“You should have a better room than this,” he tells me as he comes back out from the bathroom.
“What’s wrong with this room? Are you saying your hotel rooms are shitty?”
“No.” He climbs onto the bed.
Taking me in his arms, he shimmies us down the bed until we’re facing each other, legs tangled, arms holding.
I’m getting the impression that Jason is a cuddler.
“I’m saying that you should be staying in a better room. You should be in a suite.”
“I don’t need a suite. I’m one person. This is all I need.”
“I like suites, and if I’m going to be spending time here, in bed with you, then I want to be doing it in the best of my hotel rooms.”
“You’ll fly coach, but you won’t stay in a simple hotel room.”
“What can I say? I’m a complicated guy.” He grins. “I’ll have you moved to a suite later.”
“You will, or your assistant will?”
Another grin. “My assistant will. I’ll be busy doing other things.”
Oh. Well, I can’t argue with that. But still…
“I don’t want a suite.”
“I know. But you’re getting one.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips.
And, in this moment, I realize that arguing with Jason Reed is fruitless. He’s used to getting what he wants.
“Anyway, you’re going to be spending time here?” I question, going back to what he said before.
“We can go back to my place, too. Either works for me, so long as we’re together .”
I’m still stuck on the spending-more-time-together bit.
“And we have your list to work on,” he adds.
“Yeah, I’m going to help you complete it.”
“I am.” He smiles.
“And what if I don’t want you to help me?” Shit, that came out sounding a little sharper than I intended. “I don’t mean, I don’t like spending time with you because I do. I like it a lot…but beyond that, I can’t do any more.”
He stares at me for a long moment, his eyes darkening. “I don’t do more than a one night stand. But you’re alone in this country, and you seem like you could use a friend while you’re here. How long are you here for?”
“Two weeks.” Then, I go home to die.
He runs his fingertip over my lips. “So, we’ll be together for the two weeks you’re here because, for some unknown reason, I like you a lot. And when we’re not spending time in bed, I’ll help you complete your list.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I’m a charitable kind of guy.” He lifts a shoulder, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“My PA is always telling me I need a holiday. This can be my holiday.”
“Helping me complete my list is a holiday to you?”
“We’ll be spending time in that time, too.”
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One Last WishRomance
Samaya Raichand jumps on a plane , off to London to visit her mother's home town and the place her parents fell in love, With one last wish to complete things she hasn't been able to do Before the tumor takes over her life. Little did she know she w...