I would go to see him in that hotel room. And hopefully, after that, all my problems would be solved.
4
Merritt
I was pacing around the hotel room, glancing at the clock every once in a while. I’d discarded my jacket twenty minutes ago and removed my tie five minutes ago. Now I was thinking about rolling my sleeves up, feeling hot and restless. Even the AC in the room couldn’t lower the temperature in my body that had risen the moment I saw her in that restaurant.
Fuck, she was beautiful. She looked all prim and proper in that dark suit with her hair placed in a bun. All I wanted was to tear her clothes off and destroy that bun. I wanted to run my hands through her long hair as I kiss the hell out of her.
What was happening to me? I was definitely losing my mind here because I wasn’t the one to get this excited about some chick.
Except that Camilla wasn’t just “some chick”. Camilla. Even her name created unusual tingles on my skin. I needed to have her. I couldn’t stop thinking about how her pussy would feel once I was inside of her. I wanted her to moan my name as I drove into her hard and fast…
I was seriously losing my mind here.
I had known it was ballsy to just show up at the luncheon like that, but I also knew that women couldn’t ignore me. I’d played my cards well. After that night, I was supposed to forget about her, but the woman was like a drug, and I couldn’t get her off my mind without getting at least one fix. That same night I had a dream about her, and the next night too.
So when I heard by accident that she was going to be at that restaurant—what a coincidence, the world was so small—I decided to approach her, to hell with the consequences.
At first, I was stumped, my cock reacting right away when I took in her appearance. She was hands down the most beautiful girl in the room. I was aware of other women gawking at me, which was quite the usual reaction wherever I went, but I had zero interest in them. I cared only about the woman who made my heart pound like a hammer, her nearness messing with my senses and mind.
I wanted to take her right then and there. Right at that table in front of everyone.
I saw it in her eyes. She was as attracted to me as I was to her, and it was all I needed to see to invite her to a hotel room, my gaze holding a promise of all the things I would do to her once she showed up.
And she would show up, of course. There was no way she wouldn’t.
Then I would fuck her brains out.
The knock on the door stopped my pacing. It was her, as expected.
I opened the door and smirked when she raised her eyes to meet mine.
“Camilla.” I gave her a once-over, noticing that she had taken off her jacket, which left her in her white blouse. I appreciated the way her blouse and skirt hugged her curves, making a mouth-watering sight.
“Hello, Merritt.”
“Thank you for coming.”
I stepped aside to let her pass and used this chance to check out her ass. Man, she was hot. Her hips swayed slightly as she walked, her legs arched beautifully in her high heels. An image of naked Camilla wearing only high heels flashed before my eyes, and my dick sprung to its full size.
Her lips curved into a half-smile. “I figured you aren’t the type who takes no for an answer.”
“What can I say? When I want something, I get it.”
“Cocky, aren’t you?”
She lowered her jacket and purse on the chair, looking at the king size bed that occupied the center of the apartment. I came right behind her, dying to kiss that sexy arch of her neck, but she moved away before I could get my hands on her, taking her cell phone out of her purse.
“Camilla?” She tapped something on her screen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m turning on a recorder.”
Say what?
“What? Why?”
She was all business now, her seductive smile long gone. She placed her phone on the coffee table and turned around to face me with her hands on her hips. “I have to say I’m honored that big Merritt Dawson, the congressman, is so interested in me.” I glanced at her phone that was recording every single word, my throat going dry.