Don’t Go

by Paige, Violet

  “Ready?” Aiden’s eyebrows arched.

  “Yes, let me grab my bag.”

  “I’ll get it.” He stepped past me, taking in my one-room apartment.

  “It’s temporary.” I fluffed the pillows on my bed. I didn’t even have a couch. “Until I find something else.”

  I had moved into the studio my second day in South Padre. It was part of a string of studio units on the sound side of the island. It was convenient to work and fit my small reporter’s budget. I wondered what it looked like through Aiden’s eyes.

  He walked to the dresser and picked up a picture of Cassie and Lexi. I ran over to snatch it from him. “That’s personal.” I laid it face down.

  “Sorry.” His brows furrowed in confusion.

  “I’m all packed.” I pointed to the bag.

  He picked up the suitcase as if it weighed the same as a pair of flip flops. “Let’s do this.”

  I locked the door behind us and followed him down the stairs. His car was running, cool air filling the convertible.

  Aiden secured my suitcase in the trunk and made sure I was settled in the front seat before closing my door. It surprised me that he was such a gentleman. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because I thought he was self-absorbed. Weren’t all womanizers? Everything he did contradicted the preconceived ideas I had of him. Except maybe last night. I could have predicted he was phenomenal in bed.

  The car whipped in reverse and I reached for the bar on the door.

  “You better hold on, darlin’,” he warned.

  We spun out of the parking lot and merged onto the island roads. Before I knew it we had crossed the bridge and South Padre was in our mirrors.

  “Do you always drive so fast?” I asked.

  “I have a lot of ground to cover.” He tapped a few of the buttons on the computer screen on the dash. “My acquisitions are located from one end of the state to the other. And if you haven’t noticed, Texas is one damn big state.”

  “You’re going to get us killed driving like this.” I clutched the handle tighter as we exited onto seventy-seven.

  I looked at my driver. He had a devilish grin. He was enjoying the effect his driving was having on me. It wasn’t the first time I had seen him smile like that. My skin tingled.

  “Don’t worry. I promise to deliver you to the hotel in one piece.”

  “Have you ever crashed?” I should have checked his driving credentials before I got in the car with him.

  “Not yet.” He smiled wider.

  I looked out the window at the blurry landscape. “What kind of meetings do you have in San Antonio?” I asked.

  “I’m meeting with a few contractors.”

  “Shouldn’t they be coming to you? Why not meet in Padre?” I didn’t understand how the Sailor’s Cove deal would come together out of town.

  “I want to keep everything I’m doing with the resort as private as possible,” he explained.

  “And you’re not worried I might write a big expose on it?” I teased.

  “You are home sick with a sore throat. I don’t think I have to worry about you interviewing anyone.” He pulled his sunglasses down and I caught the message in his sapphire blue eyes.

  “Right.” I didn’t like that he had pinned me in a corner.

  “Have you ever been to San Antonio?” He lowered the radio so we could talk.

  “I’ve never been anywhere but around the island. I went across the border when I first moved here so I could say I had traveled to Mexico.”

  “You’re telling me you haven’t left Padre in three months?”

  “Is that bad?” I eked.

  “It tells me something about you.” He changed hands on the steering wheel so that his right palm rested on my leg. I liked that touching me came naturally to him.

  “That I’m trying to work hard at my new job and prove myself to my boss?”

  “No. That’s not it.”

  “That I’m dedicated to telling accurate news?”

  “No.” His voice was flat.

  “What then?”

  I waited—worried he was going to think I wasn’t the travel companion he really wanted. There were probably tons of women who were beautiful and spontaneous, willing to hop on a jet with him and cross the ocean. Women with adventurous spirits and travel savvy. I didn’t know if I fell into that category. I didn’t have any idea what category he put me in.

  “That you needed to meet me.”

  “Is that so?” God, he was arrogant.

  “It is.” He gently squeezed my thigh. “We can have fun together, Veronica.”

  “Fun?” I realized exactly what category he had grouped me in—the fun girl.

  “We both work hard. We play hard. Very hard.”

  My cheeks burned. Somewhere deep inside I knew this was bad. Aiden was the kind of guy who got what he wanted when he wanted it. And when he was satisfied he would move on to the next thing. But with his hand on my leg and those bedroom eyes smiling at me, all I could think about was that I wanted him too. My body still ached from this morning, and yet I wanted more.

  “So that’s what this is?” I tried to sound completely cool.

  “Of course.” His eyes landed on the road. “Unless you’re not up for it?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be? I don’t have time for anything else.” I found it was getting easier to lie today.

  He chuckled low in his chest. “Exactly. We’re on the same page. I knew we would be.”

  “Right. Same page.” I chewed on my bottom lip. “And it will be fun.”

  “The minute it’s not fun we end it, okay? There’s no reason for things to get serious and ruin this. You’re exactly what I need right now, Ronnie.”

  My chest pounded. I didn’t know if I was entering into a relationship or I was signing up to be his summer pen pal. In college I encountered two types of guys: the ones who used my nickname and the ones who didn’t. The ones who called me by my full name, like my last boyfriend, were the ones who took me seriously. The ones who shortened it down to two syllables were the charmers. The flirts. The ones who wanted to keep it easy. Fun.

