His For The Night (3 page)

“Don’t worry, hun. You’ll
be a lot drunker.” Lacey laughed and hung up, and Holly jumped up.
She turned on the clock radio next to her bed and searched for a
station playing some Top 40. As soon as she heard Katy Perry
screaming that she had kissed a girl, she stopped turning and
started dancing around, singing to herself. She walked to the
bathroom and let out a loud exclamation at how luxurious it looked.
This life she could get used to. She looked at the time and decided
to have a bath instead of a shower, and as she relaxed in the
bubbles and closed her eyes, the face of the man from the elevator
popped into her mind. She groaned to herself and allowed herself to
daydream about him for a few minutes. As she found her hand
reaching for her breast, she quickly sat up and started scrubbing
herself. Now was not the time to be indulging to fantasies, she
told herself and tried to erase the man’s glinting eyes from her
mind.

Chapter 3

To: Holly Craven

From: Spencer
Giovanni

Day and Time: Friday
8:30pm

Ms. Craven,

This is a reminder that you
should be in the office at 7:00am sharp. I have scheduled a call
with the London office for 07:15am and will not be happy if you are
not settled in, with your coffee, by then.

Spencer Giovanni

Holly rolled her eyes as
she read the newest email from her boss. He was really starting to
get on her nerves, and she had a nagging feeling that she should
start looking for a new job. She could only imagine how old and
crotchety he was. He was most probably nearing retirement and would
go on and on about how hard he had to work as a little boy in the
early 1900’s. Maybe he’d throw in a story about his family
emigrating from Italy. She sighed - she could already imagine how
boring and exhausting the job was going to be. But at least it paid
well. She had to keep thinking about the paychecks. She had been
offered a starting salary of $70,000, and she felt like she was on
her way to being a millionaire. She had never made so much money in
her life before. She could finally start paying off her student
loans. She deleted the email without replying and grinned at the
hot girl she saw in the mirror, reapplied some red lipstick, and
got ready to leave. She was glad that she had freshened up and
gotten dressed up for the night because she knew she looked
sophisticated and sexy. She was going to have some fun tonight and
forget all her other worries.

“Hey, Lacey, I’m going to
the front lobby now. I can’t wait to see you in a few minutes.”
Holly left a message on Lacey’s voicemail, grabbed her bag, and
swayed out of her hotel room with very definite pep in her
step.

As she waited for the
elevator to arrive, she tapped her foot to the silent beat she
heard in her head. She was ready to hit the dance-floor and dance
the night away. Her stomach growled, and she realized that she was
also in desperate need of some food, and she was laughing to
herself when the elevator arrived.

“Why, don’t you clean up
well?” A voice drawled, and she nearly groaned as she looked up and
saw the man from the lobby standing there waiting for
her.

“Are you spying on me?” She
hissed, trying not to notice how smart he looked in his black
suit.

“I have better things to do
with my time, my dear.”

“Yeah, sure, like going to
a business meeting?” She looked him up and down, and he laughed at
her disdainful look.

“I suppose all the men you
know spend the evening in jeans and a T-shirt?” He scoffed at her,
and she felt her face burning.

“If you mean I date
down-to-earth guys, then yes, I do.” She rolled her eyes at him and
started playing around with her handbag, pretending to be looking
for something, so that she could ignore him.

“Big date tonight?” He
cocked his head, and she felt his eyes run over her body. Her
nerves tingled at his slow, deliberate gaze. His eyes rested on her
partially exposed breasts, and she watched as he licked his lips.
She briefly wondered what it would feel like to have his lips on
her, and she shook her head, annoyed at herself.

“No.” Her reply was
no-nonsense and abrupt.

“But surely you have big
plans for the night? No?” He looked at her curiously. “You don’t
seem to be the sort of girl who would get this dressed up just for
some dinner at Applebees.”

“Excuse me?” She gasped.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He chuckled at her
indignant tone. “Well, most girls like you….”

“Like me?” Her voice rose.
“What sort of girl am I?”

“You tell me.” He sidled up
next to her and whispered. “Are you the sort of girl that I could
pay to have dinner with me tonight?”

“What?” She frowned, and as
realization dawned on her and she figured out what he had just
said, she gasped and pushed him away from her. “How dare you, you
insufferable brute.”

“Oh, I dare very much so.”
He grinned at her and leaned in towards her face. She felt his
green eyes bore into her, and there was a challenge in their glint.
She felt her lips tremble as she realized just how close he was to
her. She could feel the warmth of his chest against her breasts,
and if she moved one inch forward, their lips would be touching.
“How much for the night?”

Holly gasped and was about
to reach up and slap him, but he caught her arm before she was able
to. “Or should I say, how much for the weekend?”

“I’m not a prostitute, you
asshole.” She screeched at him.

“I never said you were.” He
laughed and moved back from her.

“And even if I was, what
does that say about you – that you would be willing to hook up with
a hooker?”

“Do I look like the sort of
man who needs a hooker?” He laughed and ran his hands through his
silky, glistening hair. “I have supermodels on my speed dial and
actresses begging me to take them on dates.”

“Yeah, right.” Holly faked
a look of disbelief even though she believed what he said. The man
was gorgeous, oozed sex appeal, and was obviously extremely
wealthy. She knew that there were many women who would put up with
him being an ass just to be with him. Even if only for one night.
She would never date a man like him though. He was too cocky, too
rude and arrogant, and he made her blood boil. She tried to ignore
the fact that she was intensely attracted to him and that her body
ached for his touch. She was mad at her body for her betraying her
and finding him attractive. She knew that he was able to see the
perkiness of her nipples and the throbbing in her throat, and she
could feel her face flush red. Damn her body for feeling horny
right now. She knew, of course, that she was only horny because she
hadn’t had sex in ages. It was not because he was irresistible.
Definitely not. He was just an arrogant prick. And no, she didn’t
want to see it either.

