“Me too,” she whispers breathlessly.
“How about we go get settled and freshen up?” I offer.
With her hand in mine, I walk her through the hotel lobby. I don’t miss the way her eye catches on the details of the design, taking it all in.
I’m looking forward to seeing what her brilliant mind comes up with for this place. It’ll no doubt be the talk of the industry. She has no idea how much buzz is already going around about our renovations in New York.
Her career will soar after this.
As we ride the elevator up, Eva continues her inspection.
“Is my elevator ugly too?”
She stiffens and looks at me, eyes opened wide. “No, I’m sorry. I’m just taking it all in. My brain already has so many ideas. This place is amazing. I can’t believe I get to design it.”
I smile down at her, stuffing my hands in my pockets. “I’m the lucky one to have you as a designer.”
She rolls her eyes as the doors open. My hand finds her stomach, and I pull her back against me.
“Remember what happens when you roll those pretty green eyes at me.”
Before she can respond, I walk ahead of her and slide the card into the door. We have the entire floor to ourselves. Which means she can also scream her pretty little heart out all she wants when I fuck her, and no one can hear us.
She once said screaming during sex was over the top. But with me? She’s loud every damn time I make her come—and I live for it.
I open the door and motion for her to walk in first. Some of the penthouse was updated a decade ago. Finished with stainless steel appliances in the kitchen and new couches in the main sitting area.
She walks straight to the long set of French doors that expand across the entire length of the room with the balcony sitting behind them. I open one of the doors and lead her out. The iron tables are complemented with matching chairs and potted plants in the corners to add some greenery.
The view of the city is the real beauty. I don’t bother her as she gets her first real view of Paris. The limestone buildings are scattered about the city as the Eiffel Tower stands tall and proud in the center.
“Just wait until nighttime,” I offer as she studies the sights around us. “It’ll take your breath away.”
Her eyes find mine, soft and searching. “I wouldn’t think anything would take your breath away.”
A subtle breeze blows around us, whipping her hair in different directions. Neither of us moves.
“Not many things do,” I mutter, barely audible over the beat of my now-racing heart.
My throat bobs as words get caught.
I break the connection, looking back at the view. “We’ll have champagne out here tonight.”
“I can’t wait.” Her voice cracks nervously.
“Well, why don’t I show you around the place? Then we can get ready and get this evening started.”
I give her the tour of the penthouse. Matis, ever the gentleman, placed her luggage in the second bedroom.
“You don’t have to stay in this room. I was kind of thinking”—I pull nervously at the back of my neck— “if you wanted to stay with me …”
“Do you want me to stay with you?”
“I want you to do what you feel comfortable with …”
A quiet laugh slips from her lips. “And I want you to tell me youwantme to stay with you.”
My hands slide up to her cheeks, warm and teasing. “You’re trouble,” I whisper against her lips, then kiss her slow and smile for a moment. “Yes,” I continue as I pull away, “Iwantyou to stay with me, Eva.”