  “It’s all about having a good time.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. This man had me twisting words and thoughts, ignoring the warnings in my head.

  “Now you’re talking.” Aiden laughed and the music blared. “Wait until I show you San Antonio.”

  For now, I told myself. I could do this. I could be his fun girl.

  Eleven

  Aiden

  I pulled up in front of the hotel and waited for the valet to situate our bags and park the car. A hot wind blew off the Riverwalk. San Antonio. It had been awhile since I was here. I had tried to buy one of the hotels last year, but decided I wouldn’t get the return I wanted on a resale. Good move on my part. The hotel was poorly managed and in another six months, the owners would be desperate to sell again. It would be the perfect time for me to snag it at the lowest dollar.

  Veronica’s hair whipped around her face. She squinted at the sun.

  “What do you think?” I asked. “Good place to get over a sore throat?”

  She grinned. “I think I could make a speedy recovery here.”

  “Not too speedy.” I nodded at a few of the men walking past us. “We’re not headed back to South Padre until tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Right this way, Mr. Thomas.” The bellhop waited for us next to the revolving door.

  “They know who you are?” Veronica whispered.

  “I usually stay in the same places when I travel.”

  She laughed. “And I thought you preached about being adventurous. Sounds like you are a creature of habit after all.”

  “I wouldn’t say that.”

  “Just observing.” She grinned as if she had discovered one of my little secrets.

  I tried to defend myself. “This is where I do a lot of business. It makes sense to stay here.”

  The lobby was filled with men like me, only significantly olde
r. They wore dark suites, some of their jackets slung on the back of barstools. This is where business deals happened. Not in an attorney’s office or in a conference room. Deals over a glass of bourbon and a strong handshake usually made it to the end.

  “Are there any women here?” Veronica’s head swiveled.

  “I see the only one I want to see.”

  “That’s not what I mean.” She was staring at the bar. “Do you ever negotiate with women?”

  “I think you and I have made a pretty good deal.” I winked, pleased we had negotiated terms we both wanted.

  She wacked me on the arm. “I’m serious. Where are the women in this place?”

  “I’m sure they are shopping or at the spa.”

  Her mouth dropped. “That is the most sexist thing I’ve heard. I’m talking about the women who should be here in this underground business world. The women who run companies and make deals.”

  “Sweetheart, there’s nothing underground about this. This is how deals are made. It’s completely out in the open.”

  “Exactly. It’s a good ole’ boys club.”

  “You’ve walked through this lobby for all of thirty seconds and you’ve already determined how it works?”

  Her eyes flared. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  She had me. It was a good ole’ boys club. I hadn’t thought about it much. I didn’t care whom I did business with as long as the deal was solid and would make money. I realized looking around, Veronica probably wouldn’t see it that way. She was clearly outnumbered.

  I saw the cigar smoke drifting from the brandy bar. I could hear the pats on the back. The deep chuckles between men. An occasional statistic thrown out about the local quarterback. I shook my head.

  “You’re not wrong,” I admitted.

  “As long as you see it.” She crossed her arms in frustration.

  “I do now.”

  The bellhop led us into the elevator and deposited us on the top floor outside of the executive suite. I opened the door for Veronica while he laid our bags out on the luggage racks.

  “Is there anything else I can get for you, Mr. Thomas?”

  “No, I think we’re good.” I handed him a folded fifty-dollar bill as he backed out of the room.

  “This is beautiful.” Veronica looked out of the window, admiring the Riverwalk below us. “Wow. You can see everything from up here.” I was glad she had decided to drop the conversation we started in the lobby. I didn’t want to argue with her.

  “It has a nice view.” I stood next to her, watching the tourists mill about while one of the river boats floated by.

  “So much better than staring at the peeling paint in my tiny cubicle at the Record.”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “Can we take a boat ride?” she asked.

  “Err…uhh, I’ve never done that here.”

  She pinched her pouty lips together. “Never mind. It’s no big deal.”

  I grabbed her hand, the spontaneity of her idea taking hold. “No, if the pretty girl wants to do all the touristy stuff, then we’re doing the touristy stuff. I promised you fun, right?”

  I loved the smile that spread across her face. “Really? You don’t mind?”

  “Depends. Are you going to want to see the Alamo next?” I joked.

  “Only if you want to see it.”

  I realized I might have awakened something in her. She suddenly looked much younger than twenty-five. Her eyes lit with excitement.

  “Okay, the Alamo and a river boat, but then I get to choose the next spot. Got it?”

  She nodded. “Deal. You get next pick.”

  “Thanks.” I was starting to wonder if I had come out ahead or not.

  She threw her phone in her bag. “Ready?”

  “After you, Miss Strickland.”

  I held the door for her as we walked out of the room.

  It wasn’t the afternoon I had planned, but seeing Veronica’s face every time we did something new made it worth it. I laughed when she realized the Alamo wasn’t nearly as big as she had envisioned, and I tried not to make fun when our gondola driver filled half the boat with water on every push with his paddle. Her shorts got soaked. These were the things she wanted to try. By the time we made it back to the suite I could see the fatigue setting in.

