RGF ensemble.
“Ah, no, not just yet. My assistant, Landra, will be emailing you a copy of our itinerary for the upcoming weeks. There’s a cocktail party scheduled for tonight at the Midtown Loft & Terrace. I believe you’ll be assigned a stylist, but I’m not sure who that will be. Landra or possibly Desta will take care of that.”
She nodded slowly.
Her hair was pulled back from her face again, this time held at the nape of her neck with a black band so that she looked almost demure. A look that was perfect for this campaign but didn’t begin to touch the fiery passion he’d seen brimming in her eyes last night. Heat instantly began to stir through his veins as he thought about sitting on that couch with her in the hotel talking casually about how she’d felt him up only hours before. If he was half the Fashion House Playboy he was dubbed to be, there was no doubt Major would have spent the night in her bed, bringing them both the pleasure he knew they’d been thinking about.
“An itinerary. A stylist,” she said and exhaled slowly. “I guess that’s part of the agreement. Should I just wait here or return to my hotel? How do we play this?”
Major stepped closer to her.
“I think we start by getting this out of the way.”
His hands, which had itched to touch her all night and throughout this morning’s meeting, rested on the tops of her arms as he pulled her against him. The motion was quick and her hands came up to slap against his biceps as she tilted her chin to meet his gaze.
“You asked about kissing last night?” His voice sounded unfamiliarly gruff.
She blinked, long, natural lashes brushing her skin before he was afforded the sight of her gold-flecked eyes once more. “You said it wasn’t required.”
“Not required,” he whispered. “Desired. At least on my part. If you’re not interested, say so now.” Before he combusted from the desire that had boiled inside him all through the night.
“I’m interested.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before his lips crashed down over hers, heat soaring through their connection, a force unlike anything Major could have ever imagined taking over every part of his body.
CHAPTER FOUR
NEVER BEEN KISSED.
The three words floated around in her mind as his tongue moved salaciously over hers. Not like this, anyway.
Major’s hands had slipped from the tops of her arms to her waist until he was holding her tightly against him. It was a stern and commanding hold. A you’re-not-going-anywhere type of hold that she actually enjoyed. So much so, that Nina laced her arms around his neck, pulling his head down farther so that she could sink deeper into the kiss. A kiss they probably shouldn’t be sharing since there was no one to see them and hence wasn’t moving their fake relationship forward.
But hell, she wasn’t complaining.
When they finally broke contact, both breathing as if they’d just run a race, he rested his forehead against hers and Nina let her eyes remain closed for a few seconds more.
What the hell is going on? Twenty-four hours ago, she’d been preparing for a meeting she’d known could change her life. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought of how drastically things would change in such a short amount of time.
“Okay, that was...” He paused, searching for the words.
They popped into her mind effortlessly. Explosive. Delicious. Addictive!
“It was the kiss that sealed the deal” was what she actually said before pushing away from him and smoothing her hands down the front of her clothes.
He ran his hand across the back of his head while nodding. “Yeah, I guess we could say that.”
As if on cue, her phone chimed and she moved much too quickly to retrieve it from her purse. “Itinerary!” she said, her pitch higher than normal as she held up her phone as if to explain what she meant.
Major cleared his throat. “Right. I’m going to head downstairs because I have a couple of things to take care of before tonight. There’s a car waiting out front for you. The driver’s name is Claude. He’s great and he’ll get you wherever you need to go in the city. He’s at your disposal for the next six weeks. Landra will be sending you all of his contact information.”
She’d been reading the first of a five-page document attached to the email sent by his assistant. Today was already jam-packed with things to do.
“Oh, okay.