CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ece saw the number on her phone and cringed. She knew it was coming. She'd been expecting it, and she'd been expecting to be gone. Unfortunately, her flights had been delayed, and now she would be forced to fulfill this last obligation.

"Hello."

"I'm here for that dinner date, Ece. Let's go." His tone was demanding. Commanding. Deep and guttural.

"Fine, but I have a flight back to London in the morning. We're not staying out late."

"I'm in the lobby."

She hung up, checking herself in the mirror. She wasn't overly concerned with how she looked. After all, this wasn't a date-date. It was a payment. Smoothing the black dress over her curves, she pushed the long tendrils from her face and grabbed her clutch.

As she made her way down to the lobby, she realized that she had no idea what Eddie looked like. He had a thick, velvety voice that rumbled her insides, forcing her loins to do backflips. With her luck, he'd be a bridge troll with a tiny dick.

When the doors to the elevator opened, she pushed forward, looking both ways. Standing in the lobby, she scanned the people, most of whom were couples. As she reached for her phone, she felt someone behind her.

"You look fucking delicious, and I'm going to enjoy every morsel, every nibble of you tonight," said the familiar voice. She grinned, turning.

"Eddie, I…" Ece was stunned. Eddie didn't just have a sexy voice. This man was sex on a stick. Sex on a chocolate stick. A big, long, delicious chocolate stick. His skin was the color of ebony, his eyes big with long, thick lashes. His hair was shaved close to his head, the glow of the evening lights shining on his skin.

"Something you want to say, beautiful?"

"You're not what I expected," she smiled.

"You're exactly what I expected, but then again, I knew what you looked like."

"How?"

"You're a writer, Ece. Your photo is in the papers almost every week. I knew what you looked like. I'd also seen you at some company functions."

"Why didn't I see you?" she frowned.

"That's a good question. Now, we can either go on to our reservation for dinner, or we can go upstairs, order room service, and let me rip off those fucking clothes and make your body mine."

Everything in Ece's body was singing. Everything. Her nipples, her pussy, her clit. Everything.

"Option two."