Cournoyer Hotels: Date Change
Her blood ran cold. Her cursor hovered over the email and she finally double-clicked it. A sinking feeling filled her as she scanned the email. The client requested they move up the date since he needed to be in Tokyo later that month. Could they get the final contract agreements and remaining documents all done by then?
She cursed softly. Her piece was done except for a few revisions. Thank God she had worked even more extra time in the past weeks to ensure she was all set. She replied to Peterman, confirming her assignments and dates of completion, if they weren’t already done.
Surprisingly she received an immediate response.
* * *
Your presence not necessary now. Terrence can handle it. Date may not even change. Enjoy your vacation.
* * *
She sat back in the seat and stared at the screen. Enjoy her vacation? Peterman never said that, not once. Was he being sarcastic? Then his previous sentence settled in her brain. Terrence can handle it. Her blood ran cold. Shit. She and Terrence were neck and neck for the promotion, and he was giving him an unfettered chance to prove himself, and she would look bad because she wasn’t even there. She could kiss her promotion goodbye.
Dammit.
The door opened and Caroline poked her head in. “Time’s up. Get ready, or we’ll drag you down there as you are.”
Brigid grimaced. She hated strange people touching her, judging her. She never found spa days relaxing or fun. They were a waste of time, sitting around while other people waited on her. There was so much she could do at the same time.
Caroline walked across the room and plucked the phone from her hand. “And no phones.” She tucked it in her pocket, ignoring Brigid’s protests. “Now, I think you need a massage for your tension, although I would have thought Grady relaxed you. Go, get ready now.”
Brigid frowned, but got up. She paused next to Caroline. “I want two hours this afternoon.”
“Fine. But I’ll be timing you.”
“I’m an adult, not a teenager asking her mommy to play video games.” Her grumbling subsided at a sharp look from her friend.
“I don’t enjoy having to babysit you either, Brigid. Not exactly how I wanted to spend my wedding week.”
Ah shit. Regret and guilt plagued her. She hugged her friend. “I’m so sorry, Caroline. I don’t want to be a bitch.”
Caroline hugged her back. “I know, Brigid. But I grew up with this and am marrying it. I know what to expect, but you have to have a life too. It’s not all law and deals. It will kill you if you’re not careful. I’m doing this because I care.”
“I know. And I’ll do better. I promise.”
“And I’ll try to understand. I know this is a critical time for you at the firm. Matthew went through it too. It sucks, but I understand.”
“Thanks. Now, let me get ready so strangers can poke and prod me all in the name of some media-inspired idea of beauty. Bah.” She shuddered. “So not cool.”
Caroline laughed. “If you’d let yourself relax for once, you might enjoy it.”
“Not likely. But for you, I’ll try. Good luck getting everyone else to stop fighting.”
A firm look entered her eyes. “They’re next on my agenda. Go.”
Brigid dragged her feet upstairs, sipping her cold coffee. She opened the bedroom door and Grady turned, a towel slung low on his hips falling to the ground, revealing tight muscles and a narrow strip of hair arrowing straight down to his cock jutting out, waving hello. Just that quickly, all thoughts of the law, of a spa day, of strangers touching her went out the door and all she could think about was this man’s hands on her, touching her, buried deep inside until she was exhausted from it.
She closed the door behind her and turned the lock.
* * *
The lock clicked loudly in the room, leaving Grady alone with Brigid. Brigid leaned against the door and leisurely scanned his body, the cool air doing nothing to calm the raging heat ignited by her gaze. Instead of picking up the towel, he let it pool at his feet and stared at her, silently daring her to act. She licked her lips and studied him as if he were a tasty treat and she was starving.
She pushed off the door and sauntered across the room. It took everything Grady had to remain still and not reach for her, tumbling her on the bed and burying himself deep inside her wet heat. He clenched his jaw and fisted his hands at his side, willing himself to remain calm and as loose as possible, to not show her how she was affecting him, although his cock jutted out, giving him away. Judging by the tense way she held herself, she was as affected as he was.
She stopped in front of him and ran one finger down his chest, resting just above the evidence of his arousal. “Were you waiting for me?”