Sinfully Sweet

by Janelle Denison

  The door to Darcy’s office crashed open and Darcy spun around in her chair. Amanda stood in the doorway, breathless. She grabbed the door and slammed it behind her, collapsing back against it. Fanning her face with her hand, she drew a deep breath. “Guess who’s at the reception desk?”

  Darcy’s stomach twisted nervously. “My father?” She wasn’t ready for him yet. She hadn’t worked out exactly how she would word her demands. Talking to Sam Scott was like playing chess. She had to plan her attacks and anticipate his responses.

  “No!” Amanda cried. “Guess again!”

  A flood of relief raced through her. “I don’t know. Arnold? J.Lo? Madonna? We cater to a celebrity clientele here. Famous people don’t impress me much anymore-you know that.”

  “Kel Martin. You know, the guy we saw today in the chocolate shop. He’s here and he’s planning to stay for a week.”

  Darcy gasped and jumped up from her chair. “You didn’t give him a room.”

  “Of course I didn’t. Olivia did. She’s working the front desk.”

  “No, no, no,” Darcy cried, wringing her hands. “He can’t stay here. You have to go back out there and tell him Olivia made a mistake. There are no vacancies; we have a huge group coming in. He’ll just have to find another place to stay.”

  “Why would I do that? We have two very nice suites sitting empty this week. His money is as good as anyone else’s. Plus, we have the pleasure of looking at that gorgeous face for seven days and nights. It’s a win-win situation, wouldn’t you say?”

  “It’s a disaster waiting to happen,” Darcy insisted.

  “Why?”

  Darcy shifted nervously. Amanda was not going to give up on this without a good reason. But did Darcy really want to tell her the whole story? “I once stuck my tongue on the playground jungle gym in the middle of a Chicago winter,” she finally said.

  Amanda frowned. “What?”

  “And I home permed my hair the night before my senior prom. I majored in paleontology in college. I bought my very first Gucci bag with rent money. I’ve made some really stupid mistakes in my life.” Darcy paused. “And, about five years ago, I had a one-night stand with Kel Martin.”

  Amanda’s eyes went wide. “You slept with Kel Martin?”

  “We didn’t sleep. We spent the whole night…getting busy. The next morning, he left and I never saw him again. Until about a week later, when I saw his photo in the newspaper and found out who he really was.”

  Amanda’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you didn’t know who he was when you slept with him?”

  “He said he was new in town and I don’t follow baseball. I picked him up at the bar at the Penrose. We went to his room, had fantastic sex and that was it. End of story.”

  A gleeful smile spread across Amanda’s face. “End of Chapter One. Beginning of Chapter Two Kel Martin takes a room at The Delaford.”

  “Now you know why I can’t have him staying here. I’ve never been able to get that night out of my mind.”

  “Maybe you could rekindle your romance or have a nice tidy little affair. You haven’t had a man in your bed for a long time. If you don’t get a little practice once in awhile, you’re going to forget how to do it.”

  “We never had a romance. It was just lust, two people scratching an itch.”

  Amanda crossed the room and put her arm around Darcy’s shoulders. “Better stock up on calamine, Darcy, because that itch just booked a room for a week.”

  “I’ll just inform him that we can’t possibly accommodate him for that long. Besides, I don’t have time for sex right now. Daddy is coming at the end of the week and everything has to be perfect. We’re going have a heart-to-heart discussion about my future at The Delaford and my plans to run his company after he retires.”

  “But you’ve always been great at multi-tasking.”

  “You’re no help at all,” Darcy muttered as she walked through the office door.

  She had always wanted a career working for her father. Darcy had spent her childhood trying to please Sam Scott. She got the best grades, participated in all the proper activities in school. She’d even managed to get herself into an Ivy League college. Yet nothing she did could change the way Sam Scott looked at his daughter.

  Since she was a child, he had stressed the importance of Darcy making a good marriage, not a good career. Instead, he’d steered his two sons into the family business. But Darcy’s two older brothers had been uninterested in working for their demanding father, instead founding successful business ventures of their own.

