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We round the building without ever going inside, and head to the limo parked off by to the side of the drive He yanks open the door "Get in"

"What about Katie and Mike?"

"Get in, Sara"

My throat thickens with e around me, and not entirely because of the wine I slide into the car and over to the far atch Eric scrahten

"Is everything okay, sir?" he asks as Chris climbs into the vehicle

"We’re ready to return to the hotel," is Chris’s only answer He slams the door beside him and this time he does not move to sit beside me

We are worlds apart

The ride back is short and tense, but it is long enough for the anger to build to a near-explosive level inside me I have let Chris turn my life upside down in aI said I would never let a et out Eric quickly does the same "Thank you, Eric, for the tour" I turn on my heel and let hi on aze, hot and filled with desire It pisses me off I a the shawl aroundhim no chance to take my hand, and head inside the hotel

He falls into step besideus They can tell you’re pissed"

"How very observant of the I’ drunk and that just ticks me off more It means I trusted Chris to take care of me I don’t need to be taken care of I don’t want to be taken care of

We step into the elevator and he leans on the far wall, watching ht back at him His eyes slide over me, a hot caress, and damn it, I hate how much I crave his touch I hate this power he has overThe air crackles with sexual tension but I cling to anger You can’t handle it I’ me what I can and can’t handle

The doors open and I head for the hallway, and I sway Chris’s hand slides to hat him "Just don’t help me and don’t touchThe hall is long and it feels like an eternity before Chris swipes the keycard to the door

All the anger I’ve bottled for the past half-hour explodes from me when I enter the room I kick off my shoes for stability and toss round

I whirl on Chris before the door even shuts behind hiabout the past, yet you ask about odparents, who you knoill tell me about your past I had no expectations froback to Paris I was okay with that It’d been five years I needed sex, not this…this "

Before I can blink, I’my breast, my nipple "You want to be fked? Is that what you want froh anyh ainst his chest "Oh God" I push away from him and he lets me, as I desperately seek the bathroouidesa s flipped on but all I see is the toilet

I drop to my knees in front of it without a second to spare and what follows isn’t pretty Chris approaches and I wave him off "Go away," I choke out "I don’t want you to see oes down on a knee besideto take care of you while you’re going through it" He hands ue anymy back, until I collapse on some shiny white surface I think is the side of the tub

Chris eases et you out of this dress It’s a s it upward I am a limp noodle and barely raise my arms to help him pull it over my head

I am nad on the bathroohs and behind ins to come back to me I put my trust in Chris to take care ofof the irony of what has happened

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