Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,28

five, and the streetlights are already on. “Tell her I’m going to have to take a rain check for dinner.” We were planning on meeting for dinner tonight, but then I saw Becca, and all plans were cancelled.

“She says that you better have a good ass reason for blowing her off, and it better not be for another debutant.” I laugh because she knows full well that I never dated a debutant. They were interested in one thing and one thing only. Marriage.

“She knows full fucking well I don’t date those women,” I tell Lizzie, and I hear her moving, so I know she is walking away from the table.

“Are you having dinner with Matthew?” she asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice. The voices and glasses from the restaurant are quiet, so I know she stepped away.

“No. Actually …” I say, and then she shocks me.

“Would you be having dinner with Becca?” she asks. I see the town car drive up to the curb. The driver gets out of the car and comes over, but I open the door myself.

“How do you know Becca is in town?” I ask, closing the door. “The hotel,” I say to the driver.

“Well, I saw her coming out of the building when I dropped you off,” she says. “So we shared a ride over to her hotel.”

“Where is she staying?” I ask, and Lizzie laughs.

“I knew that is why you were canceling with Laurene,” she hisses out. “I knew something more was going on there. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! I should be a private investigator.”

“I had no idea she was in town,” I answer honestly. “Not for a minute,” I tell her.

“Yeah, right.” I can see her rolling her eyes.

“I swear to you, Lizzie. I was shocked when I saw her with Matthew. I had no clue.” I wait for her to listen to me. “So where is she staying?”

“Are you going to show up at her place like a freaking creepy stalker?” Lizzie says. “Listen, I don’t date often, but if someone just showed up at my door, it would send out alarm bells.”

“You live in a gated community,” I inform her,“with a twelve-foot wrought-iron gate. If someone did show up, it would definitely set off alarm bells.” I laugh at her.

“Touché,” she says. “She’s staying at our hotel.”

“By any chance …” I say, but Lizzie already knows the question I’m going to ask.

“You think she would give me her fucking room number? What is wrong with you?” she asks. “Nico.” Her voice goes low. “Listen, I don’t think you showing up at her door is a good idea. What if she’s with someone?” The minute the words come out of her mouth, a whole bunch of emotions run through me. I feel like someone kicked me in the balls. My stomach suddenly feels like I’m going to be sick. My palms are clammy, but the worse one is the fucking anger I feel. It’s almost as if I see black. I can’t listen to the words Lizzie is saying because I hear nothing. The sound in my ears is ringing as we pull up to the hotel.

“I have to go,” I say and walk into the private door. “I’m looking for someone who is staying here,” I tell the doorman who just listens to me. “Becca.” I don’t even have to say her last name for me to know that he knows exactly who I’m talking about when his face goes to a sly smirk. The look I give him stops him from making the smirk go to a smile.

“She’s staying on the eleventh floor,” he says, and I want to laugh since I’m staying on that floor also. “Eleven twenty-two.”

“Thank you,” I say, getting onto the elevator and pressing the button to the eleventh floor. I walk down the plush carpet to her room and knock on the door. I hear her yell that she’s coming.

She opens the door, and I know I’m not the one she’s expecting to see standing here. “Nico,” she says, her voice almost low. She’s dressed in the same outfit she was wearing when I saw her, but with the jacket off, I can get my fill of her. Her beige pencil skirt hugs her hips. The same hips that my hands squeezed twenty-four hours ago. Her long-sleeved sweater is pulled up to her elbows.

“I guess you were expecting someone else?” I ask. Walking into the hotel