  When Darcy had been invited to step into her father’s world, she’d been thrilled with the opportunity to prove her worth. But it was only after she’d taken this job that she’d realized her father had no plans to let her keep it. Sam Scott still insisted that Darcy’s primary focus ought to be finding a husband, preferably one interested in stepping into the family business.

  Neil Lange had been the perfect choice. He had managed her father’s Beverly Hills hotel and, to Sam Scott’s delight, had shown an immediate interest upon meeting Darcy. Darcy had allowed herself to be swept her off her feet and, for a time, had thought she was in love. But she’d delayed setting a date for their wedding.

  In the end, Darcy had realized that marrying Neil was just one more attempt at pleasing her father. And all Neil really had been interested in was an executive office at corporate headquarters. The engagement ring had been returned and, at that moment, Darcy had decided that she’d done enough. If Sam Scott couldn’t accept her for the talented, driven, creative person she was, then she was prepared to walk away for good.

  When Darcy reached the lobby, Kel was nowhere to be seen. She cursed softly as her heart began to pound in her chest. Was she nervous about kicking him out, or was it seeing him again that made her pulse race? Maybe she ought to avoid a confrontation and stay out of his way for the entire week. She had more important things to occupy her energy than worrying about him.

  “Scratch, scratch.”

  Darcy jumped, then turned to find Amanda standing behind her. “So, did you send the man on his merry way?”

  “No,” Darcy said. “I didn’t catch him in time.”

  “Darcy, what’s the big deal? Are you even sure he remembers you?”

  “If he doesn’t remember me, then why did he show up here?”

  Amanda pressed her finger to her chin. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe he’s looking for a relaxing vacation. Maybe he wants to play a few rounds of golf or enjoy our spa. Who knows?”

  “What if he does remember me?” Darcy challenged. “And what if he wants to start something up again? He probably thinks I’ll just dive right into his bed. Which I probably would. But that’s beside the point.” She shook her head. “If he doesn’t remember me that would be even more mortifying, because I certainly remember him. Every single inch of him.”

  “And how many inches were there?” Amanda asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

  “That’s not what I meant.” She turned and grabbed Amanda’s hands. “Will you please tell him he has to leave? I promise, I’ll owe you big time.”

  “Nope. This is your problem. I’m the manager of guest services. I don’t tell guests to leave when we have available rooms.” She squeezed Darcy’s hand and pulled her along to the elevator, then punched the button. “He’s in the Bennington Suite.”

  “It’s your job to arrange guest services.”

  “But I’m not the one who needs an excuse to see him.” The elevator doors opened and Amanda gave Darcy a gentle shove. “I’ll be waiting in your office for a full report.”

  The doors closed and Darcy leaned against the wall. She’d kicked her share of guests out of The Delaford and it had never been a pleasant experience. But Kel Martin wasn’t trashing his room or partying until dawn or abusing the staff. He had the dubious distinction of starring in her wildest sexual fantasies. Something that could hardly be considered a crime. She’d have to come up with a plausible excuse to get rid of him.<
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  But then again, maybe she ought to stick with the truth. How difficult could it be just to tell him that she felt uncomfortable with his presence? “That would make it clear I still think about our night together,” she murmured. “And I’m not about to admit that.”

  The doors opened onto the third floor lobby and Darcy stepped out. “Just do it, quickly and cleanly. Maintain your professional composure.” She walked down the hall to the Bennington Suite, then straightened her jacket and smoothed her hands over her skirt. But just as she was ready to knock, the door swung open.

  Kel stood in the doorway, dressed in only a pair of surf shorts that hung low on his hips. The ice bucket was tucked beneath his arm. Darcy stared at his chest, smooth and muscular and gleaming in the soft light from the hallway.

  “Hello,” he said. “We meet again.”

  Darcy’s eyes darted up to his face. “Again?” Good God, he did remember her!

