I swallowed hard, already off my game. I had come up here expecting to find him still in bed, and to give him a piece of my mind for making us late, and here he was already coming back from somewhere looking as handsome as ever, and charming me into a bumbling, dizzy, ball of nerves.

“You’re late.” I managed to squeak out.

He checked his watch. “We have plenty of time.”

“I thought you were standing me up.” I tucked my hair behind my ear nervously, not sure why I admitted it.

He stepped into his closet. “I would never stand you up Addison Easton. Ever.”

“Where were you?” I asked, eyeing his luxurious suite. The bed in his room looked infinitely bigger and fluffier than the one in my room, and I wandered over to the balcony and took in the absolutely breathtaking view he had from his room.

“I was just wrapping up a business meeting.”

He came out of the closet in a pair of shorts and sandals, and as he walked towards me, he finished pulling a white T-shirt over his impossibly taut stomach. I found myself staring as I took in every inch of the Adonis in front of me. The way his biceps strained against the sleeves of his shirt left a pool of warmth in the swimsuit bottoms I wore under my denim shorts. He was more fit than Jack ever was, that was for damn sure. Those looked like the kind of arms that could lift you up and press you into the wall without straining. I tried to steady my breathing as my eyes crossed Damians once more.

“See something you like?” He smirked.

I cleared my throat, ignoring him. “You’re already done with a meeting this early?” I questioned, not sure if I was annoyed or impressed that he had clearly gotten up far earlier than I had. After the many cocktails we had enjoyed late into the evening on the patio last night, I had to drag myself out of bed this morning, tempted to sleep in. Last night, when we were deep into an intimate evening of conversation, I had been extremely tempted to invite him back to my room, rather than going to bed alone, again. But I had decided otherwise.

“I am.” He grabbed a beach towel and threw it over his shoulder. His perfect hair was a little tousled from changing his shirt, and it was sexy as hell. I wanted to run my hands all through that thick dark mane of hair.

“I hope it went well.”

“It went excellent.”

I shyly broke our eye contact and glanced around the room. “Another nice room.” I noted. “I wish I was always staying in rooms this nice.”

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