Unconventional Fling (A Working Girl’s Guide, Book 1) by Allyson Lindt Page B

you when your plane touches down.”

Chapter 11
    Leaving the airport now. Be there as soon as I can.
    That’s what Brandon’s text had said. Jade knew from her own flight in, that meant he’d arrive at the hotel in thirty to forty-five minutes, and the clock was creeping forward fast.
    She had no idea how she was supposed to act. She’d never actually met a guy in a hotel room before. Not like this, with an entire weekend of fooling around planned. She did know she didn’t want to be wearing her work clothes anymore. It was after five on a Friday; she might as well change into something more comfortable.
    But should it be the innuendo laden kind of “more comfortable,” or was her jeans and T-shirt combination the right way to go?
    She paced the floor, trying not to let neurosis overtake her thoughts. Three weeks seemed like an eternity ago. The memories of the weekend with Brandon were still seared into her mind, but her whims of fancy had retreated since then. What were they doing? It wasn’t rational.
    The phone conversations had been fun, sweet, and sexy. The random text messages and e-mails had been the same. But none of them were ever long enough, and they were always missing that connection she’d felt when they met.
    As if she and Brandon were trying too hard to recreate the moment. Maybe they could just talk when he got there? Part of her protested, wanting to taste him and feel him and be wrapped up in and around him. But if she didn’t get this out of the way, was it going to be worth it?
    Then again, they had talked. She’d told him how work was, he’d told her about working his contacts in the industry while looking for a new agent. That had to count as getting to know each other. They could spend the weekend exploring more physical things. Right?
    A knock echoed through the room, and her already racing pulse kicked up another notch, threatening to tear her heart from her chest. She took a few deep breaths but failed to calm herself. She let Brandon in.
    He looked better than she remembered, and any greeting died in her throat. She leaned back against the door as it closed. Lust and joy made his brown eyes shine as he looked her over. Maybe she was worried about nothing.
    “I missed you.” He rested his hands on the door—one on either side of her head—and brushed his lips over hers. He pulled away, studying her for a moment. “You’re okay, right?”
    The contact, followed by genuine concern, erased her doubts. They could talk later. She returned the kiss, diving into the tingles racing through her.
    His hand dropped to her waist, thumb stroking her hip, and his lips glided up her jaw. He traced his tongue along the edges of her ear, breath hot against her skin. “Even better than I remembered.”
    “Me too.” She sank into the words and light touches, focusing on the moment and nothing else.
    “You know what I was thinking”—his lips glided down her neck—“might be really nice”—he kissed along her collarbone—“after a long day of travel?” He brushed over the hollow at the base of her throat.
    A sliver of disappointment wormed its way through her. He had to be exhausted after traveling all day. “Sleep?”
    His chuckle vibrated through her. “Later. Definitely. I was thinking of something else first.” He slid his hand from her hip to her back and tugged her forward. “Join me in the shower?”
    Her already heated blood grew warmer at the suggestion, and anticipation rolled under her skin. “I’m in.”
    He guided her toward the bathroom. His palm was rough against her waist and then her back. Her earlier anxiety had vanished, replaced with an intense need to be closer to him than their clothing allowed.
    He broke away to fiddle with the faucet in the tub, and seconds later the sound of rushing water filled the room. He turned back to her. “Let it warm up while I warm you up.”
    Her heart pounded in excitement at the gravel in his voice. Her hands dropped to his