THE HOTEL
PART TWO
By Lola Darling
THE HOTEL: BOOK TWO
Copyright © 2015 Lola Darling
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover Design: British Empire Designs
For two people who mean the world to me. E.H., thank you for your friendship. I couldn’t ask for better. Love you lots. R, thank you for your belief in me and for the late night laughs and snuggles. xo
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter One
Dominic Rexford is so close.
My boss is on the other side of this penthouse door. My sexy, dangerous boss. And I can have him – I can have every one of his tempting promises. All I have to do is swipe the keycard and step inside.
No more games. I want you, Juliet.
I shiver remembering the lust in his voice when he delivered his final ultimatum. I picture him inside, his shirt unbuttoned over that muscular body, tie loose around his neck. Stepping over this threshold is the biggest risk I’ve ever taken. My whole future is on the line. He could ruin all my plans, or make them come true in ways I never imagined.
I take a deep breath. Close my eyes. And swipe the card.
I push the door wide and go in before I can change my mind. I’ve never been up here before: this is the Rexford suite, for VIPs only. Now, I drink in every detail. The softly lit foyer spills into a wide, airy living room with an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. I take in the luxurious leather furniture and marble fireplace, but then I catch movement out of the corner of my eye, and everything falls away.
It’s him. Dominic. Walking toward me, a champagne flute in each firm hand.
My pulse kicks. Damn, he’s hot in his white dress shirt and tie, looking at me like he wants to devour me just like my sexy premonition. But even my imagination couldn’t capture how good he looks.
Powerful. Devastating.
Smug.
“I’m glad you came.” His smile is satisfied, like he just won a bet. But I guess he did, because I’m here, despite everything that’s happened. “Drink?”
I nod, suddenly nervous. His dark eyes rake over me as he hands me a glass. I tip it up and take a quick gulp, and warmth spreads through me: from the champagne, and the heat in his appraisal.
“You took your time.” Dom’s eyes darken just a little. I feel a surge of victory. Maybe he wasn’t so sure I’d make it. I decide to tease him, just a little.
I shrug, taking another sip. “I didn’t realize we were on the clock.”
Dom surveys me. “The limo was to your liking?”
“It was fine.”
“And the suite?” he gestures around.
I give another shrug, like it isn’t the most luxurious room I’ve ever been in. “It’ll do.”
His lips quirk in a smile. “I thought you’d like it.”
I give a flirty smile. “Have this all planned out, don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“You knew I would come.”
This man doesn’t hesitate, not for a second. “Yes.”
His confidence would be infuriating if it wasn’t so damn sexy. I take a breath, trying to steady myself. Already, my nerves are thrumming in anticipation for his touch.
“You always get what you want, right, Dominic? Must be rough.” I place my glass down and saunter past him to the windows, playing it cool.
He follows, stepping in close. His breath is hot against the back of my neck as he answers. “This is what you want too, Juliet. Don’t try and deny it. Not now.”
He’s right. I made my choice back in the hallway. Hell, that’s not even true. I made my choice the minute Dominic Rexford put his hands on me. I could have walked away a dozen times since then, and we both know it. No matter the risks, I can’t seem to stay away from him.
Why fight it anymore? Why not just surrender to this incredible connection?
Dominic slips his arms around me, running his hands gently down my bare arms.
I squeeze my thighs against the blossom of heat between my legs and make one last-ditch effort for the upper hand. I nod out at the gorgeous night skyline, Chicago lit up in the dark. “To tell the truth, I really only came for the view.”
A low rumble comes from his throat. “It’s very nice.”
Dominic leans in and brushes his lips to my neck. His fingertips are still tracing lightly along my arms and stomach. I sink back against him as the pleasure shivers through me, fighting to keep still. His hands rove over me, moving to my breasts, so soft, only a whisper of sensation.
I feel it everywhere.
God, this man. He can turn me on in an instant, make me wet and aching for him.
I hold out as long as I can against his soft seduction, then I break. I turn, reaching for him, needing him hard against me. But Dom is already one step ahead: he pulls me in, kissing me hard as he crushes me to his muscular frame.
Yes. This is exactly what I came here for.
I reach up to loop my hands around his neck, needing something solid to hold onto as his lips devour me. His hands cup my face, he pulls my lower lip between his teeth, his tongue demanding mine. Or am I demanding him? I lose track of everything as we feast on each other.
Dominic winds my hair in his fingers and tugs, pulling my head back. I gasp at the dominance. “Dominic…” I whisper as he kisses down my neck.
“No,” he murmurs against my skin. “Don’t say my name. I want you to scream it.”
He lifts me in one swift move. I cling on tight, my legs going around his waist, my hands gripping his bare shoulders. He kisses me again, effortlessly carrying me through the suite. My blood is racing, and the tension is throbbing low and warm inside me by the time we reach the bedroom and he sets me down.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you here?” he growls. “Your gorgeous tits bare, your legs spread wide for me?”
