The Boss Deal - Penny Wylder Page 0,19
all work perfectly. He goes on to tell us the fliers about the grand opening still aren't in, one baker quit already, and he's not sure how they're going to open in two weeks without the correct menus.
“Don't worry,” Nick says, his voice calm and soothing. “We're going to fix it, that's why we're here.” Lewis's shoulders roll forward and you can see the stress melt away. “Misty and I will handle everything; you just focus on hiring a new baker. Sound good?”
“Yes, that sounds great.”
The bakery is a welcome distraction. Nick spends the day doing oven research and contacting appliance repair men in the area to get someone out. I work on the rest, calling a few contacts I have in the printing business for a few owed favors.
Nick bumps my hip with his and leans across the counter. “Ready to head out? I sent Lewis home; I think we've done all we can today.”
“So ready. I'm starving.”
“Hotel room service and mini bar drinks?” he asks.
“You had me at hotel,” I say with a smirk.
Bedford, New Hampshire. I'm not even sure how Vanessa found this little town. It's quaint, with one main road through the center of town. The buildings are all made of brick, and some of the alleys still have cobblestone instead of pavement.
We drive the five minutes up the street to the hotel. It's nothing fancy, a simple, two story hotel, with a hot tub and a pool out front to entice people inside.
“It ain't the Ritz, but it'll do. The only other place is a bed and breakfast that treats guests to a haunted experience. Wasn't sure how you'd feel about that.”
“I'm all for exciting trips, but not while working. And I'd rather not sleep with one eye open.”
We walk through the lobby and he checks us in at the desk. I poke around the small display with the local attractions. Picking up a few pamphlets, I stuff them in my purse.
“Ready?” he asks, holding a small envelope. Looking up, Nick starts to walk down the hall, and I follow. “We're right over here.”
“Did you ask for our rooms to be near each other?”
“Near each other? I did one better. We're sharing.” He flashes me a big, sneaky grin over his shoulder as he stops at a door and slips the card through the slot. The buzzer goes off and the light turns green. Nick pops open the door and dips his head. “Welcome home,” he says.
Grimacing, I walk past him, rolling my suitcase behind me. “A single room. . . You had this planned the whole time didn't you? Is this trip some type of trick? Did you do this to get me alone?”
“As much as I'd like to take credit for the trip, I can't. We wouldn't be here if there weren't some issues. But I did take advantage, that I'll admit.” Nick opens the small fridge and pulls out a nip of whiskey. “A toast,” he says, holding the small bottle up. “To new relationships, and new businesses.” Taking a sip, he passes it to me.
“Sure, why the hell not.” Tipping my head back, I take a big swig.
Nick laughs, flopping back onto the bed. “It's really quiet here. Did you notice that?”
I nod. “It's the first thing I noticed when we got here.”
The silence. It's almost deafening. You don't get this kind of silence in the city. Silence in the city is like a baby not crying. Sometimes it happens, it's rare and unlikely, but sometimes, you get a day where there are less sirens, less traffic, less noise.
“I think we're going to have to fix that. We just might have to make some noise of our own.” The corner of his mouth pulls up to one side, his eyes full of lust.
The thought of him making me scream turns me on. My stomach heats up like it's full of hot coals. The warmth sizzles as it spreads around my body, making my nipples tender and my pussy wet.
I remember the feel of his tongue again against my clit, his hands on my skin, and I can imagine what it would be like to have an entire night together.
No! No more! You said you wouldn’t!
I know my brain is right. My body wants one thing, but I have to go with my head. I've already gone too far with him, and if I keep playing with fire, eventually I'm going to get burned.
He sits up on the end of the bed