"You've even had a repeat caller..." Greyson was saying something, but I was more focused on the way he was actually speaking and the way he enunciated his words. The way he said, fair enough...
"I'm sorry, sir, can you repeat that?"
"Which part?" he asked.
"The last part where you said fair enough."
"Fair enough?"
"Yeah, that's it." I totally knew that voice. "It's you. You're Michael." Greyson straightened.
"It's my middle name."
"Was this all just some test?" I was totally confused. Then, as if in reply, he reached up and cupped my face then brought his lips to mine.
"No test." He kissed me. "Oh, love." He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth to explore. He pulled back for the briefest of a moment, and I could already feel a slight tingle from where he had kissed me. "Too fast?"
I nodded. "A little."
He pulled back. "I'll slow down."
"I didn't say that. I just said it was a little fast." This time I leaned in and initiated the kiss. He trailed his lips down my cheek and brought his lips to my ear and then softly peppered kisses behind my lobe. I squirmed. "What is this?" I asked.
"Not sure, but we'll find out together." He moved his mouth back to mine, sliding one hand to the nape of my neck, he held me close as he slowly ravaged my senses. "Juliet," he whispered. "Dear, dear, Juliet."
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Singles Week
Lia Fairchild
When Meg’s best friend tricks her into meeting for a singles week, she expects nothing more than mindless fun. Until a stranger across the room changes everything.
1
My face flames. How long has he been staring at me? At the other end of the bar, is confidence in a suit. Short brown hair with a slight wave on the top, intense eyes, and broad shoulders. And apparently, he likes what he sees. He grins and I return
it, feeling a flutter in my stomach. But there’s probably twenty people crammed in between him and me, so I don’t see him making the effort to come over.
He chuckles as I struggle to flag down the bartender.
I’ve been standing at the ridiculously over-crowded—and loud—bar for five minutes, trying to order drinks for Kel and me, but the bartender didn’t get the memo. This is what I get for letting Kel trick me into this singles week. She already reserved our spaces at this hotel, and I had my flight before I found out what we were doing. Girls bonding weekend, my ass. She’s in the lobby calling her office. We were about to head to a speed dating event in one of the conference rooms.
A gorgeous redhead slinks up to mystery man and speaks in his ear. Shaking his head, he says something back to her before she walks away. That’s right. He’s mine. Though I’d settle for any schmo that brings me a freaking drink. “Hey!” I yell to the bartender as he whips by to grab beers for another group.
After he drops them in front of two busty gigglers, he goes over to suit guy and after exchanging a few words, the bartender looks at me—what the heck—then nods before heading over.