“What’s your name?” He
asked her huskily. She looked up at him to see if she could see
desire in his face, but all she saw was mire. He looked like he was
laughing at her, and she frowned.

“None of your
business.”

“I suppose names aren’t
really important in your world, are they, Vixen?” He purred, and
she was about to turn around and give him a taste of her best curse
words when the elevator arrived at the ground floor. She hurried
out as dignified as she could in her high heels and prayed that for
once Lacey would keep her word and would be waiting outside in a
limo with Lewis.

It was bound to happen; it
was nature’s way of telling Holly that everything could go wrong
would go wrong, and as she tripped on her own feet and went falling
to the ground, Holly closed her eyes and prayed that the ground
would swallow her up.

“I do believe you’re trying
to get my attention, aren’t you?” His voice mocked her, and she
felt his warm, strong hands helping her up.

“Why would I want your
attention?” She glared at him and pulled away as she regained her
balance.

“Maybe because you’re
trying to make a move on me.”

“You wish.”

“Would it be so
bad?”

“Would what be so bad?” She
sighed, not knowing what he was talking about. She was starting to
feel light-headed and irritable.

“Spending the night with
me?” He cocked his head and stared at her with a half-smile as she
took in what he had said.

“Are you joking?” She
paused, unsure of what to say. Maybe this was fate, she thought to
herself. Maybe I’m meant to have some hot sex with this man and
just get it out of my system.

“Do you want me to be
joking?”

“I don’t even know you.”
She spoke slowly, unsure.

“But you’re attracted to
me, no?”

“No, I don’t know.” Her
voice was soft, and she looked around to see if anyone was watching
them. “I don’t even know your name.” She looked up at him
expectantly, and he smiled.

“Do we really want to
exchange names, Vixen?”

“I think I already know
yours, Don Juan.” She rolled her eyes and pulled her phone out of
her bag. “Look, it was nice of you to help me again, Mr.
whatever-your-name is, but I have to go.”

“So quickly?” He looked
surprised, and she wanted to laugh. She wouldn’t have been
surprised if she was the first woman to turn him down. She had to
admit to herself that that knowledge gave her a certain
thrill.

“See ya.”

“Until you trip again,
Vixen.” He chuckled after her, and she made sure to walk carefully
as she left him standing there.
Score one
for me
, she thought happily though she
felt a bit disappointed that he hadn’t come after her and tried to
persuade her to spend more time with him. It wasn’t that she wanted
to sleep with him or anything, but there was a certain satisfaction
in having a hot man desire her. And that was one thing Don Juan had
going for him: his sensual, handsome looks. You could forget his
arrogant personality while you were in bed with him, being
pleasured by him. She groaned at her thoughts. She needed to forget
the man with his come hither eyes that screamed out to her inner
woman.

Holly’s phone started
ringing, and she answered it quickly, hoping that Lacey was telling
her to hurry up. “I’ll be right outside. I tripped, and this
insufferable brute came to help me. But he was mocking me more than
helping, and he….”

“Holly, I’m so sorry. We
are running late.” Lacey interrupted her, giggling. “We got offered
free tattoos, so we decided to….”

“You what?” Holly’s voice
rose in anger. “Do you know how hungry I am?!”

“Don’t be mad. You can get
one as well.”

“Lacey, I couldn’t care
less that you got a tattoo. I’m hungry, bored, and upset, and I
have been waiting on you all evening. How could you be so selfish?”
Her voice was loud and full of disgust as she leaned against the
wall outside the hotel. She turned slightly to the right, and she
saw Don Juan and groaned. He was staring at her with one eyebrow
raised, and he mouthed something to her. She glared at him and
turned away and lowered her voice. “When are you going to be here?”
She hissed as her stomach grumbled again. “And by the way, I am
really upset right now, so don’t say an hour.”

There was a long pause on
the phone, and Lacey cleared her throat before starting to talk.
“I’m so sorry, Holly, we totally messed up. I’m not sure how long
we are going to be. Can you go and grab some food, and then we can
go out dancing?”

“Are you joking?” Holly’s
voice rose again. “You know what – forget it, I’ll see you later.”
And with that, Holly hung up the phone. She leaned back and closed
her eyes. Well, there went her night. She was going to go back to
her room, pull off the uncomfortable high heels she was wearing,
rip off er too-tight black dress, and she was going to relax. She’d
order room service and watch some Law & Order: SVU reruns on
TV.

“Your client cancel on
you?” The slow drawl startled her, and she screamed as she opened
her eyes.

“Don’t creep up on me like
that.” She snarled at him angrily. “Why are you always around? Are
you some sort of psycho or something?”

“Do you think I’d tell you
if I was?” He laughed and shook his head as he surveyed her. “It
does look like it isn’t your day today, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, shut up.” She sighed
and leaned back against the wall again. “You have no
idea.”

“Oh?” His interest was
piqued, and he looked at her curiously. “I’ve been told I have a
good ear if you want to talk.”

“Don’t you have something
to do?” She looked at him in surprise. “I mean, aside from come to
my rescue and bothering me.”

“I was meant to go to
dinner with a business partner.” He smiled. “But it seems like he
is otherwise engaged.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. It’s unfortunate that
I flew here just for this meeting, but what can you do?” He shook
his head with a wry smile. “Would you like to accompany me to
dinner, and you can tell me what ails you?”