CHAPTER 5: REFLECTION ROOM

When James pushed open the door to the hotel suite, he felt the woman's hand slip from his grasp. "Hey, wait a second," he said, nudging the door fully open and locking it behind him.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he turned to face her.

She merely rolled her eyes at him, but instead of responding verbally, she wrapped her arms around his neck. There was something about her—something simple, yet undeniably magnetic. Despite his best efforts to keep his distance, the surge of desire that coursed through him was undeniable. It was as though every cell in his body was drawn to her, beyond any reason or logic.

“No, I’m not okay,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “But I don’t want to talk about it. In fact, I want to forget.” Her gaze lingered on his face, scanning every inch of him with an intensity that made his pulse race. “Earlier, when you kissed me… I felt like I could forget,” she added, a soft, teasing laugh escaping her lips.

James felt a bolt of desire shoot through hi