Now, Please(16)
“Oh G—” I squeezed my eyes closed as pure bliss sizzled through me. I vibrated with the climax. Hunter shook under me, moaning again. Pings of delight burst and then ran my length, fizzing.
“Holy moly.” I sighed as I came down. “That felt good.”
Hunter lowered me to the ground. He straightened my panties and dress before tucking himself back into his pants. His chest rose and fell with fatigue. Before he turned away, he looked at me for a long moment. His hand braced against my jaw. He kissed my forehead.
He gave me one last glance, then looked at himself, before opening the door. “Ready?”
I was speechless. He hadn’t shut off. Even right now, as he waited for me to exit the room, his eyes were soft and fully engaged. He wasn’t struggling to let business cover physical intimacy.
“Olivia?”
“Sorry! Yup.” I jumped to a start and hustled out of the room in case he fell back into his own ways with my delay.
“That’s twice you were zoning out tonight. What’s on your mind?”
You! “Nothing. Just trying to remember everything I need to do while we’re here.”
“Don’t stress. Brenda is on call. She’s monitoring everything. You just need to work on Donnelley.”
“Well, then, I’m throwing aces. I saw him twice today.”
Hunter opened the building door and put his hand on the small of my back to guide me through. “He said. Apparently you tested the limit of the golf cart…”
“Oh. Uh…” My face went hot. “I got lost. And was hurrying. So…”
Hunter escorted me to the golf cart and deposited me on the passenger side.
A little disappointed, I climbed in.
“Men drive on dates.”
My stomach fluttered. “I thought this was business.”
He started the golf cart and smoothly started forward. “A business date, then. An excuse to take out a beautiful woman. Whatever you want to call it.”
“Very unprofessional.” I laughed.
“Did you get everything done this afternoon?” Hunter asked after a moment of silence. He parked near the line of golf carts beside the main building.
“Yup. And don’t you dare ask if I looked at those new emails you sent—I did, and they make no sense. I’ll deal with them when I get back.”
“Fair enough,” he said, holding the hotel door open.
“So you talked to Bruce, then?” I said as I entered. “You didn’t need me after all.”
I felt Hunter’s guiding touch on the small of my back. Without thinking, I veered closer to him, feeling his heat line my side and soak through my skin. His hand slid, just a little, to the side, nearing my waist to pull me closer. Warmth turned to fire.
“He approached me. Said you were a smart young woman.” Hunter directed us around a corner. The hallway widened until it ended at the entrance of a steakhouse.
“Oh, did you see him in one of your lectures?”
“Briefly. He took a seat closer to my father. You loosened him up, but he thinks my father will protect his hard work. He’s fallen victim to my father’s charms.”
“What charms? I just don’t see it.”
“You haven’t been around him long enough.”
“I’ve been around him plenty,” I said in a dry voice as we approached the hostess waiting behind a lectern.
“Carlisle. Hunter.” Hunter stared at the woman.
“Oh, yes, of course.” Her face colored. She smiled bashfully at his smoldering stare. “Please, right this way.”
“Do you hate it when women see you as a piece of meat, or do you love being a sexpot?” I shot him a grin over my shoulder. He ignored my jest.
Dim light and the smell of searing steaks greeted us. I had no doubt the food would be decent and prices absurd, like many chain restaurants in places like this. Still, it was better than fast food.
We sat in the corner at a table for four. The hostess, shooting furtive glances at Hunter and ignoring me completely, dropped the menus on the table. “Your server will be right with you.”
Hunter held my chair out before sitting opposite me. He glanced around the restaurant before letting his gaze settle on me. “You don’t look as casual as I thought you might…”
“I’m at dinner.” I gave him a faux-scathing look. “I can’t look like a street urchin at dinner. I’m not that bad.”
“What were you wearing today?”
“Hoodie. Jeans. Hair in a ponytail. You know, my street uniform.”
He gave me a single nod before glancing at his menu. I followed suit, though I knew I’d be getting filet mignon. No way was I passing up the opportunity for an excellent cut of meat—why not go big when the boss was paying? Finding what I wanted, I set the menu aside.