Unscripted (4 page)

“
How’s your food, Holliday?”

Lifting my head up from the plate, I paused a moment before answering. Ronan was sitting back in his chair, sipping another glass of champagne and eyeing me intently. I felt my breath hitch as I tried to speak.
Chew. Chew. Chew and Swallow. Do not fucking choke in front of this gorgeous man.

“
It’s very good. Thank you,” I said as he poured more bubbly goodness into my glass.

“
Holliday, you mentioned you didn’t have the proper accessories to wear the dress. May I ask what accessories you needed?”

Without hesitation, I began. “My shoes are all wrong. The dress requires a strappy black heel, maybe silver for a touch of metallic sparkle. All that I had with me were these black pumps. I didn’t have time to shop or run over to my sister’s to grab another pair. The jewels should be delicate like the fabric of the dress. Perhaps a small diamond bracelet and diamond earrings that dangle. Nothing ornate, something simple and classic to compliment the cascading ruffles on the neckline. There was one more thing, my undergarments, but that is way too personal to discuss with you. It’s… it’s a girl thing.”

My slight neurosis for specifics just spilled all over this elegant table. Flexing his long fingers and then wrapping them around his glass, Ronan stared at me, seducing me with his dazzling dark eyes. They shined, not like emeralds, rather like an unknown jewel, something that has yet to be discovered.

Jesus Christ! I think I had an orgasm from him eye fucking the shit out of me just then.

Ronan leaned closer to me. Subtle and crisp, his scent enveloped me and tickled my nose. It was intoxicating, like an exotic flower placing me under its magical spell. “I’d love nothing more than to discuss your personal girl things with you, Holliday, paying careful attention to your undergarments,” he whispered harshly as he ran his hand up my thigh.

Oh my.

“
Do you say these sorts of things to all the women you wine and dine?” I scoffed.

“
What do you mean exactly, Holliday?”

“
The models. The actresses. Whomever.” I sucked in a breath as his hand continued to stroke my thigh.

“
This is not a ploy, Holliday. I find you quite… alluring. I find myself drawn to you.”

“
Alluring? You find me
alluring
, Mr. Connolly?”

Oh Christ, give me a break, that’s a total line. Isn’t it?

“
Holliday, please call me Ronan.” He stood up and reached his hand out to me as he asked warmly, “Follow me, please?”

I placed my hand in his and he led me back to the living room. Taking a seat on the tufted beige sofa I watched him pour two glasses of dark liquid from a cut glass bottle. I assumed it was Irish whiskey. Peering out the large window that overlooked the city, I noticed it was snowing heavily now, a near white out. I couldn’t even see Central Park. Ronan handed me a glass. I inhaled the smoky flavor and took a sip of the delicious and smooth liquid. It slid down my throat and into my stomach where it instantly warmed my insides.

“
Holliday, will you indulge me?” he said as he took a seat in the armchair across from me. My pulse accelerated. Watching Ronan sipping his drink, I asked, “Maybe, what does this indulgence of yours require?”

“
Go to your room. Slip the dress on, only the dress. No shoes. No jewels. No intimates. And return as quickly as possible. Dessert will be arriving shortly.” His irresistible accent was firm. Those dark eyes blazed into me, and I was enticed by this request.

I agreed and Dean escorted me back to my room. He waited outside as I quickly changed. I did everything Ronan asked except I kept my panties on and wore my slippers back to the penthouse. I wasn’t about to walk barefoot through the hotel. When I arrived back to the penthouse, Ronan was still sitting in the chair where I’d left him. As I kicked off my slippers in the entryway, I could feel his molten stare upon me, burning into my body. I felt a flush blooming across my chest. Tipping my head in his direction, I watched Ronan take a sip of the dark liquid and push to his feet before buttoning his jacket. He stalked towards me as I entered the living room. I stopped. My lips parted as the quietest of whimpers escaped me, and he began to circle me like I was his prey. Nervous, but unafraid, I felt a deep ache in my thighs that spread upward. He slowly skimmed his hand up one of my arms and then the other. He then stood behind me, brushing my hair off my neck with his long fingers and whispering, “You look positively beautiful.”

I could smell he whiskey on his breath as the words rolled off his tongue. A chill curled up my spine, and I swear to God it made my nipples harden.

“
Please join me in the dining room for some dessert.”

I returned to my seat from earlier, still pulled out and waiting for my arrival. In front of me was a mouthwatering slice of New York cheesecake drizzled with a light raspberry glaze.

“
Please sit. Eat. Enjoy. Now I can spend the next few moments enjoying the sight of you wearing that dress and another few imaging how I can get you out of it.”

I nearly choked on a piece of cheesecake as I heard those words fall from his perfect lips. Lips so beautiful that I desperately wanted to kiss them. I felt very hot and wet, so very wet at the thought of fucking Ronan Connolly. But then something in my brain snapped, and I got angry. My temper flared. If he thinks he can just buy me a dress, treat me to one delicious dinner and turn on the fuck me eyes, I’m a cheaper date than I ever thought I was. I pushed back my plate and finished my glass of champagne with one sip.
No sense in letting these expensive bubbles go to waste.

“
Mr. Connolly…
Ronan
. I’m not going to let you fuck me tonight. What I am going to do is give you the image of me walking right out that door wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties.”

