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Kayla stretched and looked up at the time on the projected clock on the wall. It was twelve past ten. She got out of bed and padded on the plush carpet into the en suite bathroom, taking in her appearance in the large mirror covering the wall on top of the vanity. She watched her face turn beet red when she recalled how wanton she had behaved in the club and in the car on their way to the hotel.
Trying to seduce Dean with her dirty dancing, begging for a fuck, shamelessly doing that with a chauffeur present, inviting Dean into her room for an obvious fuck, and the most humiliating of all…getting rejected. She had been so mortified she hadn’t been able to sleep for a long time. How could she? But then, when it came to Dean, she didn’t really care where she was or who was present. She just needed to feel him inside her. She knew what Dean was doing…trying to steer their relationship away from sex.
“Oh my God!” Kayla muttered aloud as she stepped into the shower, wondering how Dean would perceive her now.
Just as she was coming out of the shower, she heard a knock on her door and knew it was none other than Dean. Not wanting a repeat of what had happened the last time she had gone straight to open her door to Dean from the shower, Kayla pulled on a pantie, bra, and a long clingy t-shirt and went to open the door. It was a waiter with a trolley of assorted dishes.
“I’ve been asked to bring this here Ma’am.” The waiter said.
Kayla opened the door wider for him to enter and heard Dean’s voice in the hallway, talking on his phone. Kayla went to stand just outside the door and looked at him, willing herself not to drool. Was there ever a time that Dean didn’t look sexy and commanding? This morning he was in blue jeans and a grey long-sleeved Henley shirt and boots. He looked totally hot. When Dean spotted Kayla, he walked over to her and drew her into his arms, still talking to whoever was on the phone. When the waiter came out, Dean tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder, not even once releasing his hold on Kayla, and reached into his pocket for some money to tip the waiter.
“Listen, Nish, let’s discuss it over dinner tomorrow at eight p. m. in my hotel. See you then.”
Dean hanged up and drew Kayla into the room, closed the door behind them, and promptly pulled her back into his arms. Kayla tightened her arms around him, loving the steady beat of his heart in her ear. And he smelled divine. God, how she loved him.
“Did you sleep well?” Dean asked, dropping a kiss on her forehead when she looked up and nodded. “At least one of us did.” He muttered making Kayla laugh.
“And whose fault was that?” She drawled.
“Let’s eat,” Dean said deliberately changing the subject. “We’re going on a desert safari afterward.”
“Really? Great! What should I wear?” Kayla asked looking excited.
“I’ll pick something for you when we finish eating,” Dean said drawing Kayla to the dining area.
After the delicious meal, they both went up to the bedroom and Dean made a beeline for her closet. He chose a sexy emerald, casually cool, soft, stretchy, cotton dress with a sexy cowl back. It was ridiculously short but what Dean loved about the dress was the fact that it brought out the green in her eyes. Then he picked a black jeggings and really lovely black ankle boots. He looked at Kayla’s handbags and turned to look at her with a slight frown.
“You know what? Dress up. I’ll be right back.” Then he left a stunned-looking Kayla.
Kayla quickly dressed up, styled her hair, and made up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled with contentment. She looked good. Just as she was adding a touch of gloss to her lips, she heard Dean enter the suite. He had obviously gone with her card. Kayla shook her head in amusement, turning to watch Dean enter the bedroom with a package in his hand. He reached into it and came up with a classy, large, black Chanel leather bag with emerald edges and handles. Kayla gasped. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Dean you shouldn’t have.” She whispered, staring at the beautiful bag.
He smirked and brought out a gorgeous ultra-soft black belt, which he promptly buckled loosely around Kayla’s hips, giving her an even hotter look.
“There. That’s more like it. Now pack your stuff into the bag and let’s hit the road.” Dean said dropping a quick kiss on Kayla’s lips before stepping back. He raised a brow when he realized Kayla was rooted to where she stood.
“Thank you.” She said softly.
“You are most welcome darling. Now move.”
Kayla laughed softly and begun putting her stuff into her new bag. The bag was so sweet she could probably just sit and stare at it for hours. She knew it must have cost a fortune and though she felt guilty for accepting it, she felt some kind of joy within that Dean would actually go to such lengths just to make her look and feel good. Though this caring Dean was refreshing, he left Kayla even more confused. With a sigh, she followed Dean out the door.