If fate does keep bringing Weston and I together then fate is a sneaky bastard. I can’t believe he came into the bathroom just to kiss me. He’s confusing. He says one thing then does another. I never expected to hear from him. I thought he would be done after he got what he wanted. I have to admit, it’s incredibly flattering being pursued.

I don’t want to screw whatever this is up. We have chemistry, there’s no doubting it, but I don’t even know the guy. Sex is what I thought I wanted, but now I’m not so sure things will ever be casual between us.

I’m supposed to meet him at the Four Seasons. Only problem is, my parents are in town and that’s where they’re staying. I don’t want them to see me sneak out of some guy’s room after a booty call. Because that’s exactly what this is. It isn’t a date. I guess it’s a date to have sex, which seems weird too. I’ve never planned sex before. I’m so new to all of this. I want to ask Misty for advice, but considering she’s having her boss’s baby, I hardly think she’s the best source.

And he came inside me.

I shudder at what could already be happening in my body. Not to mention the fact that I liked it when he did. I liked it a lot.

I stand in my bedroom getting ready. I feel strong and sexy and seductive. I glance at my reflection in the mirror. I bought new lingerie when I was on my lunch break just for tonight. I hope Weston will like it. I hope it’s not too much, or too forward.

I’m taking a leap and trying to do this without involving my heart.

With any luck, my parents will be in their room or out somewhere with friends. After my mom’s behavior last night, I’m in no hurry to see her any time soon.

Slipping on my favorite little black dress, I grab my coat and step back into my heels.

I send a text to Weston to confirm the room number. I know I shouldn’t be nervous. We’ve already done pretty much everything. I guess it’s nerves, seeing as I’m going there with the sole purpose for him to put his cock inside me.

I mean, do I just knock on the door and start taking my clothes off once he invites me inside? Will he already be naked?

I’m overthinking this. It’s what I do. And I’m the one who came up with these rules. What in the hell are we supposed to talk about? Will there even be any talking?

Brooke: On my way. What room is it?

Weston: I’ll meet you in the bar.

My stomach twists with excitement and anxiety.

I need a shot to calm myself down, loosen me up.

* * *

The valet takes my car and I make a quick run to the restroom to do another once over with my makeup. I don’t want to show up with lipstick on my teeth. That would be unfortunate.

I stare at myself in the mirror.

Okay, I can do this.

It’s just sex with a man I’ve already slept with. No big deal.

I spot Weston at the bar the moment I walk in. He has his back to me, but I recognize his profile as he turns to order a drink.

I approach him slowly, enjoying seeing him when he doesn’t know I’m watching. I saw him yesterday with his client. He didn’t seem happy about the meeting. Today, he seems much more relaxed as he takes a swig from a rocks glass.

I slide onto the stool to his left and order a dirty martini, emphasis on the dirty.

“A drink that suits you.” His eyes wander to mine and I light up with flames.

“Hi.” I exhale the word as he takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, dropping a kiss on my knuckles.

“Hey.” He offers me a sexy smirk. One that says I’m so going to do bad things to you. My body comes alive and screams hell yes and a warmth funnels straight down to my core.

I swirl the olive stick around in my glass before taking a sip.

Weston watches me closely as I pop one of the olives into my mouth. It might be the smoothest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Damn, I’m good. He appears to be enjoying it.

“Mmm.” I stifle a moan. “So good.”

“I know something better.” His mouth seems to always find my ear.

“What’s that?” For the first time I take him in. Head-to-toe in his suit. Not just any suit either. This one’s been tailored to fit him like a glove. I wouldn’t mind going to court as much if I had him to stare at all day.

He exhales his warm breath in my ear. “This pussy.” His hand finds my inner thigh, and he lifts it so high his fingertips graze the edge of my entrance. “Riding my face.” He smirks.

Goosebumps pebble down the backs of my arms, and despite the fact we’re in public, I try to lower myself onto his hand.

He removes it before I can get the friction I need. I’m nothing but a hot mess. About to melt into a puddle on the floor. He grins at the way he affects me. “Upstairs. Now.” He doesn’t just say it in my ear. No, Weston growls the shit, and his voice is masculine as all hell and pure gravel.

I don’t hesitate to slide off the stool. I swear he’s conditioned me somehow, because I’m like Pavlov’s Dog, responding to anything he does with complete obedience.

His hand goes to the small of my back as he guides me to the elevators.

“You look—fuck, just fuck.”