  “Why don’t you take a nap before dinner?” I suggested. “Maybe dry off a little.”

  “And what are you going to do?” she asked.

  “I have calls to make. I need to check in with the Dallas office. Go. Sleep.”

  She paused in the doorway, considering my directions. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

  “I’ll sleep tonight. Really. Go. I’ll wake you up before our reservation so you’ll have time to get ready.”

  It wasn’t as if I was counting the hours since the morning, but my body responded to the idea of crawling back in bed with her. I gripped at my fists, feeling my hands react with burning to thoughts of her smooth skin. I had already let too many things slide today.

  “Okay.” She closed the bedroom door and I sighed.

  It might be the only way I’d get any work done—with a solid door between us.

  I pulled out my phone to call the office.

  * * *

  The conference call ended earlier than I expected. The sun was setting over San Antonio. I tipped the door open. Veronica was sleeping like she did this morning. My heart raced, seeing her under the sheets.

  I crossed the room. It was cool and dark. The drapes were pulled together.

  I should let her sleep. I didn’t let her rest last night. But before I could turn back, her eyes opened. She looked at me and I froze. My feet rooted to the floor. My eyes unable to look away.

  “Did I oversleep?” she asked. “Do I need to get dressed for dinner?”

  “Not yet.”

  “What time is it?” She began to sit upright.

  My chest stirred when her shirt fell off her shoulder, exposing the tiny freckles on her skin. I approached, taking her in with each step toward the bed. My body was drawn to her. I knew it the first time I saw her. I knew it when she showed up at lunch and again last night when I caught her questioning Cole. There was something about her that drove me crazy.

  I maneuvered so I was on top of her. Each knee on either side of her hips, the bed sinking under my weight. She smiled. “How did your call with the office go?”

  “I think we’re going to have to establish some guidelines.” I raked my lips against her collarbone. I stifled a groan. I tasted the sun on her skin and wanted to drink in the rest of her.

  Any thoughts of catching a quick nap disappeared. I wanted her.

  “I thought we already did that. Fun, remember?” Her hands skated up my side, dragging my shirt over my head. She dropped it to the floor.

  “The fun is understood.” I kissed her shoulder. “I need to know that everything between us is off the record.”

  “You think I’m going to write about this?” She sounded offended.

  “I need to know if you overhear something or see someone, you aren’t going to use the information. That’s all I’m asking.”

  I sat on my heels so I could start on her panties. They were tight and cute—like the rest of her. She had slept in them. Her wet shorts were still drying from the gondola ride. God, she was killing me.

  “Do you think that’s why I’m here? For the story?” She breathed deeply when I peeled the lace from her legs.

  “No, but I want to make sure it’s part of our arrangement.” This was exactly why I stayed away from reporters, but damn if this one didn’t have me.

  “And what if I say I can’t do that?” Her eyes said she was testing me. It was the part that drove me crazy the most. She didn’t back down.

  Her hands trailed over my chest, dipping farther below my waist until my eyes closed. Her fingers wrapped around my cock. Her movements were designed to make me tremble. It was working.

  “Then we might have a problem, Mi
ss Strickland.” I choked on the words. She was dangerously close to having this over before it even began. I rolled on my back, taking her with me.

  She looked at me, her hair falling around my face.

  “Everything is off the record?” she asked.

  “Completely.” I gripped her hips, bringing her against my body, letting her feel what she was doing to me. Just how hard my dick was because of her.

  “And what happens when I get back to work and I have to follow up on the resort you’re building? You realize I’m still on the business beat. I haven’t been reassigned.”

  “I didn’t say you can’t do your job. You just can’t report anything you learn when we’re together.” I worked the silky tank off her arms and threw it on the floor.

  She gasped as her bare breasts rubbed against my chest.

  “It’s going to be complicated. I don’t know if I can separate things like you do,” she whispered.

  I gently tugged on the skin on her breast with my teeth, watching with hungry eyes as her nipple puckered. She leaned forward and my tongue lashed against it. I grinned when she sighed.

  “Tell me now if you can’t do this.” I slid on my back, taking all of her in my mouth. She bowed under the pressure of my tongue. I stopped abruptly and moved to face her. “Because I can stop things.” I focused on her eyes. She was drowning in lust, her body writhing for more. I pulled her knees apart. I had no doubt how she’d answer.

  “I don’t know that this is completely fair,” she whispered. “You’re the one with all the power.”

  My hands dropped to the side, flattening on the sheet. “It looks like you’re the one on top, darlin’.”

  Her teeth grazed the side of my ear. “This is all off the record?” she purred.

  “All.”

  She rocked over me, her dripping pussy gliding over my cock. Fuck. She was driving me wild. I wanted to slam inside her, feeling her velvety warmth envelop me. How she clenched and gripped me.

  I inhaled sharply when I felt her pull me inside. My hands gripped her hips, so I could drive deeper in her walls, but she quickly pushed them off, shaking her head.

  “No,” she toyed. “My turn.”