A curious look came across his face. “Don’t you want to wear that upstairs? To my room? As I recall, they keep the lobby a bit chilly.”
Clutching the smooth fabric of the jacket, I swallowed hard.
“You want me to come up to your room?”
Greyson leaned forward in the seat across from me and as he did, Armando opened the door for us to exit. He grabbed hold of his coat but didn’t attempt to pull it from my grasp. Instead, with a gentle pressure, he began to pull me towards him. Devoid of any thought to do otherwise, I found myself begin to move in his direction until at last, when I was not more than a foot from his face, he stopped.
“Yes, Maddie. I want you… to come up to my room,” he said in a low, direct tone. “Is that going to be a problem?”
As he talked, my skin tingled. My exposed flesh betrayed me as goosebumps erupted along the length of both of my arms.
“Um, Mr. Sin… I mean, Greyson.” I stammered. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
“Well how else are you going to get my schedule for tomorrow? It may be a weekend but I’ve got business to conduct. Once I’m done I'll require an evening out.”
He paused and leaned in closer still. “You know, the evening I was supposed to have tonight but didn’t get.”
In an instant, my arousal turned to shame as I realized how terribly wrong things had gone since he’d arrived.
What the hell was happening to me? Focus, Maddie. Do the job you’ve been hired to do, damn it.
Immediately, I assumed the most professional posture I could muster.
“Yes, please forgive me. I know things haven’t gone well at all. Of course I’ll come up. Whatever you require of me to make things right, I’ll do. I promise.”
Greyson nodded. A dimple came to his cheek as he smiled. “Whatever I require?”
“Yes,” I replied without a thought.
With that, he gestured towards the open door of the limousine.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” he said with a smirk.
MADDIE
An hour and a half later, I’d finished brushing my teeth and spitting out the remnants of baking soda flavor when Katy’s interrogation about my ‘date’ began in earnest. Clad in her favorite pink pajamas, she leaned against the door frame, threatening me.
“Maddie, I swear if you don’t tell me everything that happened, I will make your life a living hell.”
I did a half-turn over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at her in disbelief. “And if you made threats in clothing that didn’t have bunnies and dollies all over it, I might be worried.”
As I finished speaking, she crossed her arms at her chest and glared at me.
“Hah, hah, hah,” she said.
While she guffawed, I placed my electric toothbrush back in its charger, switched off the bathroom light and sidestepped my nosy roomie.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Katy warned as I passed by her.
As I walked away, I heard her footsteps hot behind me. She made quick little strides, marching down the hall after me like a tiny general.
Waving her off as I entered my bedroom I declared, “If I told you what happened you wouldn’t believe me, anyway.”
I spun around and plopped down on my bed. Before I’d even finished moving, I looked up to see Katy standing directly in front of me with her hands on her hips.
“Try me,” she said.
I inhaled a deep breath. When she acted this way, there was no stopping her from getting whatever she wanted. I’d get no rest if I didn’t do as she demanded. As I looked up at my bunny-clad best friend, I realized that without her, I wouldn't have this job to begin with. If for no other reason than that, I owed her a recounting of the evening’s events.
“Fine,” I groaned. “I’ll tell you, but I'm warning you. There’s no happily ever after.”
About fifteen minutes later, Katy went from a standing position to sitting cross-legged at the knee to at last propping her chin in her hands with her elbows on her knees as I concluded. She hesitated for a moment before speaking and then stirred to life with a sudden flail of her arms.
“Wait, wait, so you’re telling me that Greyson Sinclair, billionaire playboy, beat up some random guy in line at the club because the guy called you a hooker and then after all that, he invited you back to his hotel room where nothing happened. That’s what you’re telling me?”
I nodded as she finished. “Yes.”
“You’re a goddamn liar, Maddie Olsen!” she exclaimed. “You really expect me to believe you resisted someone that hot who did something like he did for you?”