relief and disappointment as my mind and body battle it out.
“Shit.” Oliver grunts, pushing off me. “Hold that thought,” he utters in my general direction while at the same time grabbing his cell phone. I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath while watching him with fascination as his expression goes from annoyed to downright furious. “What?” he answers curtly, and I’m grateful I’m not on the other end of the line. He listens for a moment, and yet again, I witness his face transform from angry to something else. Worry, maybe. Without any notice, he’s up and out of the bed in a flash.
“All right. I’m on my way,” he says before disconnecting the call. He grabs the hotel phone and dials the front desk, asking whoever is on the other end to have his car brought around. Once he’s finished, he turns to me, and I can tell that look from before is definitely one of worry.
“I have to go to the hotel. There was a fire in one of the guest rooms.”
“Is everyone all right?”
“Yes, but the police and fire department are there. I have to get over there.”
“Okay,” I tell him scooching off the bed and straightening my dress. I forget about what my body was telling me it wanted and say a silent thank-you to God for the reprieve.
“Come on,” he commands, reaching his hand out for mine. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
I do as he asks, giving him my hand and letting him escort me out of the room. We stand in silence waiting for the elevator, and I can tell that his body is tense. Part of me wants to help him, to offer to go with him to the hotel even if it’s only for moral support, but that’s not my place. I will never play that role in his life.
“You don’t have to walk me to my car. It would take too long. I’m at a lot down the street.”
He looks down at me, and the look of annoyance that I’m becoming so accustomed to has returned. “Why are you not parked in the hotel?”
“Because the valet here is too expensive,” I return, pointing out the obvious. “I parked for half the price down the street.”
He lets out an audible sigh as we get into the elevator.
“Next time, park here, and I’ll cover the cost.”
Leaning against the wall, I look up at him, ready to dispute his latest demand. “Oliver.”
“Do as I say, Riley. I don’t need your shit right now.”
Yet again, I bite my tongue because I know that his mind is preoccupied. He has the hotel to deal with, and I don’t need to add to that. My next thought is that I shouldn’t care what’s happening in his world because he’s thrown mine into upheaval without a second thought. He takes my hand as we walk through the lobby and out onto the street where, just as requested, his car is waiting for him. He lets me go and opens up the passenger side door.
“Get in.”
“Why?”
“I’m driving you to your car.” Before I can protest, he lets out a tired sigh and continues. “I don’t have time to debate with you. Just get in.”
I do as he asks, not wanting to drag this night out any longer than it needs to be. Not to mention, the idea of walking down the street in these heels is not at all appealing to me right now. It only takes a minute for him to drive me to the lot where my car is.
“Thanks,” I say, unbuckling my seat belt. “I hope everything’s okay at the hotel.”
“Me too. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll call.”
“Okay,” I return softly. I had hoped he’d give me a day or two before our next meeting, but that’s clearly not going to be the case. Rather than carry on a conversation or even say a lengthy goodbye, I just gather my purse from the center console and exit the car as quickly as possible. I’m almost positive that I can feel his eyes on me as I walk away, and for a moment, it makes me feel safe, but I push that thought out of my head just as he peels away.
CHAPTER SIX
OLIVER
I’ve had a hard-on from the minute Riley walked into the hotel last
“Shit.” Oliver grunts, pushing off me. “Hold that thought,” he utters in my general direction while at the same time grabbing his cell phone. I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath while watching him with fascination as his expression goes from annoyed to downright furious. “What?” he answers curtly, and I’m grateful I’m not on the other end of the line. He listens for a moment, and yet again, I witness his face transform from angry to something else. Worry, maybe. Without any notice, he’s up and out of the bed in a flash.
“All right. I’m on my way,” he says before disconnecting the call. He grabs the hotel phone and dials the front desk, asking whoever is on the other end to have his car brought around. Once he’s finished, he turns to me, and I can tell that look from before is definitely one of worry.
“I have to go to the hotel. There was a fire in one of the guest rooms.”
“Is everyone all right?”
“Yes, but the police and fire department are there. I have to get over there.”
“Okay,” I tell him scooching off the bed and straightening my dress. I forget about what my body was telling me it wanted and say a silent thank-you to God for the reprieve.
“Come on,” he commands, reaching his hand out for mine. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
I do as he asks, giving him my hand and letting him escort me out of the room. We stand in silence waiting for the elevator, and I can tell that his body is tense. Part of me wants to help him, to offer to go with him to the hotel even if it’s only for moral support, but that’s not my place. I will never play that role in his life.
“You don’t have to walk me to my car. It would take too long. I’m at a lot down the street.”
He looks down at me, and the look of annoyance that I’m becoming so accustomed to has returned. “Why are you not parked in the hotel?”
“Because the valet here is too expensive,” I return, pointing out the obvious. “I parked for half the price down the street.”
He lets out an audible sigh as we get into the elevator.
“Next time, park here, and I’ll cover the cost.”
Leaning against the wall, I look up at him, ready to dispute his latest demand. “Oliver.”
“Do as I say, Riley. I don’t need your shit right now.”
Yet again, I bite my tongue because I know that his mind is preoccupied. He has the hotel to deal with, and I don’t need to add to that. My next thought is that I shouldn’t care what’s happening in his world because he’s thrown mine into upheaval without a second thought. He takes my hand as we walk through the lobby and out onto the street where, just as requested, his car is waiting for him. He lets me go and opens up the passenger side door.
“Get in.”
“Why?”
“I’m driving you to your car.” Before I can protest, he lets out a tired sigh and continues. “I don’t have time to debate with you. Just get in.”
I do as he asks, not wanting to drag this night out any longer than it needs to be. Not to mention, the idea of walking down the street in these heels is not at all appealing to me right now. It only takes a minute for him to drive me to the lot where my car is.
“Thanks,” I say, unbuckling my seat belt. “I hope everything’s okay at the hotel.”
“Me too. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll call.”
“Okay,” I return softly. I had hoped he’d give me a day or two before our next meeting, but that’s clearly not going to be the case. Rather than carry on a conversation or even say a lengthy goodbye, I just gather my purse from the center console and exit the car as quickly as possible. I’m almost positive that I can feel his eyes on me as I walk away, and for a moment, it makes me feel safe, but I push that thought out of my head just as he peels away.
CHAPTER SIX
OLIVER
I’ve had a hard-on from the minute Riley walked into the hotel last
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