Page 11 of One Night Forever
I enter the room, take a deep breath, and rummage through my luggage, picking out the perfect dress for this evening. I grab everything I need and make my way into the bathroom where I start the shower.
A while later I hear the door to the suite open and I know that Tanner’s back. He must have got another key card from the front desk. I ignore the thrill that it sends down my body andfocus on getting ready. As the water rinses away the day's stress, I can't help but think about Tanner's words earlier. He's clearly enjoying my discomfort, and the idea that he'd planned this all along makes my blood boil. But there's also a part of me that's excited about the prospect of spending time alone with him.
I step out of the shower, wrap a towel around myself, and start getting ready for the night. I pick out a dress that hugs my curves, knowing it'll drive Tanner wild.
The moment I step out of the bathroom, I see Tanner standing there, a smirk on his face. He looks dashing in a black shirt, the top two buttons undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he’s wearing his black slacks, he’s gorgeous. "You look...amazing," he says, his eyes raking over me.
I cross my arms, trying to hide my own nerves. "Thank you,” I reply softly.
He takes a step towards me, and I can see the heat in his eyes. “You really do look phenomenal, baby,” he says low, his voice growly and heated. “Christ, I need to get you to dinner,” he says.
My brows knit together. “What, why?”
He turns, his gaze roaming over my body, he steps as close to me as he possibly can without touching me. “If I don’t,” he growls. “We’re not making it to dinner. You look so fucking beautiful, baby, so fucking beautiful, it’s hard to breathe. All I want to do is fuck you until everyone in this hotel can hear you scream my name out as you come so they’ll know who you belong to.”
I blink, surprised at his words. “Tanner,” I whimper, pressing my legs together.
“Yeah,” he says thickly. “That’s about what I feel, Bella, now, you have a choice, I can take you out for dinner, or I can fuck you. You have a choice.”
I swipe my tongue along my lips, both sound amazing, but only one is the correct choice, the smart choice. “Dinner,” I tell him as I step away from him.
He’s my boss. I need to remember that because if I don’t, things could go very, very wrong for us both. I don’t want to lose my job and I know if we push forward with the feelings we both have, that’s what could end up happening.
CHAPTER 6
Tanner
I'm trying my hardest to be a gentleman. I truly am, but it's impossible. Arabella looks gorgeous, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes bright with happiness as she eats dessert.
The fucking waiter comes over to the table, he’s been interrupting us every few minutes and it’s pissing me the fuck off.
"Is everything okay, here?" he asks, and Arabella looks up with surprise at his words. Her spoon halfway to her lips.
"We're fine," I grit out, forcing a smile that doesn't reach my eyes. The prick has been hovering around like a vulture all night, always watching Arabella.
Arabella’s brows knit together. "What’s wrong?” she asks. “He's just doing his job."
"I know," I reply tersely. “But he doesn’t have to sleaze over you all night. I am right fucking here,” I snarl.
"Are you jealous?" she asks with wide eyes. “You’re my boss, Tanner.”
My jaw clenches. “Yeah, I am, I’m also the man that’s been so deep inside of you that I can taste you. It’s fucked up, baby, but I don’t want any other man looking at you.”
Arabella's cheeks flare with heat. "You have no right to be jealous, Tanner," she murmurs, spoon dropping back into her desert.
"But I do," I insist, leaning forward and feeling my heart pound in my chest. "You gave me that right when you sighed and whispered my name while my cock was deep inside of that magnificent pussy."
Her face is a mixture of surprise and desire. She wants me, that much is true, but she’s holding herself back from me. I want to knock down every single one of her walls.
"Let's not do this here," she says softly, glancing around nervously.
I’m done being polite. Done pretending that what we had was just an office fling.
"I've been playing nice all night, baby." I lean back in my chair and take a sip of my drink, my gaze never leaving hers. "I think it’s about fucking time someone knew that you're mine."
Her blush deepens at the possessive growl in my words. She looks down at her hands and mutters something under her breath, too low for me to catch.
"What was that?" I ask, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.
