“Oh my God.” Alison felt the breath she had been holding escape.
“You ok?” Drew asked.
She nodded. “I had no idea it was going to be like this. Do you deal with this all the time?”
Hunter chuckled. “When we are together or have press events. We seem to have a way of drawing a crowd.”
She realized Drew was still holding her hand. She didn’t let it go.
The doors retracted and deposited them in the penthouse suite of the Rapture.
Alison’s jaw dropped. She’d never seen anything like it in her life.
Hunter walked to the bar. “I think our first day in Vegas calls for a celebration.” He poured a round of drinks and handed one to Alison and then Drew.
“What should we toast to?” Drew asked, holding his glass in the air.
Alison felt the heat of their stares fall on her. She was at a loss for words. They had a way of making that happen. Being around them lately made her feel like she had so much to learn about herself.
“To a mutually successful weekend.” Hunter winked.
Drew laughed. “In every way.”
Alison knew she was blushing. “Yes. To your happy shareholders. And to as many donations as we can get for the foundation.”
She sipped the vodka before choking. It was straight. She stared at Hunter. “You didn’t add a mixer?”
“It’s Vegas, baby. We drink the most expensive liquor there is. I’m not going to ruin it with watered down soda.”
The elevator chimed behind them. The valet entered the suite with two brass carts full of luggage. Drew handed him a hundred and sent him back to the lobby.
“You’re a generous tipper,” Alison complimented him.
“I’m generous in a lot of ways.”
“I’m sure.” She stepped around him, reaching for her bag. “I think I’ll find my room and change.”
“We have a working lunch meeting in half an hour, but we’ll be back in plenty of time to take you to the cocktail reception. Douglas packed something short and elegant for you,” Hunter explained. “Wear it.”
Alison felt her back stiffen. “You don’t trust me to choose my own clothes?”
“It’s not that he doesn’t trust you.” Drew walked next to her, brushing the hair from her shoulder. “It’s that he likes it when he can see your legs. I do too.”
“Maybe I want to wear pants,” she smarted. She didn’t know why she was suddenly testing them.
Drew leaned toward her ear. “But we can’t do what we did last night if you’re wearing pants.”
Alison swallowed hard. Shit. What was he doing to her? Her nipples were tight buds, straining under her lacy bra.
“That was a one-time thing,” she whispered.
Hunter strolled to her other side. His hand found her hip. He tugged the suitcase from her hand. His palm slid against her ass, cupping it.
“You don’t want to come like that again?” His fingers curled around to the inside of her thigh and she held her breath. The side of his hand pressed between her legs, firm against her heat.
She whimpered.
Hunter’s lips coasted over her neck. “I asked you something. Do you want to come like that again?”