at me, and the devilish glint in her eyes led me to believe it would be a yes. Instead, she toyed with me a little.
“And where would we be going?” she asked with a coy tilt to her lips. Her lipstick had long worn off, but she didn’t need it. She was really beautiful—and that wasn’t the alcohol talking.
I brushed her hair back over her shoulder and leaned closer.
“I have a room not far from here.” She looked at me questioningly, and I intentionally remained quiet. For some reason, I didn’t want to tell her where my room was. The thought of getting pussy because the girl actually liked me for me was novel.
The guys thought I was butt-hurt because she didn’t recognize me. That might have been partly true. The real truth was, I was blown away. It was such a rarity in my life for a chick not to know who I was that the thought of shattering that illusion wasn’t a welcome one.
For a moment, I thought she was going to change her mind. Then she tipped her chin up, almost in defiance, and shocked the shit out of me. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
Not wanting to give her time to back out, I stepped over toward my brother where he was heavily flirting with her friend. “Bro, I’m out. I’ll see you in the morning. If you need to stay in one of the rooms I booked at the hotel, just give them my name and yours. I’ve already made sure you guys can get a room key.”
His gaze flickered over to Sydney where she stood saying goodbye to the women. “Okay,” he said before he grinned, gave me a fist bump, and returned his attention to Natalie.
“I’ll see you all later,” I said to my brother’s club. They each embraced me, and I was again surprised at how they didn’t even know me, but still accepted me as family because of Cooper. Once everyone had said their goodbyes, I guided her out into the bustling street. It was early by Sixth Street standards, and the craziness was in full swing.
We dodged drunken coeds, laughed over half-naked people carrying bizarre signs, and stopped into Voodoo Donuts to grab an over-the-top donut. As she happily ate her treat, I caught myself sneaking sidelong glances her way.
“We could probably walk, but if you’re okay with it, I’m going to order a Lyft to pick us up.”
“That’s fine,” she agreed. I literally had to adjust my junk when she innocently sucked the remaining frosting off her fingertips.
The Lyft arrived, and within minutes we got out in front of the hotel. Her eyes widened slightly as we slid out of the car. “You’re staying at the Four Seasons?”
“Yeah, is that okay?” I asked with a smirk. Not that I was throwing my money around, but I probably was a little cocky by nature. Maybe the guys had been a little bit right regarding my ego.
“Uh, sure,” she murmured. The odd thing was, instead of seeming impressed with where we were, she grabbed my arm when I extended it and dropped her head.
What the fuck? It had me wondering if she was afraid to be seen with me. Most chicks would’ve been flaunting it and bragging already, with no less than twenty pictures posted on social media. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen her with her phone out once all night.
Not that I was complaining; it was just weird. Unusual. And solidified my belief that she had no idea who I was.
As soon as we stepped into the elevator, she seemed to relax as she leaned against the back wall. Unable to stop myself, I moved in front of her and braced my arms on either side of her head. Wide blue eyes stared up at me, and that sexy mouth parted. “Change your mind, Sydney?”
With a stuttered inhale, she gave a nearly imperceptible shake of her head. I groaned and dipped my head down to trail my nose along her jaw. She still smelled amazing.
“I’m going to fuck you on every surface of my room,” I whispered in her ear right before I nipped her lobe. A breathless moan escaped her, and she grabbed the sides of my T-shirt. As the elevator ascended, I pulled her slightly salty skin into my mouth and sucked hard before nipping at her neck. I wanted to mark her. I wanted everyone to see she’d been mine for the night.
The elevator stopped, the doors