very attractive
man.
She sighed as she looked about her room, which had already
been made up. There’d be no interruptions or delays. Standing in the large
sitting room, she took off her blouse and skirt and haphazardly threw them on
the Italian loveseat covered in gold velvet. She went into the bathroom and
turned on the water to fill the large, tantalizing Jacuzzi tub.
A sharp knock on the door drew her attention away from the
tub. She grabbed a robe from the hook on the bathroom door and slipped into it.
She opened the door. A college-aged guy cradled a bottle of
bubbly in a silver cooler filled with crushed ice.
“Perfect,” she said and asked him to open the bottle.
He eased the cork out. “Is there anything else?”
She shook her head. “Not just now.” She found her wallet and
fished out a tip. She could afford to be generous.
The guy’s grin confirmed it.
She poured herself a glass and took a sip. The bubbles
tickled her throat.
Cadence emptied the glass and put it down next to the
bottle. Her headache started to subside. All the weird stuff she’d learned this
morning felt as if it’d happened to someone else.
The Jacuzzi tub was calling her name. She sashayed, just as
Preston’s receptionist had done, into the bathroom and turned off the tap. All
the muscles in her body ached for the warmth of the inviting, hot water.
Stripping off her bathrobe, she sang an Elton John hit as
she stepped into the bath and sank down under the water.
“Tiny dancer…” She exhaled and closed her eyes.
She hadn’t realized how much she needed a break. The past
forty-eight hours had been such a drag. She needed relaxation. She needed
pampering. She needed more champagne.
The tightness in her muscles eased and her headache
disappeared. A smile crept onto her face as the pain and the stress melted
away. She’d become a lady of leisure. It was about time.
She reran the conversation she’d had with Preston. She’d
gone on and on about her issues and he’d listened. What a luxury to have
someone she could confide in completely.
The someone was a deliciously hot man. Of course,
she’d been forward, asking him to dinner, and she hadn’t meant a business
dinner. He’d only accepted because she was a client and he would do what she
asked. She poked a bubble and it burst.
Preston was an exceptional attorney. What he’d told her
hadn’t been easy. He’d gotten all serious when explaining and when she got all
emotional, his expression softened. She’d bet even money that beneath his
professional exterior he hid a heart of gold.
Enough thinking about the mess her so-called family had made
of their lives and how she intended to spend all that money—she wanted to dream
about that body in that Armani suit.
She had been attracted to men before, lots of men. She’d had
a few relationships but nothing serious. The mayor had made sure her dates were
fully vetted and from the right kind of families. He’d insisted she be
accompanied by a bodyguard. No misspent youth for her.
Preston reminded her of what she was missing. She’d never
experienced such an intense pull like this, especially toward someone she’d
just met. He exuded this vibe that played havoc with her body. He was raw
sexuality. And not even the Armani could keep her from thinking of him naked,
hard cock jutting from his middle.
It wasn’t like he was a stranger. Anne Night had been
Mother’s friend and confidante. After their session this morning, Cadence was
certain Preston had her best interests in mind.
She sank lower in the water and blew bubbles. She was
doubting herself again. She always seemed to second-guess her decisions and her
choices. Why couldn’t she enjoy the company of an attractive man?
She’d made a date tonight with a man who could fulfill her
every fantasy.
Would she be bold enough to go the next step? Were there too
many obstacles to keep them from enjoying each other? If only for a night?
Maybe she should ease into
man.
She sighed as she looked about her room, which had already
been made up. There’d be no interruptions or delays. Standing in the large
sitting room, she took off her blouse and skirt and haphazardly threw them on
the Italian loveseat covered in gold velvet. She went into the bathroom and
turned on the water to fill the large, tantalizing Jacuzzi tub.
A sharp knock on the door drew her attention away from the
tub. She grabbed a robe from the hook on the bathroom door and slipped into it.
She opened the door. A college-aged guy cradled a bottle of
bubbly in a silver cooler filled with crushed ice.
“Perfect,” she said and asked him to open the bottle.
He eased the cork out. “Is there anything else?”
She shook her head. “Not just now.” She found her wallet and
fished out a tip. She could afford to be generous.
The guy’s grin confirmed it.
She poured herself a glass and took a sip. The bubbles
tickled her throat.
Cadence emptied the glass and put it down next to the
bottle. Her headache started to subside. All the weird stuff she’d learned this
morning felt as if it’d happened to someone else.
The Jacuzzi tub was calling her name. She sashayed, just as
Preston’s receptionist had done, into the bathroom and turned off the tap. All
the muscles in her body ached for the warmth of the inviting, hot water.
Stripping off her bathrobe, she sang an Elton John hit as
she stepped into the bath and sank down under the water.
“Tiny dancer…” She exhaled and closed her eyes.
She hadn’t realized how much she needed a break. The past
forty-eight hours had been such a drag. She needed relaxation. She needed
pampering. She needed more champagne.
The tightness in her muscles eased and her headache
disappeared. A smile crept onto her face as the pain and the stress melted
away. She’d become a lady of leisure. It was about time.
She reran the conversation she’d had with Preston. She’d
gone on and on about her issues and he’d listened. What a luxury to have
someone she could confide in completely.
The someone was a deliciously hot man. Of course,
she’d been forward, asking him to dinner, and she hadn’t meant a business
dinner. He’d only accepted because she was a client and he would do what she
asked. She poked a bubble and it burst.
Preston was an exceptional attorney. What he’d told her
hadn’t been easy. He’d gotten all serious when explaining and when she got all
emotional, his expression softened. She’d bet even money that beneath his
professional exterior he hid a heart of gold.
Enough thinking about the mess her so-called family had made
of their lives and how she intended to spend all that money—she wanted to dream
about that body in that Armani suit.
She had been attracted to men before, lots of men. She’d had
a few relationships but nothing serious. The mayor had made sure her dates were
fully vetted and from the right kind of families. He’d insisted she be
accompanied by a bodyguard. No misspent youth for her.
Preston reminded her of what she was missing. She’d never
experienced such an intense pull like this, especially toward someone she’d
just met. He exuded this vibe that played havoc with her body. He was raw
sexuality. And not even the Armani could keep her from thinking of him naked,
hard cock jutting from his middle.
It wasn’t like he was a stranger. Anne Night had been
Mother’s friend and confidante. After their session this morning, Cadence was
certain Preston had her best interests in mind.
She sank lower in the water and blew bubbles. She was
doubting herself again. She always seemed to second-guess her decisions and her
choices. Why couldn’t she enjoy the company of an attractive man?
She’d made a date tonight with a man who could fulfill her
every fantasy.
Would she be bold enough to go the next step? Were there too
many obstacles to keep them from enjoying each other? If only for a night?
Maybe she should ease into
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