It must be working, because Belinda has barely given me a glance today. She must be convinced that Henry would rather fire me than sleep with me.
But everything has changed.
“We have everything under control. The Wolf men just need to show up, smile, and look sharp, and everything will go smoothly,” she purrs.
I’m going to meet Henry’s father. I wonder what he’s like in person.
“Great,” Henry murmurs, checking his watch.
“What time is the photography session this afternoon, again?” Belinda asks Henry, though her raised brow is directed at me.
“Uh...” I frown, pulling out my calendar. Photography session?
“You got my message, didn’t you? I sent it at seven this morning.”
At seven this morning I was splayed out on Henry’s desk with his face between my legs. I swallow, struggling to keep my cheeks from flaming. “I don’t know how I missed it.”
“World Hotel is here to do a spread on Mr. Wolf this afternoon and you missed my message?” She glances at her watch. “It’s already noon!”
“Enough. What is this about?” Henry asks irritably.
“They want three hours of your time to take some pictures around the hotel and out in the Alaskan wild at one o’clock this afternoon,” I explain, reading out the top line of Belinda’s e-mail for the first time. Somehow I skipped over it. “For a feature as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world.” I keep my expression smooth, hiding my disdain.
“Three hours?” he mutters, and I know this isn’t an act; he’s truly annoyed. “I don’t have three hours.”
“You’ll have to make it. It’s important for business,” Belinda admonishes.
“How is me being a bachelor important for the hotel?”
“Because everyone reads those kinds of articles.”
“Why is this so last-minute?”
“Because an opportunity came up and I made the executive decision as the hotel manager to take it!” I can’t believe she has the nerve to speak to him like that.
He shakes his head. “Wardrobe changes and all, I’m guessing?”
“They asked for three, including a suit. We have an hour. It’s okay, we can make this work,” I pipe in. I feel like such an ass for missing this email.
“Fuck, I hate these things.” He begins to pace. “I never know what to wear.”
“Don’t worry. I know how to dress you,” Belinda offers, and jealousy spikes deep within me.
He’s punching something into his phone as he talks. “You’re my hotel manager. You need to be here. That’s why I have Abbi.”
“Abbi.” Belinda gives him an “are you serious” glare.
“She’s done a good enough job so far.”
I’d like to shoot Belinda a snooty glare, but I settle on keeping my head down and hiding my smug smile of satisfaction.
She heaves a frustrated sigh. “Fine. I need you for a few more minutes and then you should go...”
Belinda’s words drift into the background as my phone vibrates in my hand. I check it to see a text from Henry.
You wouldn’t mind undressing me and helping me choose a few things to wear, right?
My heart begins to race. I press my lips together to keep from smiling, as I type in:
If I must, though it is a chore.
Are we already at the playful texting stage? This is moving fast. But I guess that’s what happens when you’re confined to a remote hotel in the Alaskan wilderness and acting out on primitive needs. That’s all we’re doing, I remind myself. I can’t let my dreams get painted with jet-setting and a trip down the aisle. Or even a real relationship.
Henry is responding to something else Belinda asked as he types, his tone all business.
Another message comes through.
I can still taste you coming in my mouth.
My notebook and iPad slip from my suddenly shaky grasp and land on the floor, earning Belinda’s annoyed glare. Mouthing an “I’m sorry,” I dare a glance Henry’s way.
His steely mask is firmly in place, as usual. “Is there anything else, Belinda? Because I have to go smile for three hours in front of a camera, thanks to you.”
She clears her throat. “That’s all for now. Abbi, I hope you at least remembered to have his tux ready?”
There’s that tone again. I could let it bother me, but I don’t because I’m the one who gets to dress—and undress—Henry. “Yup.” I let my gaze skate over his strong stature. That man in a tux...
Belinda leads the way and I follow, sensing the ghost of warm fingertips at the small of my back.
~ ~ ~ ~
“The Tom Ford.”
I grab the suit off the hook and lay it out on the bed, hollering, “How about the gold tie?”
“Sure.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I watch him drag the razor over the curve of his jaw. He’s fresh from yet another shower and wrapped in a towel, and the sight is making my pulse pump hard in my veins. But the playful text from earlier seems to have slipped from his mind. He’s all business now.
“Where else do they want to go?”
I scan the forwarded e-mail. “It says ‘maybe a few on the docks with the planes, a quick trip around the cove on his private boat, and, if possible, some wilderness’.”
“No wardrobe requirements?”
“‘More casual’ is all it says. So...” My mouth twists with thought as my fingers push through the various items hanging in his closet. All expensive, designer, high-thread-count clothing. He looked hot that day in the woods, cutting wood. And the day I watched him get off the plane. He could make a pair of sweatpants look sexy, to be honest.
I pull out a pair of dark blue jeans and black crew-neck sweater, along with a yellow-and-black checkered coat, similar to the red one he normally wears. I finish it off with his beanie.
He sidles up beside me with a smirk. “You want me to dress as a lumberjack?”
“I don’t know.” I giggle nervously, collecting the jacket to put it back on the hook. “You should have had Belinda do this for you. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
He seizes my wrist before I can take two steps. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Discount yourself so easily.” He pulls the coat from my grasp and tosses it onto the bed. “I like confident women, and I think that beneath all this insecurity, there is a strong, self-assured woman.” Leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the side of my neck, he adds in a murmur, “And I can’t wait until you let me see her.”
A few orgasms and mind-blowing sex has definitely helped us get more comfortable around each other quickly.
I reach for his chest, my fingers gliding over still-damp but hot skin, memorizing the grooves and curves and ripples, all the way down to his towel. My hand just manages to cover the hard outline of his cock when he seizes it in his. His fingers squeeze and mold over himself, wrapping my hand over his girth.
“We don’t have enough time for what I want to do to you.” His whisper is pained.
I honestly don’t think I could handle any more sex right now; my body still feels thoroughly used from this morning. It’s a wonderful feeling though, knowing that Henry was there. Going about my day still feeling him there.
“We have fifteen minutes. Let me do what I want to do to you.” My fingers dip into the fold of the towel, pulling it apart until it falls to the ground and I have Henry standing naked in front of me again. I haven’t stopped thinking about the blow job I gave him yesterday. How much I enjoyed it, how much I wanted to do it again. Do it better.
His eyes burn as he watches me sit on the edge of the bed. I pull him toward me with my hands on his hips, face-to-face with his cock, swollen and glistening at the tip. My mouth waters. Just knowing that I’ve caused that reaction is enough to make me grow wet. I’m never not wet around Henry anymore, though.