I open the note and start reading.
How do you feel about kidnapping? Friday is too far away.
From anyone else, that might be a little scary, but Travis has a dark sense of humor. If I were open to dating, I think I might have fallen in love with him already. The flowers, the romantic dates, the banter, and blistering glances that promise things he most definitely can follow through on.
His body.Whew!
Even his style and swagger. Because he does have swagger, and I felt those buns—they are delicious. And it goes without saying, the chemistry between us is dizzying.
Sometimes I find myself drifting off into a dreamlike state, almost forgetting to breathe. Then I suck in air, shuddering at the lust that blasts through me.
That’s without Travis even being in the room.
Spending a whole weekend with him is going to be thrilling, sensual, and exciting.
What it won’t be is boring.
I just need to keep my mind focused on this being the last time we spend together and remind myself it’s not a relationship and neither of us wants that.
That I should use this time to talk to him about Terrance Taylor and find out what else he can tell me. With prodding, people can remember all kinds of things.
Especially in light of the fact that Scott and I have been unable to find anything about Terrance since he was a young boy.
It’s very strange.
Sure, some celebrity kids lock their private lives down pretty tight, but this is like the kid—now an adult—fell off the edge of the earth.
“Do you think he changed his name?” Milly asked. “A few of them do that.”
“Look into it.” I told Scott tonight as I left the office. “If this intel is right, he might be estranged from his father.”
“That makes sense.” Scott nodded and headed back to his office.
My instinct says Travis knows more. So, while the sexy billionaire and I spend a debaucherous weekend together, I intend to gather as many details as I can from him.
Hey, I’m a journalist—it’s what we do. I’m not going to just accept the breadcrumbs he dropped.
Surely he’s expecting that.
Luna rubs up against my leg and then stretches up, treating me like a tree.
“Hello, baby girl. Hungry?”
Meow.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, remember Aunt Katie from next door is taking care of you this weekend. She’ll give you a brush, turn on the TV during the day, and feed you.”
Meow, meow.
“I thought the same thing. Glad we’re in agreement,” I say, pouring food in her bowl, giving her a smooch, and then leaving her to chow down.
With the note still in my hand, I climb onto one of the bar stools and read the rest of it.
Itinerary and wardrobe instructions: Picking you up Friday after work, pack your passport and for the cold, but bring your bikini. T x
Well, that’s damn confusing. I pull my phone out of my purse and call him.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Travis rasps. The sound of his gravelly voice glides through me and percolates at my sex. I wriggle on the stool, glad that he can’t see me.
