“It was more than just sex, Lorelei.” The corners of his mouth curved up.

“No. It wasn’t.”

“Yes. It was.”

I took in a sharp inhalation. “Then why don’t you enlighten me on how it was more than just sex.”

“I know for a fact you can’t stop thinking about that night. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me. You want more and so do I.”

Oh my God, he was so full of himself. I sat there in shock at his words.

“You’re a player, Jack. You have girls lining up at the door who want to have sex with you.”

“True. But I want more sex with you.” He smiled.

“Why?” I cocked my head.

“Because there’s something about you, Lorelei.” His phone rang and he reached in his pocket. “I need to take this. I’ll be right back.”

I slumped in my chair. He was right. I did want more sex with him, but it was too dangerous. Dangerous in the fact that I hadn’t told him about Hope and I was afraid of his reaction when he found out. I was scared for my job. A job that I really liked. I was falling for Jack Sutton more and more every day, even though I fought like hell not to.

“Okay, now back to talking about having sex.” He reached across the table and took hold of my hand, rubbing his thumb softly against my skin. “Like I said, there’s something about you that intrigues me. You’re different and I think more sex is necessary. Let’s just say you’ve gotten under my skin, Lorelei.”

“And you’ve gotten under my skin, Jack. But not in a good way.” I smiled.

“You go right ahead and keep denying it. Since your friend, Stella, is coming over tonight, I’m going to let you get off work at three o’clock today. When you leave the office, I want you to go to the Trump Hotel and get the key to my room. Wait for me and I’ll be there shortly after you arrive.”

“You have a room at the Trump?”

“Not yet. But I will in a few minutes.” He winked.

Damn it! My body was spinning out of control with sexual desire and I wanted him. I tried everything to resist. My heart was screaming at me from the inside to stop, but my body was screaming to go…go…go.

“So let me get this straight. You’re letting me leave work two hours early so we can have sex?”

“Yes,” he replied with a smirk.

This was against my better judgement, but the way his hand was holding mine drove me crazy. I already knew what his hands were capable of and I wanted them all over me.

“Okay. I’ll be waiting for you at the Trump.”

“I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Looking at my watch, lunch was over.

“I need to get back. Are you coming?” I asked.

“I’ll meet you at the office. I have a couple things I need to do before I go back.” He removed his hand from mine.

****

Jack

Lorelei left the café and I dialed Trump International Hotel.

“Good afternoon, thank you for calling Trump International Hotel. This is Natasha. How may I help you?”

“Good afternoon, Natasha. This is Jack Sutton. Is your Executive Parkview Suite available right now?”

“Let me check for you, Mr. Sutton. Yes. That room is available.”

“Excellent. I want to book that for the rest of the day. Also, please have chocolate-dipped strawberries and a bottle of your best champagne in the room.”

“Certainly, sir. When will you be checking in?”

“Check me in now. You have my credit card on file. A woman named Lorelei Flynn will be arriving shortly after three o’clock.”

“We look forward to your visit, Mr. Sutton.”

“Thank you.” Click.

Walking out of the café, I climbed into the limo and told Tony to take me to Victoria’s Secret.

“Jack?” He arched his brow as he looked back at me.

I sighed. “Just take me there. I need to pick something out for Lorelei.”

“You’ve never stepped foot into Victoria’s Secret.” He smirked.

“I know I haven’t,” I spoke with irritation.

“Miss Lorelei must be something pretty special.”

“That she is, Tony. That she is.”

He pulled up to the curb and I climbed out. When I walked into the store, blinded by sexy lingerie, a woman named Ashley walked up to me.

“Hello. Is there something I can help you find?”

I cleared my throat as I could feel the embarrassment take over me. “I’m looking for some lingerie.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” She smiled. “Would this be for your wife?”

“No. I’m not married.”

“Oh, your girlfriend, then.”

“No. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s my personal assistant.” Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.

“Oh,” she spoke as she looked down. Now she was the one who was embarrassed.

“Listen, I need something sexy for her to wear while with me. If you know what I mean.”

“Of course. Follow me.”

She led me to the section where they displayed baby-doll nighties. All I wanted was to get the hell out of the store before I embarrassed myself even further.

“Are you looking for a specific color?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

She pulled a nightie from the rack and held it up. “This is our new Very Sexy Chantilly Lace baby-doll. We just got these in a few days ago. As you can see, it’s very sheer with revealing cutouts and traces of lace.”

“Perfect. I’ll take it.”

“This particular one comes in six colors. Which color would you prefer?”

“I don’t know. What color is that you’re holding up?”

“This is called Bare All.”

“I can see why it’s named that. That color is fine.”

“Great. We do have a matching V-string panty. Would you like that as well?”

“Umm. Yes. That would be great.”

“What size in the baby-doll and panty?” she asked.

“Small.”

“Excellent. Will that be all?”

“Yes.”

I followed her to the register and handed the cashier my credit card.

“I would like that boxed up and delivered over to the Trump Hotel as soon as possible.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t deliver.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Just box it up and hand it to me. I’ll deliver it myself.”

When I climbed into the limo, Tony started to laugh.

“Did you have fun in there, Jack?”

“So humiliating. Take me to the Trump before heading back to the office.”

Tony pulled up to the Trump and I climbed out with the Victoria’s Secret box in my hand.

“May I have the key to my room? In fact, give me two keys.”

“Certainly, Mr. Sutton. Enjoy your stay and welcome back.”

“Thank you. I intend to.” I winked.

As soon as I entered the suite, I set the box on the bed in the bedroom and took a piece of paper from the desk.

Lorelei,

A little something for you to put on before I get here.

Jack

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lorelei

Stepping into the Trump Hotel, I took the elevator up to the suite that Jack had reserved. Nerves settled inside me as I opened the door and stepped inside. I felt like a prostitute and I couldn’t believe that I had agreed to this. After I left the office, I phoned my mom to let her know that I would be a little late picking up Hope because I was working on something and I wouldn’t get out on time. Another lie. What was happening to me? It seemed as though lately, everything that came out of my mouth was a lie.

Looking around the suite, I was enthralled by the class and beauty of it. Taking note of the chocolate-covered strawberries sitting on the counter, I picked one up and bit into it with a smile. Walking into the bedroom, I noticed a box that said Victoria’s Secret on it sitting on the bed with a note. I sat down, read the note, and looked at the box. I was too scared to open it. I was afraid to see what was inside. I pulled my phone from my purse and dialed Stella.

“What’s up, chicky?” she answered.

“I don’t have time to explain, so I need you to listen to me. Don’t ask any questions. I’m in a suite that Jack reserved for us at the Trump Hotel. Sitting on the bed next to me is a box from Victoria’s Secret and I’m scared to open it.”