I leave the room internally upset
that getting some time alone with him may not be possible. I excuse myself to
change into my night cloths. Travel sickness and the stress of living in a
hotel has always been bad but the butterflies in my stomach made everything
bearable.
Coming back to my own room, I
quickly changed into my night clothes. I was so divided whether I should go
into his room. Everyone from our team was sitting there planning for the big
project. I wanted to stay in my room long enough for him to call me back there
but the wait was excruciating. Even in my room I could hear everyone having a
good time. I made my way back to his room.
All four pairs of eyes turned to
me but three of those didn’t matter. I saw him sitting on the floor with his
glass of whiskey, tousled hair. He held my gaze such tenderness all I wanted to
do was rip his clothes off and make love to him.
The butterflies were almost
preparing to fly with me in carriage when he said my name: Amber. The sexy
raspy voice was the best suit for my name.
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