It dawns on me that I never texted Drew to let him know I wasn’t going to be able to make it after all.
“Shit,” I say to myself.
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot to text Drew to tell him I wasn’t going to be there. I feel kind of awful, flaking at the last minute.”
He disappears from my room, making me wonder if he doesn’t even like me talking about Drew. But not even a minute later, he is back in my room, holding my phone. He places it on the bed in between us as he lies back down.
“Tell him it’s my fault. I kept you late working on some details for phase two.”
I grab my phone and open up my last text to him.
“I’m sorry I’m such a jealous asshole. I shouldn’t have put you in this position.”
He’s lying on his side now with a look of guilt.
“Are you going to freak out every time you see me talking to him?” I ask as I fire off a text to Drew, then place my phone off to the side.
I lie down on my side, facing him as I wait for his response. He seems to take a moment to think about his answer.
“I can’t explain what it is that comes over me when I see him laughing with you. It’s not something I’ve ever felt before.”
“You’ve never been jealous before?” I ask curiously.
“Jealous, yes, but not of a woman.”
“What has made you jealous?”
He grabs my hand and starts to draw circles on it with his fingers. Goosebumps break out all over me, but I try to focus on him.
“Let’s see. Most recently, I’d say I’ve been jealous of my competitor and the success he’s had at his hotel.”
“Makes sense. But you’ll soon be stealing that success from him now that you’ve hired the most talented designer there is.”
He chuckles softly. “Love the modesty … but you’re right. I did hire the most talented designer I’ve ever met, and that’s the truth.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Bertini,” I say smoothly, though nothing is as flattering as knowing I’m the only woman who has ever made him jealous.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I wake up to a hand on my stomach. I’m startled for a second until the night I spent with Roman starts to come back to me.
We ordered in food and watched a movie in my bed. I’m not sure what time it was when I got ready for bed, noticing he made no move to go back to his place. I secretly wanted him to stay but would never have asked. I’m still not sure what this is between us.
I glance over at him. His eyes are shut, and his breathing is slow. He doesn’t look like the powerful CEO when he’s asleep.
His hand moves a couple of inches lower on my stomach, but he doesn’t appear to be awake. I feel wetness pooling between my legs, just knowing his fingers are so close to it. It’s automatic with this man. I know the skills he has and what he can do with those fingers. It’s impossible not to be aroused when they’re so close.
To my surprise, his fingers move lower until they land on my clit.
I gasp and look over at him in the dark; there’s just enough light to see him smile with his eyes still closed.
“You’re sneaky …” I whisper.
“Mmm,” he groans. “You’re already wet for me.”
His fingers dip down to my entrance, then move back up to my clit, which is now wet. He rubs slow, lazy circles that drive me crazy with need. My hips move on their own, trying to push for more.
He chuckles. “Patience. I’ll let you come when I’m good and ready.”