My eyes go to the bed. It’s massive, an antique four poster, king-sized at least.
Dominic takes my chin in a firm but gentle grip and turns my head back to him, so I can see the intensity in his gaze. “I get hard every damn time I think about you, Juliet. This afternoon in my office, I wanted to rip your shirt open and press you against the glass so the entire street could see me fucking you.”
My breath stills. “Why didn’t you?” I whisper, imagining it.
Dom smiles down at me. A powerful, controlled look. “Because this time, you’re going to give me everything I want.”
He traces my jaw, then slides his thumb in my mouth. I can taste him, feel the rough pad of his finger invading me. It’s so incredibly erotic that I gasp, breathless. We lock eyes.
And then I suck.
Dominic groans. He backs away and sits on the edge of the bed. He loosens his tie, and begins to unbutton his shirt.
“Strip,” he commands.
One word, said so powerfully.
I don’t e
ven think about it as I take hold of the hem of my shirt. I raise the fabric and shiver against the cool air that drifts over my stomach. Higher, higher, I slowly pull it over my head until I’m left in just my black lace bra.
Dominic’s eyes go dark. He twists his tie tight between his hands. I realize who has the power right now, and it’s not him. It’s me.
I let my shirt drop to the floor.
Slowly, I undo the button on my jeans. Looking up at him through lowered lashes, I rotate my hips a little—slowly at first. Then, with more purpose as I lower the zipper and see how hard Dominic swallows. I sway my hips and arch my back just enough to thrust my breasts out as I edge down the waist of my jeans.
Below my hip bones. Below the strings of my thong.
Dominic’s nostrils flare a bit as he winds the tie completely between his fists until his knuckles turn white.
I leave my jeans low on my hips and run my hands over my waist. Up my ribs to cup my breasts, before gliding up my neck and lifting my hair. He gets off the bed with a groan. Sexual tension rolls off him as he reaches for me, and it only makes my need worse.
He picks me up and throws me down on the bed, crushing me with a kiss. He yanks my jeans off in one move, then unhooks my bra. In seconds, I’m nearly naked, laying in front of him on the bed.
“I fantasized about this, too.” Dom takes my wrists in one hand and then uses his tie to secure them to the headboard. He binds me loosely, as if he’s asking permission and giving me an easy out all in one swoop. I’m glad. I’ve never been tied up before, but already, it’s making me weak with desire. “My Juliet, totally at my mercy.”
His hand slides over my breasts and down my belly, teasing me until his fingers finally slip beneath the waist of my panties.
“Spread your legs, Juliet.”
I do, arching my back, wanting him to touch me.
“Good girl. So good.”
He leans over me, his lips closing over my nipple as his fingers delve into my panties. My eyes roll back from the burst of sensation that shoots through me. His fingertips graze against my clit, but it’s not enough. Spreading my legs wider, I whimper a little. Still, Dom torments me: stroking softly over my clit, skimming over my aching pussy, but never touching hard enough; deep enough.
I’m going crazy here. I want him inside me when I come, want to feel his body on mine, his taste in my mouth.
“Don’t go slow,” I beg, wound to breaking point. “Don’t tease. Please, just fuck me.”
He moves to the other nipple and pulls it between his teeth. “Maybe I want to tease you.”
“Next time.”
He breathes a laugh and drops kisses down my body. He’s not going to give me what I want. But he’s going to give me everything I need.
Dominic yanks my panties down and settles between my thighs. I start to close my eyes, but I want to watch him. My hands are bound, I can’t touch him, but I can see.
He dips into my tight, slick opening, slowly sinking his finger inside me.
“God, yes,” I moan.
He parts me, his breath so hot against my damp skin as he moves closer. My body is quivering with anticipation, my clit begging for his touch. I open my eyes—
And let out a scream.
There’s a man standing behind Dom, lounging in the doorway with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face.
“Dom!” I slam my thighs together, almost crushing him. He turns. For a split second, he freezes—shocked like me—before pulling back.
“What the hell!” His voice rings out in anger. He grabs the comforter and throws it over my naked body.
“Please, don’t stop on my account.” The man saunters over to the bed. “I was rather enjoying the view.”
I yank free from the restraints and clutch the bedcovers to me. I recognize him: he’s the guy who was flirting with me at the front desk the other day!
Dominic points to the door. “Get the fuck out, Xander.”
Xander?
I realize who this intruder must be. Alexander, Dominic’s wandering, playboy, yacht-racing brother.
“Bad timing, big brother?” Xander’s eyes fall to me, his mouth curving into a cocky smirk. “Well, maybe for her. Sorry, love.”
Oh God. Humiliation slams through me. How long was he watching us?
Dominic shoves Xander back. “Out. Now.”
He hustles Xander out of the room. I quickly grab my clothes from the floor and pull them back on as fast as I can. Shit. Shit!
