that. She wandered over to the window, wanting to sate herself on the sight of glittering lights and an endless glowing horizon. When she’d had her fill of the view, she turned back to investigate just what sort of room she would be spending the night in.
A massive bed against one wall with a cherrywood headboard and a deep crimson comforter looked soft and inviting. The scent of aftershave and an enticing masculine aroma made her all too aware again that this was a man’s domain. She scanned the rest of the room. A large desk was laden with files and paperwork. If he was such a workaholic, why didn’t he spend more time at this desk and enjoy the view? If she had this to look at all day, she could see the appeal of working from home. But as a lawyer, maybe he didn’t get that option, and had to be in the office all day.
It suddenly bothered her that she had no idea what Jared looked like. Being in his personal space like this was oddly intimate, and it felt strange seeing so much of the man without ever having seen his face. As an artist, all she did was think about what things and people looked like. Not being able to see the features or the build of the man who lived here was unsettling.
Layla had said he was thirty and panty-melting hot—but not as hot as Tanner, of course. Layla wasn’t the type of girl to really eye another man when she was happily in love, but she did appreciate beauty of the masculine variety. Felicity had laughed at the thought. She’d never seen any guy worth calling panty-melting hot, at least none outside of the movies. Layla said that Jared could give Jamie Dornan a run for his money on hotness and intensity.
Layla’s words came back to her, and she smiled as she could hear her friend’s voice so clearly in her head. “You know what I’m talking about. Tanner is all sorts of brooding and intense. He can just look at you and you go all wet and melty, you know? Like he’d fuck you so good you’d break the bed and ask for more. Jared’s like that, too.” Felicity hadn’t been able to get that out of her mind. Layla had said Tanner was just like Jared, only younger. It explained everything. Tanner’s intensity was tempered by his youth and sweetness, but his older brother had that jaded, hot bad-boy thing going on, according to Layla.
Now she stood in said panty-melter’s room and couldn’t help but picture a gorgeous, sexy man walking through the room, putting on a suit, critically eyeing his appearance in the mirror over the dresser.
Unable to resist and knowing it was completely inappropriate, she opened the top drawer of the beautiful dark dresser. Neatly rolled ties of a dozen different colors and patterns decorated the drawer, and a set of different styles of watches with leather and metal bands sat next to a box filled with cufflinks that glinted like jewels beneath the glass lid.
“Wow.” She trailed her fingertips over the watches. A man with refined, expensive tastes.
Felicity watched the shadows play across the room, accenting the bed where Jared slept. What would it be like to share a bed with a man like him? To be the focus of all that raw masculinity and sexual energy? Her body hummed at the fantasy her mind seemed determined to play out. Her skin burned at the thought of what could happen if he came here tonight and found her in his bedroom. What if he just stood there, blocking the door, staring down at her? What if he told her to strip off her clothes and get into bed?
God, I need to get laid. Felicity shook her head. Even though she was a virgin, her fantasies could get wild. She struggled to get her libido under control.
Felicity sighed as she leaned against the bed, relishing the moment to bask in such luxury. She smoothed a hand over the red comforter. Satin? No, silk. She was tempted to lie down, just for a bit, but she knew she should change into her PJ’s before getting in. She tried the nearest door, only to discover a large walk-in-closet with dozens of suits and a tall rack of expensive leather shoes. Not the bathroom. Her bag was supposed to be in the bathroom where Layla had said she’d put it. She approached