“Your house. Now. I’m the most sexually frustrated person on the face of the planet,” she says.
I blow out a breath, happy she agreed to come home with me. I never thought about how she was feeling sexually. I’ve been neglecting her because I don’t trust myself. It’s one thing for me to have perma-blue balls, but I need to please Windsor. I feel like a complete dickhead. I’ll have to remedy that the second we get out of this hotel room. It’s making me jumpy now that we’re back by the bed.
And with her wearing my shirt that falls to her knees she’s like a walking wet dream. Her eyes linger on me while she waits for me to respond. My cock is still hard and standing at attention like it has been since the second I walked into the hotel. It’s like Pavlov’s fucking dogs. It knows what these rooms mean.
“How’s Gretchen’s handiwork?” I ask. I can’t keep the smile off my face at her mortified expression.
“Why don’t you come check it out for yourself?” Zing. I feel like a weak pussy for not being able to take her up on the offer right this second.
“Let’s go. I’ll get up close and personal with it,” I look at my watch, “in one hour and fifteen minutes. Follow me back?” I ask. I hate that she can’t ride with me, but we can’t leave her car and honestly, staying here with that asshole here isn’t even an option.
When I saw them in the hallway, I knew it was Nash. I looked him up after the first time she mentioned she had a cheating fiancé. I know where he lives. I know he works in her office building. I also know his social security number and that he leaves his house every day at 8:25 a.m. I won’t tell Windsor any of that though.
“Turn around,” she mumbles. “I’m going to take off your shirt. If I look at you for another second looking like you do, I’m going to slam you down on that bed and have my wicked way with you, issues or not.”
I laugh, but a fucking pit forms in my stomach. She said I have issues. I guess I do. I definitely do not want to see her naked in this room. The fact she knows, and is trying to prevent it, makes me happy and fucking angry. I turn around and fold my arms behind my head. The whole situation is hot and incredibly unfair at the same time.
“Change,” I order. “I guess I should have asked if you need to stay here for this conference first. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do…do you?”
My black shirt lands on the bed in front of me. “They can’t pay me enough to stay here with him,” she says, stopping mid-sentence. “I’ll call my boss when I get in the car. She’ll understand. Maybe I can make it to the office later today, too,” she says.
“Or maybe you won’t,” I say, shrugging on my shirt and turning around. She has her suitcase in her hand, ready to go. Her face is still a little red and her hair is all fuck-me-now. Very deliberately she skates her gaze down my body and back up. God damn, it does things to me I never knew one look could do.
“You’re right. I probably won’t,” she whispers. I grab her suitcase from her, because I will be keeping it with me for collateral. She doesn’t object. Grabbing my free hand in hers, she hugs herself to my side, like it’s where she’s always been. When we arrive in the lobby there are way too many people standing around. It makes me nervous. I glance at the exit out of habit.
Windsor tenses beside me. The guy from her office notices us and actually has enough balls to approach. “I’m sorry, Windsor,” Garrett says, looking directly at me. “I guess I didn’t realize how upset you’d be if Nash was here at the same time. It’s been what? Two years?” he asks, and it pisses me off for a few different reasons, but I want to see how Windsor handles this without me interfering.
“It’s fine, Garrett. You did me a favor. I never asked anyone to walk on eggshells about Nash with me. They did it all on their own. So whatever, thanks,” she says. “I am taking off with my boyfriend now, though. I’ll check in at the office.”
I think my chest rose a few feet the second she called me her boyfriend. I grin at asshole Garth, because now I know he’s the reason Nash and Windsor were here together. He’s on my growing shit list. I’m just glad he hasn’t ran into the Nashhole yet. I scan the room one more time.
“Yeah sure, of course,” Garth says. “Mr. Hart.” He nods at me and walks off. Windsor laughs, causing me to chuckle.
“Mr. Hart is my father. Doesn’t he know that?”
She basically drags me out of the building without saying another word. I walk her to her car, because I know exactly where it’s parked. I parked mine right next to it. “So…” I start to say, but Windsor cuts me off with a wave of her hand.
She twists the front of my shirt in her hand and brings me to her. “I guess you forgot how badly I want you. No more talking. Your house. Now. I’ll follow you there,” she tells me, releasing me and grabbing the handle of her door. On a second thought, she goes up on her tiptoes to kiss me.
Her words have had their intended effect. My adrenaline is spiking through the roof with the anticipation. I lean down and kiss her. She smells like a flowery perfume and me. This kiss is all tongues and teeth and promise.
“Fuck, Win. Drive,” I command. I gently push her away from me, because the image of fucking her in my back seat pops in my mind. That might even be worse than having sex with her in a hotel room. She doesn’t even say goodbye. She gets in her car, starts the engine and fucking tailgates me all the way to my house.
I pull into my driveway and punch the code into the gate box. I watch her follow me in the rearview mirror. She is looking around, like all chicks do when they’re supposed to be driving.
My house comes into view and I watch her blue eyes widen when she sees it. I wish I could be with her, to know exactly what she’s muttering to herself in this moment, but I’m not so I settle for facial expressions. Facial expressions tell a lot about a person. If you’re good enough, like I am, you can tell when someone is lying to you. With someone as honest as Windsor, I don’t have to use any of my talents. It’s almost a relief. I park my car behind one of the four garage bays and she pulls up next to me. I hop out as quickly as I can to open her car door before she can.
“I should thank you for that one really awkward time when you came into my office trying to get a date,” she says before she exits her car. That was over a month ago, but I still cringe at the memory.
I scrunch my brows together. “Why is that?”
“Because if you didn’t flaunt your money in my face that day, I wouldn’t have expected this.” She gestures to my house, which is larger than average, sure, but nothing that fucking special. Nothing like my parents wanted for me. I’m happy here, though. “And then I would have been flabbergasted, or weird. Because I knew to expect something like this I don’t have to go through those emotions,” she explains. I laugh.
“I’m glad my asshole could be of service to you. Weird wouldn’t be good, would it?”
She shuts her eyes and shakes her head. She takes my offered hand and we walk up the paved walkway to the front door. I unlock the door and hold it open. I throw my hands forward, ushering her in first. Windsor looks at me and smiles an impossibly beautiful smile, and then she walks into my world. And I never remember being so happy.
She slips off her shoes before I take off mine. Her bare feet make a soft noise as she wanders over to the sofas in the living room. She doesn’t sit down. No, she drags a few fingers over the leather, just touching it. I follow behind her, my hands behind my back to control the trembling. It’s the opposite of the trembling from earlier. Now that she’s here in my space, I want her so fiercely that my body is taking over.
