by Alisha Rai
They’d gotten comfortable saying things like that. One day. Someday. Next time. Eventually. Nothing definite, of course, but vague indications of them being together at some point in the distant future.
Because they were good together. The sex was awesome.
Yes. It was perfect. She was so happy when she was with him.
Too happy.
She shook her head, trying to clear it of the treacherous thought. “We’ll see.”
“Fine, fine.” He casually did up his pants.
She took a deep breath. “Listen. You know how I said I wanted us to go to dinner tonight?” She was surprised he hadn’t immediately questioned that—even when they spent a week apart, let alone three, they were usually desperate enough to spend the first night in bed.
“Yes. I made reservations at Eduardo’s. That okay?” He bent to gather her clothes and handed them to her.
“Yes, that’s fine.” It didn’t matter where they went. Tatiana sat up. “Listen…”
His phone beeped, and he pulled it out, frowning at the screen. “Esme. She’s stalling the guy I’m supposed to be meeting.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll let you get out here and I’ll run. I’ll be home by six.”
That was when she realized the car had stopped. “Are we at the hotel? When did we get here? Oh my God.” She shoved her skirt down and put her bra on, hurried. “Sal could have opened the door.”
“Relax. It’s barely been a minute.” Wyatt flicked a piece of lint off his shoulder. “Besides, he knows not to just fling open the door. Guy drives around my VIPs. Do you have any idea what sort of depraved things they get up to? Yeah, no one does.”
She tried to put herself to rights. Wyatt handed over her bag, and then wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her in for a deep kiss. “Mmm,” he murmured against her lips. “Pamper yourself for the rest of the day. But don’t touch yourself. I want you crazy for cock by the time we’re done with dinner.”
She didn’t know if he’d be talking to her after dinner, but she gave him a weak smile. No time now to explain tonight’s surprise to him. When he came home. She’d have no choice, she’d have to tell him then. Completely blindsiding him might save them from an awkward conversation, but she didn’t want to do that.
She didn’t want to lose this, either.
“I may go shopping.”
“Good.” He pulled out his wallet casually and extracted a credit card.
She stared at the platinum piece of plastic, annoyance replacing some of her anxiety. “If you don’t want me to shove that card up your ass, you’ll put it away.”
He made an irritated sound. “You think too much when it comes to spending your money.”
“And you think I’ll think less if I’m spending someone else’s money?”
“Not someone else’s, my— Damn it.” His phone beeped again, and he scowled. “I have to go.”
“I’m going to buy something ridiculously expensive. With my money.” She settled her bag on her shoulder and reached for the door.
“That’ll show me.”
Tatiana threw him a scowl. “Quit being cute.”
“Impossible, sweetheart.”
About the Author
Alisha Rai has been enthralled with romance novels since she smuggled her first tattered Harlequin home from the library at the age of thirteen. A mild-mannered professional problem-solver by day, she pens sexy, emotional contemporaries and paranormals by night.
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Other Books By Alisha Rai
Night Whispers
Hot as Hades
Never Have I Ever
Veiled Seduction
Veiled Desire
Cabin Fever
Glutton for Pleasure
Coming Soon
Risk and Reward