My heart kicks into overdrive, thumping against my ribs. I make him speechless. There’s something about knowing I have at least a little power over him, that keeps me walking into his arms no matter what.

“Brooke, sweetheart. Were you coming to see us? Is this the new boyfriend you told us about?”

I freeze.

Fuck. Fuck. Shitfuck.

My voice catches in my throat when I try to respond. I make some kind of sound that’s best described as a jumbled gasp.

“You must be Brooke’s parents. She’s told me so much about you two. I’m Weston. Pleasure to meet you.” He holds his hand out to my father and I try not to faint.

I told him nothing personal about me, other than I’m a lawyer, and now I’m introducing him to my folks.

“Will you be joining us for dinner? We only made reservations for two, but I’m sure they can scoot some tables together.”

There is no way in hell I am subjecting Weston to a meal with her.

I clear my throat. “Actually, umm, we already ate.”

Weston leans in my ear and whispers where they can’t hear. “I haven’t eaten—yet.” He leans back up while I try not to wobble in my heels, on my legs that are now Jello. “Yeah, sorry about that. Maybe another time?”

“Yeah, some, uhh, other time.”

“Sweetie, are you okay? You look a little flushed.” Mom stares at me.

Weston grins. “It’s okay. She’ll be in good hands.”

“Oh, all right. Call me later.” Mom takes a step away. “Wow, he’s so handsome.” She gives me a thumbs up, and I think I might die.

Once the door closes Weston corners me against the wall. He’s looking at me with those sexy dark eyes, and I might lose it. This has to be what going crazy feels like.

“You’re hot when you’re flustered.” He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at the skin. “So, who’s this new guy you’re seeing?”

“Don’t tease me. You don’t know my mom.”

“First of all.” He holds up a finger. “There will be more teasing than you or that sweet pussy can handle.” He licks at my lips, getting me to part for him, then kisses me deep. When he breaks our embrace, he leans back with raised eyebrows. “You told your mom about me.”

I’m going to bite that smirk off his face.

“She was pressuring me to meet someone my dad knows. I had to tell her something.” I tug on his tie, wrapping it around my fist. I pull him closer, never wanting him that far away the rest of the night.

“You know what this means, right?”

The elevator stops and the doors open to our floor.

He sucks down my throat, not giving a shit who may be watching.

I gasp at his hot mouth on my neck. “It’s going to cost me, isn’t it?”

“You bet your sweet fucking ass it is.” He nips at my ear. “Now, you owe me dinner and a movie.”

“Against. Rules.” I can’t even form a whole sentence.

“Rules never stop me.” He rakes his gaze up and down my body. “From getting what I want.”

He leads me down the hallway, damn near at a power-walking pace. As soon as the door to the suite latches shut, Weston is on me.

I pull back. “What are we doing?”

Somehow, he spins me chest-first against the wall and yanks my dress up over my ass in one smooth motion. “I’m about to listen to you moan my name.”

I push back against him, my mind not totally gone yet. “You know what I mean.”

His hand wraps around my neck, and he kisses along my collar bone. “Brooke?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and let me eat this pussy.” His palm smacks against my entrance.

I jolt forward.

Then he rips the expensive underwear right off me.

“Okay.” I nod, surprised I got the word out.

“Better.” He works me with his hand, massaging me, teasing my clit with his fingertips. “We need to get you out of this dress.” He moves his hands to my back and tugs down the zipper as he walks me backwards toward the bed. “And on my face.”

I’ve never been in the presidential suite before. It’s incredibly beautiful and may be larger than my apartment.

The white bedspread is covered in red rose petals. Tealight candles are the only thing illuminating the room.

I spin around. “You did all this for me?”

“Stop talking.” He presses a finger to my lips, and then falls onto his back in the middle of the bed. “Up here, now.” He points to his mouth.

My skin grows warm and shocks of tingles bloom across my skin. I pull the dress up over my head once I’ve crawled onto the bed. His cock tents in his slacks when he sees the lingerie I bought for him.

“For me?” He looks me up and down.

I nod.

A devilish smile spreads across his face.

“I guess we’re even.” I glance around at the candles and roses.

“I guess so.”

I get close, and he pulls me up to his face. I straddle his head, my knees on each side.

“Now fuck my face.” He digs his fingers into my ass, pulling me into him as he lunges up with his mouth.

The second his tongue collides with my clit, my brain melts.

He owns me. And he knows it.