Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“You okay?” he asks me.
I blush, embarrassed. “Yeah, I’m good.”
I pull my hand away, but he puts his finger on my chin and pulls my face toward him. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Be embarrassed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
It amazes me that he knows exactly what I’m thinking without me having to say a word. “I bet you’re thinking that I’m more trouble than I’m worth at this point.”
He shakes his head. “You’re no trouble at all, Lilian. Actually, I liked being able to be here for you.”
Speechless, I watch as he unbuckles his seatbelt and stands up. “You coming, honey, or you want to hang here a little longer?”
I look out the window. “We landed?”
He chuckles. “Yep, we landed. Now let’s get you off this plane so you can see Vegas.”
We walk off the plane straight to a waiting car. As we ride down the road, Ford points out the window, giving me the breakdown on everything there is to see and do. There’s so much to look at, but I find myself watching Ford instead of the passing sights.
Ford
I fucked up. That’s what’s going through my head as I swipe the key at the hotel room. I should have gotten separate rooms instead of a suite. I mean, sure, the suite is huge. It’s two bedrooms that are separated by a kitchen and living room in between the bedrooms, but I don’t think that’s going to be enough. Just riding in the plane with her next to me was too much, and I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. How did I think I would be able to resist the temptation of being in the same hotel room all weekend?
Already I've touched her way more than I should have. I had to keep reminding myself that I’m her boss, but that didn’t stop me from holding her hand. Yeah, I told myself that I only did it so I could comfort her, but it’s a lie. The fact is that if she’s close to me, I want to touch her.
I open the door and hold it so she can pass through. She walks in, and I roll our bags behind us. “I hope this is okay, Lilian. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can have the suite and I can go downstairs to get another room.”
She’s walking around, and her mouth falls open. “What are you talking about, Ford? Geez, this is almost bigger than my whole house. There’s plenty of room here.”
I clear my throat and look around the big room. Yeah, it’s big, but I don’t think it’s big enough. “I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, that’s all.”
She walks past me toward the patio door, smiling at me over her shoulder. “Uncomfortable? In a five-star hotel with turn-down service, three restaurants, room service and… a pool!” she squeals as she gets the door open. She points over her shoulder. “Ford, we have a private balcony that leads to a rooftop pool… and there’s a hot tub.”
I walk up behind her and love seeing the excitement on her face. “So I guess you approve then?”
She walks onto the patio. “I wish I’d brought a bathing suit.”
I suck in a breath. Thinking of Lilian in a bathing suit is not going to help me at all. I jerk my eyes off her ass when she turns back to me. She’s shaking her head. “Forget that thought. We won’t have time to swim.”
The disappointment on her face has me commenting, “We can make time, and I’m sure they have bathing suits in the shop downstairs.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m sure they’re a fortune. Plus, we’re here to work.” She passes by me on the way back into the suite. Her body glides against mine, and I suck in a breath on contact.
“You okay?”
I nod, walking back into the room, holding my hands in front of me. That’s all I need is for her to see that I get a semi just from her rubbing against me. She’s going to think I’m some old perv or something. “We have two hours before dinner with the Ogles. What would you like to do until then? Rest, go see some of the sights, go to the casino? You name it.” Heck, anything to get out of these tight quarters. There’s no way I’m going to keep my hands to myself this weekend. I obviously didn’t think this through.
She reaches into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a twenty dollar bill. “I’ve never gambled before, and I budgeted twenty dollars just for that.”
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
She doesn’t budge, though. “Is dinner in the hotel?”
I nod.
She gestures to the dress pants and shirt I’m wearing and then toward her own jeans. “I’m going to go freshen up and change for dinner since we probably won’t come back up before then. I won’t be a minute.”