thank you. As long as I have good strong coffee, I’ll be fine.”
“If you will sign for the meal, miss.”
Silence.
“Thank you, Nadira.”
“Thank you, miss. Have a good day.”
A moment later, the door closed.
“The coast is clear,” Laura called in a hushed voice.
He slipped into his jeans, zipped them, then stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of coffee luring him.
There on a large oval tray sat a plate with scrambled eggs, toast, and half a grapefruit. There was one cup, one set of silverware, one pot of coffee.
He picked up a piece of toast, took a bite. “This looks good, but what are you going to eat?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Javier prepared to return to his own room. Laura needed to get ready for a business meeting with her security team at nine and another with her bosses at the network at ten.
“What’s your room number? I’ll give you a buzz when I’m done.”
“You do that.” He gave her his room number, leaned down, and kissed her, some part of him reluctant to go.
He hit the gym, running a quick four miles on the treadmill and then doing his upper-body workout with free weights. His body felt great—strong, relaxed, in the zone.
That’s because you got laid last night, chacho .
Hell, yeah, he had.
Vitamin P—it does a body good.
That’s what Murphy, Delta Platoon’s sniper, always said.
When he finished with his third set, Javier returned to his room and took a long, cool shower, rinsing away the sweat. He could still smell Laura on his skin, her musky scent making him half-hard. He dried off, dressed, ordered breakfast from room service, then sat down to check his email. By the time he’d finished, it was almost eleven, and he was beginning to feel restless, cooped up.
Chill out, brother. She’ll call.
And if she didn’t?
If she didn’t, that was fine. They’d had a great time last night. Sure, he’d love to spend tonight in her bed. He was a straight, red-blooded male after all, and Laura was a whole lot more than he’d bargained for in the best possible way. But if she wasn’t up for another round, he’d find some other way to pass the time.
It was almost noon when his phone finally rang.
“Meet me out front.” It was Laura, her voice hushed. “We’ll catch a cab to a place where we can be seen together. And Javier?”
He shoved his wallet in his back jeans pocket, grabbed his cell phone and his room key card. “Yeah?”
“Hurry! It’s hot out here.”
He found her standing in the shade outside the main doors, and damned if she didn’t look cute. She was dressed in a hot pink V-neck T-shirt, a pair of designer jeans, and heels, a leather handbag on her shoulder, her long hair hanging down her back in pale blond waves. Somehow she managed to make even denim look classy.
She smiled at him from behind a pair of sunglasses, those dimples appearing in her cheeks. “Let’s go.”
He was struck by how young she looked, more like a college girl and less like an ass-kicking journalist. Then again, he had no idea how old she truly was. Watching her on TV, seeing her dressed in tailored pantsuits, he’d assumed she was in her thirties, but now he was almost afraid to guess.
A cab pulled up to the curb, and they climbed inside. She spoke in what sounded like Arabic to the driver, who grinned and shot out into traffic, his radio playing Top 40 hits from the ’80s.
Javier resisted the urge to reach for her, to touch her. “Do I get to know where we’re going, or is that a surprise?”
She smiled again. “You’ll see.”
They spent the next couple of hours at the Dubai Aquarium with its underwater tunnel. As amazing as the aquarium and underwater zoo were, Javier had spent his fair share of time diving, so the experience didn’t give him the thrill that it seemed to give Laura, who smiled and laughed as a shark swam back and forth above their heads. Still, he wasn’t about to complain. He had fun watching her have fun.
They grabbed a
“If you will sign for the meal, miss.”
Silence.
“Thank you, Nadira.”
“Thank you, miss. Have a good day.”
A moment later, the door closed.
“The coast is clear,” Laura called in a hushed voice.
He slipped into his jeans, zipped them, then stepped out of the bathroom, the scent of coffee luring him.
There on a large oval tray sat a plate with scrambled eggs, toast, and half a grapefruit. There was one cup, one set of silverware, one pot of coffee.
He picked up a piece of toast, took a bite. “This looks good, but what are you going to eat?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Javier prepared to return to his own room. Laura needed to get ready for a business meeting with her security team at nine and another with her bosses at the network at ten.
“What’s your room number? I’ll give you a buzz when I’m done.”
“You do that.” He gave her his room number, leaned down, and kissed her, some part of him reluctant to go.
He hit the gym, running a quick four miles on the treadmill and then doing his upper-body workout with free weights. His body felt great—strong, relaxed, in the zone.
That’s because you got laid last night, chacho .
Hell, yeah, he had.
Vitamin P—it does a body good.
That’s what Murphy, Delta Platoon’s sniper, always said.
When he finished with his third set, Javier returned to his room and took a long, cool shower, rinsing away the sweat. He could still smell Laura on his skin, her musky scent making him half-hard. He dried off, dressed, ordered breakfast from room service, then sat down to check his email. By the time he’d finished, it was almost eleven, and he was beginning to feel restless, cooped up.
Chill out, brother. She’ll call.
And if she didn’t?
If she didn’t, that was fine. They’d had a great time last night. Sure, he’d love to spend tonight in her bed. He was a straight, red-blooded male after all, and Laura was a whole lot more than he’d bargained for in the best possible way. But if she wasn’t up for another round, he’d find some other way to pass the time.
It was almost noon when his phone finally rang.
“Meet me out front.” It was Laura, her voice hushed. “We’ll catch a cab to a place where we can be seen together. And Javier?”
He shoved his wallet in his back jeans pocket, grabbed his cell phone and his room key card. “Yeah?”
“Hurry! It’s hot out here.”
He found her standing in the shade outside the main doors, and damned if she didn’t look cute. She was dressed in a hot pink V-neck T-shirt, a pair of designer jeans, and heels, a leather handbag on her shoulder, her long hair hanging down her back in pale blond waves. Somehow she managed to make even denim look classy.
She smiled at him from behind a pair of sunglasses, those dimples appearing in her cheeks. “Let’s go.”
He was struck by how young she looked, more like a college girl and less like an ass-kicking journalist. Then again, he had no idea how old she truly was. Watching her on TV, seeing her dressed in tailored pantsuits, he’d assumed she was in her thirties, but now he was almost afraid to guess.
A cab pulled up to the curb, and they climbed inside. She spoke in what sounded like Arabic to the driver, who grinned and shot out into traffic, his radio playing Top 40 hits from the ’80s.
Javier resisted the urge to reach for her, to touch her. “Do I get to know where we’re going, or is that a surprise?”
She smiled again. “You’ll see.”
They spent the next couple of hours at the Dubai Aquarium with its underwater tunnel. As amazing as the aquarium and underwater zoo were, Javier had spent his fair share of time diving, so the experience didn’t give him the thrill that it seemed to give Laura, who smiled and laughed as a shark swam back and forth above their heads. Still, he wasn’t about to complain. He had fun watching her have fun.
They grabbed a
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