The Risque Contracts Series(34)
I lifted my head that last inch, fusing my lips with his. I needed him to stop talking before I did something incredibly stupid, like begged him to show me his oral skills right now. My plan quickly backfired as Brysen took control of the kiss. His hands gripped my jaw and held me in place while his tongue swept inside to tangle with mine. When he lifted his head, I whimpered and tried to pull him back down to my mouth until my brain registered the sound of the flight attendant clearing his throat. The glare Brysen sent his way made me giggle a little this time around when it was irritating a mere six and a half hours earlier. Apparently a mind-blowing orgasm delivered by Brysen Mariano mellowed a girl out.
“The helicopter is ready to go,” the flight attendant informed us.
“Helicopter?”
“What can I say? It’s the fastest way to get to the resort,” Brysen answered sheepishly. “And if I got the timing right, we’ll make one hell of an entrance.”
I felt like Cinderella as he slipped my boots back on my feet and led me off the jet and across the tarmac to the black helicopter waiting for us. The flight attendant followed with our luggage and within minutes, we were back in the air. I’d never flown in a helicopter before and looked out the window in awe as the pilot gave us a running commentary of the landmarks. But the best sight of all was the look on Zachary Wright and his girlfriend Brittany’s face as they stepped out of a Hummer limo and watched me exit the copter. My ex was a pretentious bastard. He was visibly pissed that I’d managed to one-up him, and he hadn’t even caught sight of my date yet.
All my doubts about Brysen’s plan melted away at the surge of triumph I felt. It wasn’t that I wanted Zach back. Brittany was more than welcome to him. It hadn’t taken me long to realize I was better off without him, but I still felt the sting of insecurity whenever I saw them together and remembered how our relationship ended. Catching your boyfriend in his office with his pants around his ankles while getting a blowjob from a twenty-year-old bimbo who couldn’t sell water to a thirsty man in the desert was a hit to the ego no matter how you looked at it. A blindside made worse when he blamed it on me for being a frigid bitch because he had apparently figured out I’d been faking my orgasms on the few occasions we’d had sex. When you added in the fact that we were co-workers, it was devastating. I had to deal with the gossip that followed our break-up while also being stuck seeing the two of them together on a regular basis.
The warmth of Brysen’s hand on the small of my back was comforting. The shocked look of recognition on Zach’s face was even better. But the shivers down my spine from Brysen’s touch were the best. They reminded me that we’d proved Zach wrong. If I were the frigid bitch he’d called me, I wouldn’t have flown apart in Brysen’s arms the way I had. My satisfied smile turned into laughter as I caught Brittany staring at Brysen like she wanted to eat him with a spoon. Oh yes, this weekend was going to be even better than I’d expected.
“I take it that’s the douchebag ex and his blow-up doll of a girlfriend?” Brysen whispered in my ear.
“Mmmhmm.” Too distracted by the feel of his lips on my neck as he nuzzled against me, I couldn’t manage actual words.
“Show time,” he murmured before turning me in his arms and kissing the heck out of me, as if we didn’t have an audience.
I’d never been into public displays of affection, but it didn’t matter. Brysen made me forget everyone but him. I was in a daze as he led me past my ex and into the hotel. I managed to snap out of it by the time we reached the front desk. “Elisa Young to check in please.”
The clerk’s welcoming smile brightened at my name. “Good morning, Ms. Young. I’m Katie. Welcome to Lake Tahoe,” she said as she picked up a keycard envelope from the counter and walked around to our side without even glancing at her computer. “Your suite is ready, if you’ll just follow me.”
“I think you must have me mistaken for someone else. There’s no way my employer booked me a suite.”
“We don’t make mistakes when it comes to bookings for the penthouse, ma’am,” she assured me. “Besides, we were told to expect you to arrive by helicopter and I believe I can hear the sounds of one leaving right now. Yours, I presume?”
“The confusion is my fault, Elisa,” Brysen added. “When I told you I was going to handle the travel arrangements, I meant all of them. Including our room.”
“You changed my reservation?”
“To the best room on the entire property,” the clerk confirmed. “It has a bi-level floor plan with almost fourteen hundred square feet, two bedrooms, two and a half baths, a dining area that seats six, and the best view of the mountain.”