I lifted the dress, the simply gorgeous dress that matched his eyes, over my head and flung it over the sofa as I sauntered to the door. I walked a little slower than normal, giving him a lasting impression of my body. I saw Dean standing at the door. He was visibly shocked and turned around quickly as to not peek at my gorgeous but somewhat scarred physique.

“
No need to be embarrassed Dean, might as well take a peek of the goods,” I said sharply. “I would like to go back to my room if you don’t mind.”

I grabbed my clutch off the credenza in the foyer and folded my arms over my breasts as Dean opened the door for me. Ronan said nothing. He just stared at me blankly, running his hand through his beautiful luscious curls. I walked out the door and straight into the elevator, which thank God was empty. Dean took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around me. I nodded and smiled.

As we rode the elevator again in silence I couldn’t help but smirk. Biting my lower lip, I thought about how
that
simple act had made me feel empowered, unafraid and in control. That was, without question, the most in control of a situation I’d felt in a long time, and I needed that. As much as I desired to fuck Ronan Connolly, and believe me I’d imagined it many times, I’d be damned if I was going to let him make me just another nameless notch on his bed.

Dean walked me to my room, and I went inside to grab my robe. I quickly returned to the door, saying thank you and goodnight, while handing Dean back his heavy jacket. He turned to walk away but stopped, and then he said, “Miss Prescott, if it means anything to you, Mr. Connolly
is
a good man. He doesn’t do much dating because of the girls. I’ve never seen him invite a woman to dinner while he’s with his children. I just thought you should know. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Fuck.
Well now I felt a little bad, maybe really bad. I’d just blown off the hottest man I’d ever met.
Could I have been wrong?
No, I was sure Dean was paid to say that stuff to get women to go back to Ronan once he’d insulted them. It was probably all just a Hollywood game.

I woke up to the sound of someone knocking at my door. Lifting my head, I spied through squinting eyes that my bed was torn apart. Sitting up I noticed my pussy was aching. The back of my hair was soaking wet and so were my arms.
What the fuck happened?
There were a few more raps on my door. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was nearly eight in the morning.

“
Just a moment, please. I’ll be right there.”

It was way too early for someone to be bothering me on a Sunday. I opened the door to find a man in his mid-twenties with shoulder length blonde hair holding a large vase filled with red and white roses.

“
Holliday Prescott?” he asked.

“
Yes, that’s me.”

“
These are for you,” he said, shoving the glass into my hands.

“
Thank you,” I said and shut the door. I already knew who they were from. I didn’t bother to read the card attached.

Fucking typical.

Setting the vase down on the glass table I looked outside. Central Park was covered in a pristine white blanket, but the streets were pretty clear. The salt trucks had been busy. Still, there were very few cars out and hardly anyone walking around, but then again it was early. Maybe everyone just wanted to be cozy in bed this cold winter morning. I flipped on the news, which was reporting three inches of snow in some areas of the city. More snow was on its way tonight.
Nice.
I love snow.

My mind began to wander, images of Ronan and I together flashed through my thoughts. I smiled, recalling our dinner together last night— I loved the way he looked at me. His masculine clean scent was invigorating. Most of all, I loved the way he touched me. All of the muscles in my pussy just clenched, and I had a familiar hum in the lower part of my belly. Crossing my arms against my bare skin, I realized I was burning up. My mind raced. I imagined Ronan and I fucking everywhere in his penthouse. Oh the filthy things we were doing to one another. The memories from the dream were so clear— my hands twisting in his hair while his hands gripped my shoulders as he licked and sucked my breasts. I envisioned my mouth on his perfect lips, only coming apart for seconds to breathe the hot air that filled the space between us. I looked at the bed dazed; shock flooded through me.
Out damn thoughts— GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Holy fuck, I’d had a goddamn sex dream about Ronan, and it had felt so real.

Staring out the window I tried to calm my scandalous thoughts. Anything to pull my mind from thinking about
him
. I thought about spending a quiet Sunday alone reading a book or perhaps hitting the spa to relax. I didn’t have to be back at Charlotte’s until after work on Monday.

The roses were pissing me off, looking so beautiful with their long stems taunting me. They were staring at me, begging me to open the card. Even though I was positive I already knew what it would say: I’M SORRY. Since I was already up and the roses caused my pumped up energy to return, I went for a quick workout in the gym. Thirty minutes on the treadmill and some circuit training would be just the thing I needed to ease my annoyed state of mind.

Revitalized after my workout, I stopped off at the café on my way back and grabbed some oatmeal and a black coffee. I was ready for a shower; I could tell my muscles were going to hurt tomorrow. Peering through the window I witnessed the streets of New York were once again filled with hustle and bustle. Not even snow and frigid temperatures could keep New Yorkers indoors.

“
Holliday! Holliday!”

I glanced to find Leah and Jade running towards me. Jade clutched my right arm tightly and Leah hugged my other arm.

“
Hi girls,” I replied cheerfully. “What are you doing up so early?”

“
Daddy is taking us to breakfast,” Leah said while Jade giggled and pushed on my chair.

Just then I felt a shadow of a man standing over me. I glanced up through my long lashes and saw Ronan looking completely irresistible. Only a Hollywood movie star could look this camera ready on a Sunday morning. He was dressed in a charcoal grey Henley, which perfectly showcased his flat stomach and glorious muscles. It was paired with dark denim jeans that hugged the shape of his strong thighs and tight ass. I wanted to rip his clothes from his body and roam every inch of him with my hands. Oh the things I’d do to this man.
Fuck him for being so damn hot.