BlakeWhat a fucking week. I was no stranger to firing people, and it was by no means one of my favorite things to do, but it was something that needed to be done from time to time. Since I was usually on the ground level out among our employees, I was often the one who had to do the deed.This was different though. Firing one person was nothing compared to going around having to tell managers responsible for hundreds of people that their branch was on the chopping block.The sun was shining in Houston, but it felt like there was a thunder cloud hanging over me inside the hotel manager’s office. He was one of the managers I had never met before, but I knew from his reports that he was a relatively meek and mild man.He got consistently okay reviews from guests and his staff alike, and appeared to be something of a yes man. That didn’t make my job here any easier, but then again, nothing could.I took a sip of the water he had fetched for me and fixed a solemn expression on my face bef
BlakeBy the time I left the Houston property, I was fucking exhausted. Justin had made it too easy for me, and somehow, that made me feel worse than with the managers who put up more of a fight. I sighed, sinking into the black leather seats of the car that waited for me outside the building. After leaving Florida to begin this terrible trip, I caved on my usual aversion to private travel and called my dad’s pilot and the travel department of the company. Knowing what the week held for me, I knew I would be too tired and not in the mood to drive myself or to deal with flying commercial.Both were things I ordinarily didn’t mind doing, but not this week. This week, I didn’t want to see any more people than necessary, like I would at the airport and I spaced out so much thinking about my dad and the work I was doing, that I would have been a danger on the road.Without the need to say a word, my driver pulled away from the Houston property and headed back to the airport. He navigated t
ASTONThe sun was setting over the glittering turquoise ocean beyond the wall of windows in the lobby. The orange ball of fire was just kissing the horizon, signaling the end of another busy day. On my way back to the front desk from dealing with a problem in the restaurant, I stopped next to the windows to take in the view.I was dog tired, but in the best possible way. Seeing the hotel bustling and finally reaching the potential I knew it had all along was invigorating. The challenge would be to keep it up. To keep coming up with fresh ideas and getting our name out there.Wishing for the hundredth time that I could to talk to Blake about it, I sighed. I longed to talk to him about any number of things, but I still hadn’t heard from him. Since I now knew about the cuts being made, I knew he was dealing with a lot. Not wanting to be annoying or a nag, I left him be and didn’t call again. I would hear from him soon enough.That didn’t mean I didn’t wish that ‘soon enough’ was today, t
AstonIt was one thing to have suspected he was rich and powerful from the first moment I met him, but it was something completely different to know just how rich and powerful he actually was. Memories of what he’d been like when we slept together came rushing at me.The way his muscles tensed and quivered above mine, how his eyes screwed shut when he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Wetness pooled between my legs at the thought. It sent a thrill through me to know I could do that to him.But now that I knew just who I had brought to his knees when he crawled onto the bed with me, I was in awe that my body could reduce a man like him to a trembling, moaning mass of pleasure.Tiffany brought me back from my naughty trip down memory lane when she cleared her throat. “Earth to Aston. Do you want to go do your checks at security so we can get out of here sometime before midnight, or are you planning on sleeping in your office again?”I shook the lusty haze fogging up my brain away. “Sorry.
BLAKEAston’s scent, a vanilla mixed with something slightly floral, permeated my senses. She smelled so damn good.I swiped my key card over the reader and pushed open my door. Everything was exactly as I left it and walking in even felt a little like coming home. It was a feeling I hadn’t had for the longest time.Aston followed me inside. Her footsteps were muted by the thick carpet, but I could feel her behind me. Finally, alone with her, I gave in to the urge I’d been fighting since I first saw her downstairs. Rolling my bag to the side, I turned, grabbed her wrist and tugged her into my arms, wrapping them tightly around her.Breathing her in, I closed my eyes. “Fuck. It’s so good to see you.”Surprised by my sudden move, she was stiff for one terrifying second where I was afraid she was going to push me away, but then she relaxed into me. She burrowed into my chest, her thin arms coming up to form a vice grip around my waist. “It’s not bad to see you either. Are you okay?”“Fin
BlakeNow or never. I took a deep breath, wishing it could have been never. But that wasn’t how I rolled.“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” I started, expecting more of a reaction than the one I got.Aston calmly chewed her food, glancing down at the table before motioning for me to continue. The words came out in a rush. “My last name isn’t Carlton. Carlton is my mother’s maiden name and my middle name. My real last name is McAllen. I’m Wayne McAllen’s son.”There, I said it. I waited for surprise to color her features or for a burst of anger to come. I half expected her to call me a liar and to run from the room screaming. Instead, she didn’t look surprised at all.If anything, she looked relieved. “I was wondering when you were going to tell me.”My jaw threatened to drop. “You knew?”She nodded, embarrassment flashing in her eyes.“After you left, Tiffany looked you up,” she admitted. “I was going to wait for you to tell me everything yourself, but then she found out an
ASTONHoly crap! I did it. I actually did it.I had no idea where the courage to do it came from, but I had wanted to kiss him all night. Out of nowhere, I saw my opportunity and I took it.It felt so brazen, so bold. So freaking terrified and yet so damn turned on. Blake seemed to be drinking it in though, like a dying man who found a spring in the desert, so I kept kissing him.The tables turned when he brought his arms around and took what he wanted from me. I loved every second of it.His tongue stroked mine possessively, low noises of pleasure coming from the back of his throat as he explored every nook and cranny of my mouth. His hands traveled up my sides, running up my back and into my hair.Changing up the pace of his kiss, it turned hungry. Frenzied. We clawed at each other, desperate to get to each other. My fingers fumbled with his shirt, stupidly reaching until I found the hard nubs of his buttons.He did the same to me, his hands much surer and defter than mine. Within s
BLAKEWhen I woke up, Aston was still sleeping in my arms. Her hair was splayed out across my chest and shoulders, her one hand resting on my heart.Her breasts brushed against my side as her chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm that told me she was still fast asleep. I relaxed my head back against the pillow. No way was I moving and taking the chance of waking her.If I could have, I would have drawn the blackout curtains to make the night last for the rest of the day. The sun was rising over the ocean, making the water shine like a mirror and illuminating the bright blue sky.Unfortunately for me, the new day brought its own problems. I didn’t want my bubble of peace with Aston to burst. I honestly didn’t want the night we had together to end, so I lay completely still, stroking her hair as I tried to figure out what the best way would be to give her the news.If the Palo Alto numbers came back the way Danny was convinced they would, I was going to have to tell Aston that we were