  “Didn’t I see you at the candy shop this morning?”

  Relief washed over her. “Mr. Martin, I’m afraid I have-”

  “You know my name?”

  “You just registered downstairs. I’m the manager of The Delaford and I-”

  “You’re here to ask me what I need.” He chuckled softly, then braced his shoulder on the doorjamb and lazily rubbed his chest. He watched her, his gaze skimming over her face. “So, what are you offering…” He leaned closer and fixed his gaze on her nametag. “Darcy Scott?”

  He hadn’t changed at all. He was still far too charming to trust. She was well aware of his reputation with the ladies and she wasn’t about to fall into his arms again. But, oh, what incredible arms he had. Darcy drew a deep breath. “There’s a book on the desk that lists all our services. Once you’ve had a chance to look at it, we’ll be happy to make reservations for you. We’ll see to your every need.”

  “Every need?”

  He leaned closer and Darcy was suddenly unable to continue. She wanted to step back, out of reach of his undeniable magnetism. But instead, she was drawn closer. She needed to reach out and touch him, to gauge his reaction to the contact. She slowly raised her hand and smoothed her fingers along his jaw line, rough with the stubble of a day-old beard.

  “Every need within the law,” Darcy murmured.

  A soft groan rumbled in his chest and he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. An instant later, his mouth found hers and she lost herself in his kiss. Memories flooded back and the five years between them evaporated like lake mist on a sunny day.

  His tongue teased at her lips and she opened beneath the gentle assault. The taste of him warmed her blood and seeped into her soul. He tasted like…chocolate? She hadn’t remembered that, but it was pleasantly addictive, a taste she wanted to savor. Yes, it had been years, but it seemed as if they’d shared this same kiss not so very long ago at all.

  He pulled her tighter, drawing her thigh up along his leg until her skirt was bunched at her hip. His palm slid up until he cupped her backside. Wild sensations raced through her, sharp currents that electrified every nerve in her body until she trembled with need. This was how it had happened the first time, impulse had turned to action quickly and without a conscious thought.

  “That’s good,” he murmured, his breath hot against her lips, his fingers furrowed through her hair.

  “Good,” she replied weakly.

  “You satisfying my every need. Me satisfying yours.”

  A door behind her closed and the sound was like a shock to Darcy’s system. She jumped back, out of his embrace, then shoved her skirt down and combed her fingers through her hair. “I should go.” Darcy pressed her palms against her flushed cheeks.

  “It was nice meeting you, Miss Scott,” he said, before stealing another kiss. “I hope we’ll see much more of each other.”

  Darcy slowly backed away, unable to take her eyes off of him. She stood like a fool in the middle of the hall until he stepped back inside his room and closed the door. The moment the lock clicked shut, her knees almost buckled and she pressed her fingers to her lips. They were still damp.

  “What am I doing?” she murmured.

  She didn’t have an answer to the question, but that didn’t seem to matter. She wanted Kel Martin, beyond all reason. She wanted him to open the door, drag her back inside and thoroughly seduce her.

  “No, no, no,” she muttered to herself. “I’m supposed to be older and wiser.” Darcy knew precisely what would happen if she knocked on his door and, for a long moment, she contemplated doing just that. But in the end, she gathered her resolve, drew a deep breath and walked back to the elevator.

  Kel was exactly like chocolate. She might want to indulge now, to allow herself just one tiny taste. But Darcy was afraid that one little taste might lead to a week-long binge. And after that, she’d crave a steady diet of Kel Martin.

  KEL SLID onto a barstool and ordered a whiskey, then turned his attention to the basketball game on the television above the bar. He’d enjoyed a long, leisurely dinner in the hotel restaurant, hoping he’d run into Darcy again, but she hadn’t shown.

  It was obvious by the kiss they’d shared that she remembered him. He didn’t know much about Darcy Scott, but he knew she wasn’t the type to kiss a complete stranger just a few minutes after being introduced. He frowned. Or maybe she had kissed her fair share of strangers and he had been just one more on her list.

