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courage would be needed or if she’d want to decline, staying sober enough to enjoy this night.  The thought of being intimate with Kyle both excited her and scared her.  Maybe just a sip of something she convinced herself.
     
    “Sure.  Anything is fine.”
     
    Kyle came around her side and headed to the mini-fridge across the room.  He took out a handful of small liquor bottles and held them up.  “Vodka, Rum, Tequila?”
     
    Haylee wasn’t much of a drinker and all three options didn’t appeal to her.  “Vodka,” she squeaked out.  Clearing her throat, she said, “If you don’t mind.”
     
    Kyle flashed a smile at her.  “Of course not.  Sorry I don’t have anything better to offer.”  He opened the fridge and brought out a small container of orange juice.  It wasn’t much, but enough that Kyle could make two screwdrivers.  Haylee sipped her drink and walked over to the windows overlooking the city.
     
    “It’s breathtaking,” she murmured.
     
    “Yes.  Absolutely beautiful.”  Kyle stood beside her, gaze focused on her, not out the window.
     
    Haylee tipped her head toward the window. “I meant the view.”
     
    “Me too.”
     
    Haylee was losing this conversation quickly.  She couldn’t explain why she wanted to draw his attention away from her, but the enormous bed in her line of sight made her feel jumpy.  She frowned.
     
    “Haylee, it’s okay.  We don’t have to…” Kyle let his sentence drift off.  He was offering her an out, giving her permission to not go any further.  His thoughtful gesture made her want to jump him all the more.  She knocked back the rest of her drink and set the cup down on a nearby table.
     
    “Kyle, I have a confession for you as well.  This isn’t me.  I don’t go to hotel rooms with men I barely know and drink cocktails ten feet away from a bed.  I also don’t see what you find so attractive about me.  I don’t get why you want me.”  Haylee dropped her head.  She hadn’t meant to go down that familiar train of thought, but alcohol tended to make her feel sad and right now, she felt pretty low.  Her confession brought out her insecure side and a tear formed, sliding down her nose.
     
    Kyle stepped close to her, so close that the tips of his boots almost touched her toes.  She found the sight erotic for some inexplicable reason.  Her bright red toes peeping out of her heels, so feminine and dainty.  His thick black boots, so tough and manly.  It was just like the two of them; she small and insecure, Kyle tall and handsome.  Another tear fell and dropped on his boot.
     
    “Can I show you?”  Kyle reached out and caressed her cheek.  “Can I show you why I want you?”
     
    Haylee wiped her cheek and looked up at Kyle.  His eyes were forest green now, his face serious but soft.  A small, tilted smile graced his handsome face.
     
    Words didn’t come.  She was a writer by profession but in that moment, only a single phrase came to mind.  “Yes, please.”
     
    Kyle smiled wide and brought his hands up to cup her face, just as he had done earlier.  Haylee’s heart raced and her lips parted slightly.  Kyle leaned down and brushed his lips softly against hers.  Butterflies danced in Haylee’s belly at his gentle contact.  It was soft, sweet, yet it seared her with an intense heat.  She opened her mouth, inviting him in and he didn’t hesitate to take the kiss deeper, his tongue plundering her mouth.  He tasted sweet and hot.  She brought her hands up around his neck and pulled him closer, urging him to intensify the kiss.  He obliged.
     
    “You are so beautiful,” Kyle said against her lips.  He slowly turned her around so she was facing the windows that looked over the city lights.  Just over her shoulder she could see his reflection.  He lifted up her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties.  She went to cover herself, not knowing if anyone could see her.  But Kyle