Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Zach, I—”
“Please, Millie. I can’t stop thinking about you. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she whispered.
“We’re not hurting anyone. No one will know. We’ll just blend in with the crowd in Manhattan. Or hide out in my hotel room. I don’t care—I just want to see you again.”
“What days will you be there?”
“I leave tomorrow and I’ll be there until Friday. Even if you can only come out there for one night. I’ll buy your ticket. Whatever it takes. Just come.”
She was silent for a moment. “Okay,” she said. “Okay, I’ll come.”
On Monday evening, I heard a knock on my hotel room door. I knew it was Millie because she’d texted me to let me know she’d arrived just minutes ago. But the knock surprised me because I’d left her name at the front desk and instructed them to give her a key.
My pulse quickened as I went to the door and pulled it open. But that was nothing compared to what my heart did when I saw her standing there in the hall.
“Hi,” she whispered with a shy smile.
“Get in here.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room, and it was almost like our first night together all over again. Our bodies came together, mouths seeking, hands clutching. She dropped her bag and I kicked the door shut. Within minutes, clothes were flying and we tumbled onto the mattress. And with only slightly more patience and finesse than I’d managed to have on her living room floor, I indulged in her body like I’d been dreaming about every night since we’d been apart. I couldn’t believe it had only been a week.
When it was over, I rolled to my back, and we lay panting on top of the comforter, side by side. Somehow my left hand found her right, and I wrapped my fingers around hers. “God, I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too.” Her head turned toward me. “I almost didn’t get on the plane.”
I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Why?”
“I lied to my sisters. I never do that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She smiled. “It’s so good to see you. And be with you. I’m not going to think about anything else.”
“Good. Hey, didn’t they give you a key down there?”
“Yes. I just didn’t feel right using it.”
I laughed, turning onto my side. “Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Her grin was shy and adorable. “It’s your room.”
“It’s our room.” I pressed my lips to hers. “And for the next two nights, I’m only leaving it when I absolutely have to.”
“I wish I had more time. But I have to be back Wednesday afternoon.”
“It’s fine. We’ll make very good use of the time we’ve got.”
We ordered room service and watched Antiques Roadshow while we waited for it to be delivered. Sitting there with her, wearing thick hotel robes, my back propped against the headboard, her back resting against my chest, our bare feet crossed at the ankles side by side . . . I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so at ease with someone. Or with myself.
“Ooooh look at that necklace,” Millie said dreamily.
I studied the necklace on the screen and listened to what the appraiser was saying about it.
“This is a fourteen karat white gold vintage lavaliere-style diamond pendant from the 1920s,” he told the woman who’d inherited it from her aunt. “The pendant is in beautiful condition, only slightly worn, with an intricate Art Deco filigree design.”
“I love Art Deco jewelry,” she said with a sigh. “So pretty.”
“It would look gorgeous on you,” I told her.
Turns out, the thing was worth over a grand, which made Millie laugh. “Guess I’ll have to sell some wedding gowns first.”
After we ate, she wandered into the huge marble bathroom and started filling the tub. “I’m going to take a bath. Want to join me?” she called over the running water.
“Yes,” I said, jumping off the bed. From the bathroom doorway, I watched her slip out of her robe and hang it on a hook.
“Even this bathroom is amazing,” she said, slipping into the water. “Who the heck is your client?”
“Can’t tell you.” I ditched my robe on the tiled floor and got into the tub behind her. Wrapping my arms around her, I filled my hands with her breasts. “I mean I could, but then I’d have to kill you, and I’m really enjoying your company at the moment.”
She laughed. “Gee, thanks.”
“So where does your family think you are?”
“Here,” she said. “I told them I was flying to New York. I made up some meetings with a couple designers.”
I could hear the guilt in her voice. “Do you feel bad about that?”
“Kind of. But I keep telling myself this isn’t anyone’s business but ours. And we aren’t hurting anyone. And we’re being careful not to get caught.”