Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
My eyebrows went up. “It’s a bit early, don’t you think?”
He grinned quickly and poured a splash into my coffee. “It’s hazelnut syrup. Cathryn helped me find it in a store.”
Christ. That did something to me. I reached forward and took a tentative sip, and I felt the strong coffee mingling with a bit of hazelnutty sweetness.
“Good?” He cocked his head.
He looked so innocent. Sweeter than the syrup. Yet, undeniably sexy and far from harmless. Peyton wasn’t new in the world. He had to know of the effect he could have on others. On me.
“Better.” I took another sip and held his gaze. “I want you to kneel at my feet.”
“Wh…” He shut up and swallowed hard. Shock was evident in his expression.
I refused to backtrack. I wanted him to sit on the floor, right here, right now, between my legs. “Come.” I picked up the stack of papers on the table and left them on the couch next to me. Then I parted my legs a bit and waited patiently.
He rose from the couch with an unsteady breath.
I pushed the table forward once he’d stepped to the side, and I patted the edge of the cushion between my thighs. “Down here.”
He stepped over my leg and stared at the floor. “Um.”
“No ums. Sit, boy.”
He cursed under his breath and sank to the floor, folding his legs underneath him.
Desire pooled in my lower body. The sense of control slithered into my veins, a heady feeling I’d missed terribly. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“There we go.” I threaded my fingers through his soft hair and drew a deep breath. “Rest your head on my leg. Relax for a moment. Shut everything out.”
He needed a break. He was already tending to my needs professionally better than anyone had before, and I was a demanding bastard.
It took him some time to relax, understandably, but I witnessed the tension leaving him slowly but surely. He sank lower to the floor and rested his cheek on my leg, facing away from me, and I kept combing my fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp and rubbing his neck.
Letting the silence stretch between us, I picked up one of the reports and went back to work for a while. The guests at this hotel were satisfied with our staff’s service, and I was beginning to wonder if I could somehow orchestrate an exchange program. Say, send a team from our New York hotels out here and vice versa. Perhaps they could spend a few weeks learning how things worked at a different location.
I wanted Bennett Brooks’s opinion on the matter, because this should have some value in advertising as well. Everything was showcased on social media these days. An arena we had yet to join actively, other than providing customer support via Facebook and Twitter.
I’d have to set up a meeting with Three Dots, the agency where Bennett worked, and our in-house department.
Peyton shifted on the floor, and I lifted the papers to see him. He was turning around. He blinked sleepily and rested his other cheek on my leg, granting me a view of his beautiful face.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he mumbled with his eyes closed, “but don’t stop.”
I suppressed the rumble that emanated from my chest and rubbed his neck affectionately. “I have no intention of stopping, pet.”
He shivered violently and sighed in contentment.
Sweet boy.
I set down the reports and adjusted my cock.
Our location in Santa Rosa sat on the outskirts of the city and was geared toward wine country visitors. It’d been built to give the guests a vineyard feel, and the main building only had twenty rooms. The rest of the accommodations were made up of villas.
Mathis usually preferred to make his own reservations; he had friends all over the world and liked to meet up with them when he had time off. But here, he would stay with us. I’d picked a villa near the pool area for Julia’s sake, and the weather was on our side. It was going to be a warm weekend.
With one villa consisting of two suites, each with a terrace that had a view of the pool, it was no question that Julia and I would take one, and Mathis and Cathryn would share the other. The question was where Peyton would end up, and I had my hopes.
“Talk about the royal treatment.” Peyton carried a sleepy Julia into our suite and eyed the coffee table in the living room. There was champagne in an ice bucket, a chocolate assortment, and a tray with cheese and crackers. “Look at this, sweetheart. I think the animal crackers are for you.”
“Best part of traveling with the boss,” Mathis said, entering the bedroom to set down our luggage. “All the free stuff.”
“It’s not my charming personality?” I asked, amused.