  He rubbed his palms together, recalling the feel of her silky hair slipping through his fingers. Everything he’d experienced today with Darcy seemed more intense, as though vividly colored with a desire that had been simmering for five years.

  “Thanks,” Kel said as the bartender set the tumbler in front of him. The bartender nodded, then walked down to the far end. Kel’s gaze followed and came to rest on Darcy. He hadn’t noticed her at first, hiding in the shadows.

  Their eyes met and he held his breath, a knot of anticipation tightening in his stomach. She had been waiting for him, knowing that he’d be looking for her. Still, Darcy’s expression was far from encouraging. She looked as if she might just bolt at any moment-or throw up.

  Kel took a sip of his whiskey, the liquor warming his blood and fortifying his courage. Hell, he could understand her nerves. When they’d encountered each other five years ago, neither one of them had worried about the consequences. It had been a one-night stand, pure and simple. But now, there seemed to be so much more at stake.

  He stood and strolled to the end of the bar, then sat down next to her. How was this supposed to go? Should he spend time on the preliminary flirting or did she expect him to get right to the business of seduction? “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked. A good start, but a bit of a cliché.

  “Champagne,” Darcy said.

  She’d ordered champagne that night. So this was how she wanted it to play out-exactly the way it had five years ago. “Are you celebrating?”

  Darcy laughed softly, as if pleased that he remembered the words he’d used the first time they’d met. “I don’t know. I can’t think of anything to celebrate.”

  “How about meeting me?” he asked. Geez, the line had sounded so slick five years ago, but now it was downright corny.

  She bit her lower lip, amused. “Does that line actually work on women?”

  “It used to,” he replied. Kel turned to the bartender. “Can I have a bottle of your best champagne and two glasses?” He directed his attention back to Darcy, his gaze skimming her face. Two tiny worry lines marred her forehead and her hands were folded in front of her on the bar, her fingers so tense her knuckles were white.

  When the bartender returned with the champagne, he poured them both a glass, then dropped the bottle into a silver bucket engraved with the Delaford logo.

  “So, tell me, what are you doing sitting all alone in this place?”

  “I’m not alone,” Darcy said, raising her glass. The crystal rang softly as she touched her champagne flute to his.

  Suddenly, Kel couldn
’t remember what came next. Had he asked her what she was doing in San Francisco? Or had they talked about their jobs? Damn, he’d replayed this so many times in his brain, but he’d always skipped over the incidental conversation and moved right to the interesting parts.

  But then, it really didn’t matter, did it? This little game they were playing was just a means to an end. “Would you like to get out of here?”

  Darcy stood up and grabbed her glass and started toward the door. Kel quickly signed his tab, then picked up the bottle of champagne and his glass in one hand.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” he muttered.

  He caught up to her just outside the bar, then walked silently beside her through the lobby and to the elevator. Desire coursed through his veins as he waited for the doors to open. When they did, Kel spread his hand across the small of her back and steered her inside. The moment the elevator door closed, he turned to her.

  “If you have any doubts, now’s the time to tell me. Before I start pushing any buttons here.”

  Without looking away, Darcy reached over and pressed the button for the third floor. But Kel couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss, lingering over her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers.

  The kiss sent a rush of warmth through his bloodstream and he felt himself growing hard. Darcy hooked her fingers in the waistband of his trousers and pulled his hips against hers, the heat of his erection pressed between. There was no doubt between them. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  The elevator doors opened and Kel tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her along with him, his mouth still clinging to hers. They stumbled toward his suite, champagne spilling from her glass as they moved. When they reached his suite, Kel dug in his pocket for his keycard. He pressed Darcy back against the door, his chin resting on her shoulder as he clumsily slipped the card in the lock.

  “Hell, I hate these things,” he muttered, unable to get the card to work. He dropped the bottle of champagne on the carpet and it fizzed as it spilled.