When Lee opens the door to her room every thought in my brain goes up in flames. Heat shoots through me. Gripped by raw lust. Lee’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Tonight, she looks even more beautiful. She’s wearing a little black dress snugged just perfect against her feminine curves. She wears a pair of four-inch heels accentuating her incredible, long, shapely legs.

Every coherent thought flies out of my brain.

Her hazelnut, silky hair flows over her shoulders. I want to reach out and slide my hands into it. Just for once, I don’t want to do the right thing when it comes to Lee. Instead of taking her on a date, I want to spend my time exploring her naked body. I can’t contain myself, I snake an arm around her waist and press her against my body. I bend down and take her mouth.

“You look great,” I say gasping for air as I peel my lips away from hers. “Truthfully, more than great. Astonishing.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, sir,” she says playfully. “You had those clothes hiding in your duffle bag?”

“I improvised,” I explain. “The restaurant where I found the reservation has a jacket-required dress code.” There are a few shops in the mezzanine of the hotel where I found a pair of slacks, a dress shirt, and a blazer.

“This is the second time in my life that I’ve seen you wearing something formal,” she says covering her mouth as she tries to stifle a chuckle. “The first time was at my graduation.”

“Are you amused?”

“Just remembering that day. You looked dashing, except for your tennis shoes.”

“Hey, I tried my best,” I say looking down at my shoes.

At least, I’m wearing a pair of boots. They don’t clash like the royal blue sneakers I wore that day.

“So where are we going?” she asks as we march toward the elevators.

“The Sky Riser,” I inform her.

“The restaurant on top?” she asks with starry eyes.

Since it’s snowing hard, I requested a table in one of the hotel’s restaurants. That’s the only one that had availability on such late notice anyway. If given a choice though, I’d rather order room service, champagne, strawberries, and ice cream. I’d start the night by peeling off the little black dress she’s wearing. I want to know what’s under it. Some lace and silk or just her silky skin?

Not today, Miller.

Lee’s palpable excitement stops me from spoiling the perfect date.

“What are you thinking?” She looks at me suspiciously. “I’m pretty good at reading you, but I’ve never seen that face.”

“You don’t want to know,” I say, pulling her into the car as the elevator’s doors slide open.

I push her toward the metal wall, pressing my body against hers. “At least not yet.”

I take her mouth and kiss her hard. Fuck, I’m never going to get enough of her. I’m lost in her, wishing to do more but stop. I have to set boundaries. Though, I don’t know where I’m going to find the strength to hold the urge to drag her to my room and make her mine, but I won’t fuck this up.  

“We have to stop.” I groan, barely remembering my own name and am surprised by the roughness of my own voice.

For a long moment, we look at each other. She’s breathing as rapidly as I am. Her eyes are so dark I can’t see her pupils.

“Somehow, I don’t think you believe your own words, Mr. Miller.” She gives me a cheeky smile.

I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Have I told you you’re beautiful?”

“No,” she says, her face softening. “We can order room service,” she proposes with a suggestive voice.

“Maybe on Wednesday, today I’m taking you on a proper date,” I say, fixing my jacket and my pants as the elevator reaches the top floor.