Her eyes widen even more and she tightens her grip on me. “No!” she practically yells. “I want you to f**k me. I just, I don’t know, this is just a lot for me, I guess. I’m not used to crowds, and I’m not used to drop-dead gorgeous men making out with me in elevators, and I’m nervous, and I’m afraid of how much I like this.” She gives me a shy smile and adds,
“Of how much I like you.” “I own the hotel,” I tell her.
“What?”
“I don’t want any secrets between us. I own the hotel and several others around the city. I’m staying there to check up on the staff and make sure everything is running as it should. I don’t have anything that requires a date tonight. I have reservations at another hotel’s restaurant so I can scope out the new competition, but I do that kind of thing all the time, and
