Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I answered without hesitation. “The Silver Suite.”
This time, the employee sputtered but quickly got herself together and chirped, “Yes, sir.”
“Also, give her a one-thousand-dollar credit for the casino.”
“Of course. Will that be all, Mr. Lennox?”
“Text me her name,” I reminded her and hung up.
I watched and waited for her turn at the counter, and when she finally stepped up to it, I switched my focus to my cell phone. It only took a minute before it pinged with the alert of a text message.
Autumn Rhodes.
Even her name was fucking sexy. This time when I picked up my desk phone, I dialed Knox.
“Dawson.”
“I need a dossier put together,” I informed him without preamble.
“What’s his name?”
“Her,” I corrected.
“Her?” he echoed, his tone colored with curiosity. “Card counter?” he guessed.
“No, just a guest at the hotel.” I didn’t give any more of an explanation. He’d grill me about it later anyway. “Autumn Rhodes.”
“Consider it done.” There was a pause, as though he had something more to say but decided against it.
“Call me when you have it.” I returned the receiver to the cradle and leaned closer to my monitor, hoping to catch a better glimpse of Autumn when she turned around.
While I waited, I enjoyed the view from behind. Her back was slender, and her hips flared out from a petite waist. The fingers of one hand itched to wrap themselves around a hip as the other delved into her curls and pulled her head back. I wanted to grind my hardness into that lush, round ass before leaving my handprint on each cheek in a sign of ownership.
My naughty dreams were interrupted when she pivoted around and I got my first full look at the front of her. My cock was practically made of stone at this point, but when I saw her puffy, pink lips, he began to weep at the thought of having them wrapped around him. I knew it would be an unforgettable sight.
I could tell her eyes were big and expressive, her nose straight, and there was a deep dimple in each of her cheeks. Her tits were high and plump, and I knew without even touching them, that they would fit perfectly in my hands. Without the distraction of her ass, my eyes swept over the rest of her, down to long legs with thick thighs, cute little feet that were currently rocking at least four-inch heels. I vowed to feel those heels digging into my ass while I fucked her before her weekend was over.
My eyes were glued to her until she disappeared into the elevator. I hated having her out of my sight. The profound sense of urgency to see her and make sure she was okay crawled over my skin.
I fought every instinct to make my way to the Silver Suite, the only other room on the Penthouse level, where I lived. I needed to get control of myself and find a way to meet her in an organic way. Otherwise, I might come on too strong and reveal the truth she wasn’t ready for. It seemed Autumn Rhodes had quickly become my obsession.
2
Autumn
I’d been more than a little irritated when the hotel employee at the check-in desk had told me that my reservation had somehow been lost. Traveling, even the small distance between Los Angeles and Las Vegas, always left me feeling a little discombobulated. When you added in the fact that this trip was for business and not pleasure, it was easy to understand why I’d already been feeling off kilter. All I wanted was to get up to my room, kick off my heels, get out of the clothes I’d worn for the flight, take a hot shower, and hit up the slot machines so I could get my promise to my best friend out of the way.
No room meant I couldn’t do any of that because I’d be stuck trying to find one in a different hotel, which would’ve majorly sucked since the conference I was in town to attend was being held at the Lennox. It was why I’d booked it in the first place.
But my irritation had quickly turned to appreciation when the woman had explained that they’d upgraded me to their best suite to make up for their mistake. I’d figured it was a scripted response they used for any hotel guest who’d been inconvenienced and that I’d been moved to a room with maybe a small living area to make it a suite.
The first indication I’d been wrong was the thousand-dollar credit they’d given me to go along with the upgrade. It was more than the total cost of my room for the entire weekend. Then there was the fact that I’d had to insert my key card into the elevator in order to get it to go up to the penthouse level, where my room was apparently one of two on the entire floor. But neither of those warning signs had prepared me for the magnificence of the Silver Suite.