want me to see about getting you food from the kitchen?”
He didn’t want London dropping him off and leaving. She would be the perfect distraction while he was here. It wasn’t just that he wanted to see her naked underneath him. Marc liked her personality. She was sharp, thought on her feet, and had a quick wit. Besides that, the way she hesitated when he confronted her about wanting him told him more than her lame excuse about violating policy.
“I’d really appreciate it.” He climbed out of her Jeep on his side and met her when she closed her door. “And thank you for the ride.”
“You’re welcome.” There was a glow in those onyx eyes that did something to his insides he couldn’t quite label. “You should probably go get out of those wet clothes.”
Marc pulled the employees’ door open for her and allowed her to enter first. “Room two-ten,” he reminded her.
London turned around, pushing all that long, thick black hair of hers over her shoulder. “I remember what room you’re in, but I wasn’t planning on coming up.”
“I thought you said Room Service would be closed by now. Are you going to bribe someone into bringing my food to me? I’d much rather you ordered for two and brought it up yourself.” When he saw her hesitate, he moved closer, slipped his arm around her narrow shoulders, and walked alongside her down the quiet hallway. “Actually, you’re right. I’m being selfish.”
“I’m glad you understand,” she began.
“I’ll go change my clothes and then meet you down here. Should I just find you in the dining room?”
There was a T in the hallway and they turned toward the elevator. One look over his shoulder confirmed the dining room was closed. He wondered if there was anyone still in the kitchen.
“Go put something warm on,” she encouraged. “I’ll meet you in the lobby.”
A few minutes later, Marc let himself into his dark, quiet room.
His fingers tingled as if they were asleep, and he definitely would need waterproof boots very soon. His feet were burning, and so were his cheeks. All the pain and suffering he had endured was worth it, though, to spend time getting to know London. She hadn’t pulled away when he’d put his arm around her. London wanted him, too. Now he simply needed to plot a way to get her into his bed.
Marc cursed under his breath when he confirmed his phone no longer worked. He stared at the hotel room phone when it began ringing.
“Hello?” he said, his mind racing when he couldn’t think of anyone who knew he was here. Although it could just be the front desk.
“Hi, Marc,” London’s sultry voice breathed into his ear. “It looks like the best I can offer at this hour are cold sandwiches. Do you prefer ham or roast beef?”
“Yes to both,” he said, untangling the cord and backing up until he sat on the edge of his bed.
Her melodic laughter caused his insides to tighten. London had a voice hot enough for phone sex.
“All right,” she agreed. “Cheddar, Swiss?”
“Pile it on there, darling. I’m a starving man. Make yourself a sandwich, too, and charge it to my room.”
“Whatever you wish.” She sounded incredibly cheerful.
“I’ll remember you said that.” He grinned at the silence that followed. She wasn’t shooting him down, and rendering her speechless didn’t bother him at all. “Do I have time for a shower?”
“Sure. I’ll make you a plate and have it ready for you when you come down.”
“Don’t leave before I come down.”
Again that silence. “Promise?” he pressed.
“Okay,” she offered, the one word barely a whisper.
If she wanted to play hard to get, Marc didn’t have a problem with that. He saw the interest in her eyes. The way they glowed when he caught her watching him earlier offered him all the information he needed for now. It wasn’t as if he wanted a relationship. Women like London wouldn’t jump at an affair, which also added to her list of appealing qualities.