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her bra and pulled her dress back up over her chest. She adjusted the skirt while I dealt with cleaning myself up enough to walk through the lobby of the hotel.
    “I told the driver to park and leave us be . That we would exit when we were ready.”
    She shook her head . “I can only imagine what that poor man thinks of us,” She said, reaching for her purse and pulling her little sweater back on.
    “He thinks I gave him a good tip to simply sit in a parking lot like he was doing back at the bar.”
    She scoffed and pushed open the limo door.
    We reached the elevator and she watched me as I reached out to press the button to which floor I intended us to go to. If she thought that I wasn’t planning to take her back to my room, then she had lost her mind. I hit the 20 th floor button and her brows arched.
    “You have a suite?” she asked.
    “Yep, I do.”
    “What if I wanted to go back to my little room?” she questioned.
    I closed in on her, my hands landing on her hips. “To get your things?”
    “ W-what?” she stammered slightly and it warmed my heart.
    I reached out and hit the 10 th floor button. Where her room was located “We can go get your things, then you can come back to my room.”
    Her head tilted . “You want me to stay in your room with you?”
    I laughed . “Hell yes I do, I am not even close to finished with you.”
    I never will be.
    The elevator dinged and opened up to her floor. I followed her to her room.
    She had a wry smile as she opened the door.
    “It’s a bit messy,” she admitted and bit her lower lip as I followed her inside. I hadn’t noticed the discarded clothing when I picked her up earlier.
    I laughed. “Messy? I’d say a tornado came through. What the hell were you doing in here?”
    Her hands landed on her hips as I surveyed her room. “I was trying to figure out what to wear.”
    I grinned at her . “For me,” I stated.
    It mattered for some reason. I would think her beautiful in any damn thing she put on. Of that I was sure. However, knowing that she spent her time worrying about what to wear for me, well it gave me a ridiculous amount of pleasure.
    She blew out a heavy breath and her hands fell from her hips. “Yes .”
    I studied her . She looked conflicted by her own admission. “Why does it look like you feel bad about that?”
    “Because I didn’t know then.”
    “Know what?” I asked.
    This wasn’t feeling right. Something had shifted in her and it wasn’t where I wanted her head to be at.
    She averted her eyes as she admitted what was bothering her. “That she was out of the picture.”
    I closed in on her , drawing her eyes to me. “You feel bad that you cared what you looked like because you didn’t know I was no longer married?”
    “Yes ,” she said. All playfulness and coyness were gone from her voice. “I feel guilty for wanting you for so long.”
    I cupped her cheek and she leaned into my hand. That was a good sign. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. I was the one who was married and pining for you.”
    She held my gaze as she asked, “Was it because of me?”
    My heart squeezed, but there was no way I could lie to her. “Gemma found out about you and told me I had to stop talking to you or she was gone. I wouldn’t give you up . I couldn’t, and I don’t intend to now.”
    She closed her eyes and whispered , “You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”
    " I would have said them a year ago when I first felt them, but I was struggling with my morals and what to do about Gemma. Things had been rocky long before I met you.” She stared at me, that unsure look flashing in her eyes. It wasn’t an easy thing to explain, and I hadn’t been honest with her about my wife. “From now on I refuse to hide anything from you.”
    The unease in her eyes seemed to retreat , her lips a step away from a smile as she asked, “Promise?”
    I nodded . “I promise. Now, get your sweet ass in the bathroom and collect your things the