Something About Lorelei(34)
Oh my God, he was so full of himself. I sat there in shock at his words.
“You’re a player, Jack. You have girls lining up at the door who want to have sex with you.”
“True. But I want more sex with you.” He smiled.
“Why?” I cocked my head.
“Because there’s something about you, Lorelei.” His phone rang and he reached in his pocket. “I need to take this. I’ll be right back.”
I slumped in my chair. He was right. I did want more sex with him, but it was too dangerous. Dangerous in the fact that I hadn’t told him about Hope and I was afraid of his reaction when he found out. I was scared for my job. A job that I really liked. I was falling for Jack Sutton more and more every day, even though I fought like hell not to.
“Okay, now back to talking about having sex.” He reached across the table and took hold of my hand, rubbing his thumb softly against my skin. “Like I said, there’s something about you that intrigues me. You’re different and I think more sex is necessary. Let’s just say you’ve gotten under my skin, Lorelei.”
“And you’ve gotten under my skin, Jack. But not in a good way.” I smiled.
“You go right ahead and keep denying it. Since your friend, Stella, is coming over tonight, I’m going to let you get off work at three o’clock today. When you leave the office, I want you to go to the Trump Hotel and get the key to my room. Wait for me and I’ll be there shortly after you arrive.”
“You have a room at the Trump?”
“Not yet. But I will in a few minutes.” He winked.
Damn it! My body was spinning out of control with sexual desire and I wanted him. I tried everything to resist. My heart was screaming at me from the inside to stop, but my body was screaming to go…go…go.
“So let me get this straight. You’re letting me leave work two hours early so we can have sex?”
“Yes,” he replied with a smirk.
This was against my better judgement, but the way his hand was holding mine drove me crazy. I already knew what his hands were capable of and I wanted them all over me.
“Okay. I’ll be waiting for you at the Trump.”
“I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
Looking at my watch, lunch was over.
“I need to get back. Are you coming?” I asked.
“I’ll meet you at the office. I have a couple things I need to do before I go back.” He removed his hand from mine.
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Jack
Lorelei left the café and I dialed Trump International Hotel.
“Good afternoon, thank you for calling Trump International Hotel. This is Natasha. How may I help you?”
“Good afternoon, Natasha. This is Jack Sutton. Is your Executive Parkview Suite available right now?”
“Let me check for you, Mr. Sutton. Yes. That room is available.”
“Excellent. I want to book that for the rest of the day. Also, please have chocolate-dipped strawberries and a bottle of your best champagne in the room.”
“Certainly, sir. When will you be checking in?”#p#分页标题#e#
“Check me in now. You have my credit card on file. A woman named Lorelei Flynn will be arriving shortly after three o’clock.”
“We look forward to your visit, Mr. Sutton.”
“Thank you.” Click.
Walking out of the café, I climbed into the limo and told Tony to take me to Victoria’s Secret.
“Jack?” He arched his brow as he looked back at me.
I sighed. “Just take me there. I need to pick something out for Lorelei.”
“You’ve never stepped foot into Victoria’s Secret.” He smirked.
“I know I haven’t,” I spoke with irritation.
“Miss Lorelei must be something pretty special.”
“That she is, Tony. That she is.”
He pulled up to the curb and I climbed out. When I walked into the store, blinded by sexy lingerie, a woman named Ashley walked up to me.
“Hello. Is there something I can help you find?”
I cleared my throat as I could feel the embarrassment take over me. “I’m looking for some lingerie.”
“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” She smiled. “Would this be for your wife?”
“No. I’m not married.”
“Oh, your girlfriend, then.”
“No. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s my personal assistant.” Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.
“Oh,” she spoke as she looked down. Now she was the one who was embarrassed.
“Listen, I need something sexy for her to wear while with me. If you know what I mean.”
“Of course. Follow me.”