Well… I was right.
Not ten minutes later, they announced that our flight was officially cancelled. We were all put on a flight for tomorrow afternoon.
I’m going to need to see if I can find anything earlier because I need to get home to check on my mom. She has MS, and though she resists, she needs my help from time to time.
She’s reassured me over texts that she’s fine, but I just need to see with my own two eyes.
There’s nothing I can do about it tonight, though, so that’s a problem for tomorrow’s Grayson.
I turn to look at the stunning redhead beside me, whose name I realize I don’t even know. I try to contain my smirk as she glowers at me.
“So, I guess I win.”
Two green lasers drill into me for several heartbeats until a smile cracks across her face. “I guess you did,” she says with a shrug.
Suddenly feeling wary about our bet, I add, “You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. I’m sure I could find you a different room.” I grab my phone. “Or…”
Her delicate hand grips mine. Glancing up, I see her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
“I don’t want to go to a different room. I want to go with you.”
I search her eyes for any hint of hesitancy.None.Then,I glance at her still mostly full glass of wine on the bar.
She giggles quietly. “I didn’t even have half a glass, and no, I didn’t have any on the plane.”
I give her a curt nod.Decision made.I hold my hand out for her. “Ready then, love?”
She drags in a deep breath, then slides her hand into mine.
SIENNA
My back crashes into the elevator wall a breath before his lips slam into mine. Somewhere in the mess of wrapping our arms around each other in a desperate attempt to erase the space between us, both of our bags crash to the floor.
His rigid, muscular body against mine sends a delicious shiver through me. The feeling of his quickly hardening length pressing into me makes me even more eager for what I know is to come.
He’s easily a foot taller than me. You’d think his much larger frame caging me in against the wall would make me feel trapped, but it gives me a sense of comfort for some reason that I don’t care to dissect at the moment.
His tongue tangling with mine and his hands roaming over every inch of me is requiring all my attention.
The elevator jolts to a stop as a louddingsounds through the small space. He pulls away a fraction of an inch, his body still hovering right before me.
We both drag in several lungfuls of air. Neither of us makes a move to exit the elevator, trapped in this sort of trance.
Our explosive chemistry is holding us captive.
The doors start to close. One of his long arms reaches out to stop it. In one seamless movement, he sweeps both of our bags off the floor and grabs my hand.
“Come on, love,” he says, gently pulling me toward him.
I blink, trying to get my legs to function. The doors attempt to close again, pressing against his arm.
“Do you need me to carry you?” he asks with a devilishly sexy grin.
My spine straightens. “No.” I step toward him. “I’m fully capable of walking,” I murmur, following him out of the elevator.
“Independent, I see,” I say over his shoulder. “I like it.”
He isn’t wrong.I hate having people do anything for me. Asking for help is probably one of my biggest weaknesses, or at least that’s what my mom would say.
