that tugged on all that was female in her…deep primitive chords thrumming with anticipation.
He smiled…slowly, sensually, promisingly. ‘You must be hungry by now. I am.’
‘Yes,’ she replied, almost mesmerised by the sensations he was evoking. She was hungry for so many, many things, and every day of this week in Las Vegas she had felt them slipping away from her, leaving an empty hole that even the most exciting career couldn’t bridge. Maybe she was crazy, wanting this man to fill the emptiness so much, she was projecting her own desire onto him.
‘This way,’ he said, and proceeded to guide her around the casino area to the MGM reception desk.
Sunny was barely conscious of walking. She was moving with him, going with him, and he was taking her towards a closer togetherness. Dinner for two. On first-name terms. Sunny and Bryce.
She expected him to ask about restaurants at the desk, but he didn’t.
‘Bryce Templar,’ he announced to the clerk. ‘A suite has been booked for me.’
‘Yes, Mr. Templar. The penthouse Patio Suite. Your luggage has been taken up. Your key?’
‘Please.’
It was instantly produced. ‘If there’s anything else, sir…’
‘Thank you. I’ll call.’
He was steering Sunny towards the elevators before she recollected her stunned wits enough to say, ‘I thought you were staying at the conference hotel.’
‘I’d already checked out when I saw you in the lobby.’
She frowned, bewildered by this move. ‘Couldn’t you check in again?’
‘I preferred to keep my business with you private.’
Private…in a private penthouse suite.
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