Strictly Business [Stud Service 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Missy Lyons

still do that, but I don’t know what I am going to do with no clothes.”
    She cringed after saying that. She left herself wide open for a sexual comeback.
    Colt’s intense gaze reminded her of a cat that was about to catch his prey. “I could think of something.”
    He looked like a man with sex on his mind, which was giving her naughty ideas as well.
    “Not for a whole week!” She gave him what was meant to be a scolding look, but she couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.
    “I can tell that you haven’t had any really good lovers lately, because a week wouldn’t be enough for me.” Colt’s smoldering look left her feeling breathless. “Let me take care of this for you. I’ll have my assistant follow up with the luggage, but first let me help you get something to hold you over for the next few days.”
    “Colt, you really don’t have to—” He put his fingers to her lips, stopping her from protesting further.
    “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. I’ll consider buying you something to get you through until your clothes arrive.” His chocolate-brown eyes twinkled merrily. She imagined he didn’t have anything practical on the list as far as clothing went. He’d want to buy things that encouraged his sexual fantasies. “You can consider it my good deed for the month.”
    “Okay, but only the bare necessities.” She was not going to become his little mistress, subject to his every whim, and she didn’t need a new wardrobe just yet. She just needed to last a few days without clothes. A package of underwear and a toothbrush and she would call it good. “And I’ll pay my own way. Thank you.”
    “Fair enough.” He took the backpack from her shoulders and tossed it over his shoulder to carry for her. Then he tucked her arm under his, keeping her effectively at his side. “We’ll make the decision of who pays when we get there.”
    Colt was obviously a man used to getting his way.
    “Colt!” Hands on her hips, she protested.
    “Sometimes it helps when you let a man just be nice to you.” He gave her that stupid grin that just made her want to give in and let him have whatever he wanted. The man was far too handsome for his own good. She couldn’t imagine many women saying no to Colt Vance.
    “Okay, but you don’t have to carry my stuff. It really isn’t necessary.”
    “Consider me old fashioned. When I am with a lady I like to open doors, hold out her chair, and carry her bags.”
    “You are a true gentleman, cowboy.”
    “Cowboys are always gentlemen.”
    He was leading to the doors marked with a bright red exit sign.
    “Where’s your luggage?” she asked, suddenly realizing his arms were empty except for her backpack. He should have his own set of luggage to carry. She cast him a sideways glance. “Don’t tell me they lost yours, too?”
    “No. My driver already loaded it into the car.”
    She frowned, realizing he had probably come back just for her. Flattered, she flashed a dazzling smile up at him. “Oh, I pictured you as a sports-car type of guy. I figured with your money you’d be behind the wheel of something red—with a racing stripe.”
    “Don’t get me wrong—I love to drive, but it seems impractical to leave a car on the island to rust out when I only come around a couple of times a year.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I just use the hotel’s car and driver when I need to go anywhere. Back home I have a sweet ride.”
    “I bet it’s nice.” She smiled sweetly, knowing how dear most men held their cars. She never thought she’d feel the same way, but her Veyron held a special place in her heart.
    “She is, but I have a nicer ride right here.” He tugged her close enough to him to smell his aftershave.
    A shiver ran up her spine.
    “Well, aren’t you a smooth talker?” she whispered back to him. She pulled closer, sliding the palms of her hands down his hard chest. “Are you ready for round two?”
    He bumped his groin against her, and she