Intense love CEO

on end on these projects. Mr. Dark, Tall, Handsome and Sexy seemed proud of his resume. I smiled at him with fake sweetness. "I used

hings don't work out with Adam, who's annoying as hell, I'm in room 315 at the hotel." He winked and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "We could even kill each other... I've always wanted to die in bed." "Are these chairs taken?" Adam and I were finishing our dessert when Hunter walked over and pointed to two chairs across from us. The couple who had been sitting there had left a few minutes earlier. "Yes," I lied

." Hunter leaned back in his chair with a smug grin that went from ear to ear. "I don't know what you're talking about." "It won't work." "You say so. But I'll be here if you need a backup." I drank the rest of my coffee and adjusted the front of my dress to show just the right amount of cle

avage. Hunter's scowl felt like a victory. To be honest, I had already decided during dinner that I wasn't going to sleep with Adam-I needed to feel some degree of physical attraction for a man, even if it was just for one night. But I did enjoy teasing Hunter. "My hand gets sore when I'm tired," I told Adam. "And I'm still on Ne

looked at me before answering. "What do you think? Fancy a nightcap?" "Actually, I'm pretty tired-jet lag and all. But go have a drink with them, yeah. Have a good time." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, sure. I'm going to pass out on the bed." Adam gave me a quick hug goodnight, and I headed to the elevator alone. I was exhausted. Anna and Derek had reserved the top floor of suites for out-of-town guests, and I had forgotten that I needed to insert my key card into the eleva

n my bag. Hunter chuckled and took it from me to insert it into the panel. Of course we were on the same floor, since we were guests at the same wedding. Wh

"Why not? You were going to sleep with Adam." "That's different." "What do you mean?" "I already knew Adam. He's a nice guy." "I'm a nice guy." "I don't know you." Hunter shoved his hands in his pockets. "Hunter Delucia, twenty-nine, single, never married, no kids. Undergraduate and graduate degrees in archite

wallowed hard. Luckily, the elevator arrived and the doors opened. I needed air that didn't smell like Hunter Delucia, so I walked around the tree man and out. He followed me. When I stopped abruptly, realizing I was going the wrong way, he nearly ran me o