When I nervously edge into the living room, the brothers are in the middle of a heated conversation.
“What are you doing here?” Dominic’s voice is low, threatening.
Xander’s eyebrows shoot up. “You didn’t answer my calls, so I figured I’d stop by.”
Dominic grabs Xander’s shoulder. He says something that I can’t hear.
Xander sighs dramatically. “It’s getting harder to protect your throne, isn’t it?” His gaze goes to me. “I’m sorry, we weren’t introduced properly. Xander Rexford, at your service.”
I stay frozen in place. “Umm, Juliet.”
“How tragic,” Xander smirks. Then I see it, the resemblance, the same superior confidence that Dom possesses.
“You should go.” Dominic doesn’t look at me. He’s fixed on his brother, fury in his gaze.
“Don’t leave on my account,” Xander exclaims. “Please, stay, you looked like you were having fun.”
Could this get anymore humiliating?
“Juliet,” Dominic barks. “Leave, now!”
I flinch. A moment ago, he was telling me I was all he wanted, now I’m being ordered out of his sight like I’m some servant at his beck and call. Or his employee. Which technically I am. Shit. “Fine.”
I stalk past them, trying to hold my head high, trying to ignore the sting of Dominic’s rejection and the utter embarrassment of his brother finding us like that on the bed. I can’t imagine ever getting over it. Remembering the keycard in my jeans’ pocket, I lay it on the buffet in the entry. The door clicks softly behind me, feeling final.
What the hell just happened?
Chapter Two
“Juliet, get up!”
Something whaps me on the head, once, twice. I bolt upright to find Callie sitting beside me, a newspaper rolled in her hand.
“What am I, a bad dog?”
“Yes,” she quips and flattens the paper. Thrusts it at me.
“It’s Sunday,” I groan. “I just want to sleep. Go away.” I’m still reeling over what happened at the penthouse Friday night.
“Oh, Jesus, put your big girl panties on. Some random dude watched you get kinky, and Dominic humiliated you. I get it.”
“Seriously?” I cross my arms. “Have you ever had a stranger walk in on you when you’re tied to a bed?”
“Honey, that’s a typical Friday night for me.”
I laugh, but my heart’s not in it. The naïve part of me thinks he still might actually call or text, something, to apologize. He hasn’t yet, and I’m not sure why I’m hurting over it. Like Dominic ever apologized for anything. I should know better by now.
After I got home, Callie and Em kept me up until two AM to rehash every detail and speculate why Dominic turned so cold. We formed no satisfying conclusions, but polished off a couple of bottles of wine in the process. My head is not relishing the consequences. At the moment, I just need to sleep.
I try to pull the covers up and hide but Callie yanks them back.
“Nuh-uh. Read it.” She drops the paper on my lap. It’s a copy of the weekend papers, also known as ‘Rich People’s Wedding Announcement Day.’
I groan. “I don’t care if some trust fund private school teacher married a proctologist on the beach.”
Callie flips the paper over and points.
REXFORD HEIR RETURNS FROM EUROPE READY TO TAKE THE REINS
Alexander Brigham Rexford has returned to his suite at The Rexford Chicago, after a lengthy sabbatical in Europe. T
he dashing Rexford heir has been well followed on the Euro touring car circuit, making a name for himself as a top racing contender. And let’s not forget his drool-worthy modeling debut for designer Tom Ford in Morocco last year. With the very public division of company shares after the deaths of Xander’s parents, which left him with zero control of the company but a massive inheritance, we can only speculate his return coincides with the recent Rexford drama involving hush-hush theft by an intern. (No worries, loves, we’re still hot on the trail to find out exactly what went down and all the yummy details.) Is Xander back to challenge his brother and CEO of Rexford, Inc., Dominic, for control? It’s no secret The Rexford has been on a downward spiral in recent years, due in part to the rise of more modern-suave luxury hotels, like the Prescott Group.
Is this recent drama yet another sign that Dominic Rexford has exhausted his ability to lead the historic hotel as a contender against younger, hipper challengers?
Blaine Prescott certainly thinks so. “The Rexford has been an old, dying horse for years. It’s sad, really, watching it expire so painfully. It’s easy to blame outside forces, like the appeal of better hotels drawing customers away. That may be true, but really, bad management is likely the bigger culprit.”
Ouch! Perhaps Alexander’s fresh, adventurous style is just what The Rexford needs to turn things around. Which bring us to the big question: Does the Windy City, and The Rexford, have room for two Rexford brothers?
Stay tuned!
Chapter Three
The minute I get into work on Monday, the other interns pounce.
“What’s going on?” Brad demands.
“What do you mean?”
“The article, stupid,” he stares at me like I’m a total moron. “The big feud. Come on, Juliet. Tell us what you know.”
“Nothing more than you.” I shake him off, determined to get out of here at lightning speed. I don’t have the patience to deal with this drama. I’ve been thinking about Dominic all night and how this must be affecting him.
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