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"Abbey, calm down. What's the problem?"
"You! I'm not a hooker, Damien."
Nick flinched at the name. "Stop calling me that,
please. And what do you mean you're not a hooker?"
Abbey shook her head and flung her arms in the air. "What
does it sound like it means? I'm-not-a-hooker. Is that clear enough?"
Nick took a step back and drew his brows together. "Then,
why are you here?"
She turned away so he couldn't see her face. She took
a step toward the door, but there was no way he was going to let her go after
that revelation without an explanation. He caught her arm.
He thought he had the situation all figured out. He
thought he had Abbey all figured out, but now nothing was what it seemed
anymore. And he was a man who liked everything out in the open. No surprises,
no secrets. He wanted to know who he was dealing with at all times, and that
included now, with Abbey. If that was in fact her real name.
"Abbey," he said softly. He drew her to him.
"If you're not a hooker — "
"Which I'm not."
Nick nodded. "Which you're not, then what's going
on?"
Abbey shook her head and Nick felt his blood begin to
heat up. "Tell me."
"You don't need to know."
"The hell I don't!" I've just slept with you — more
than once — I think I have a right to know who, and what, you
are."
"We agreed this was just sex," she said
through gritted teeth. She pulled her arm out of his grip. "No strings
attached. Two consenting adults. Remember?"
Her glare dared him to deny it.
He wanted to. He wanted to tell her how much he'd
liked it. How much he liked her company. How much he wanted to see her again. But
he couldn't. She may not be a hooker, but he still had no idea what she wanted from
him. Until she told him, he wasn't going to give her an inch. This was just
like closing a business deal — never let the opposition see all your
cards at once. It paid to keep something back until they revealed all of
theirs.
"Yeah," he said casually. "It was just
sex. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Apparently not because she emitted a low growl, then
reached for the door handle.
But Nick wasn't ready to let her go yet. He wanted
answers. He placed a hand against the door beside her head, slamming it closed
again. Abbey swung round. She was trapped between the wall and his arm. Good. Maybe
now he could reason with her.
"Let me out or I'll scream."
He smiled down at her. "Go ahead."
She screwed up her nose, closed her eyes and opened
her mouth. Hell, she really was going to scream! He did the first thing that
came into his mind—he kissed her. Hard and deep. He took her face in his
hands and rubbed his thumbs along her cheeks, gently. She groaned and he
thought he had her. He thought she'd succumb to his kiss. Maybe she'd stay with
him a while longer, tell him everything he wanted to know. Everything he needed
to know.
But he was wrong. Abbey stopped kissing him and pushed
away. Her eyes glowed up at him like two blue flames. "You're an asshole,
do you know that? You think everyone should bow to your whim, especially women.
Well, I've got news for you, Buddy. I hate arrogant men. You can't order people
around and you can't make women do what you want them to do with a kiss."
She spun round and opened the door. Nick swallowed. He
had to think, but he couldn't. His brain was failing him, for the first time in
his life.
"Abbey," he said softly, "don't
go."
She swung round again. "And don't think that a
few gently spoken words are going to work either, because they don't." She
sniffed. "Not on me anyway."
Nick stood, rooted to the floor. He was still naked,
he realized, but he didn't care. What could he say to make her stay? And what
in the world was she doing in his hotel in the first place?
"Just tell me one thing. If you're not a hooker,
then why did you come to my room in the first place?"
She paused, the door wide open. She glanced up at him
then looked away, out into the corridor. "Free massage, complements of
hotel management."
She
"Abbey, calm down. What's the problem?"
"You! I'm not a hooker, Damien."
Nick flinched at the name. "Stop calling me that,
please. And what do you mean you're not a hooker?"
Abbey shook her head and flung her arms in the air. "What
does it sound like it means? I'm-not-a-hooker. Is that clear enough?"
Nick took a step back and drew his brows together. "Then,
why are you here?"
She turned away so he couldn't see her face. She took
a step toward the door, but there was no way he was going to let her go after
that revelation without an explanation. He caught her arm.
He thought he had the situation all figured out. He
thought he had Abbey all figured out, but now nothing was what it seemed
anymore. And he was a man who liked everything out in the open. No surprises,
no secrets. He wanted to know who he was dealing with at all times, and that
included now, with Abbey. If that was in fact her real name.
"Abbey," he said softly. He drew her to him.
"If you're not a hooker — "
"Which I'm not."
Nick nodded. "Which you're not, then what's going
on?"
Abbey shook her head and Nick felt his blood begin to
heat up. "Tell me."
"You don't need to know."
"The hell I don't!" I've just slept with you — more
than once — I think I have a right to know who, and what, you
are."
"We agreed this was just sex," she said
through gritted teeth. She pulled her arm out of his grip. "No strings
attached. Two consenting adults. Remember?"
Her glare dared him to deny it.
He wanted to. He wanted to tell her how much he'd
liked it. How much he liked her company. How much he wanted to see her again. But
he couldn't. She may not be a hooker, but he still had no idea what she wanted from
him. Until she told him, he wasn't going to give her an inch. This was just
like closing a business deal — never let the opposition see all your
cards at once. It paid to keep something back until they revealed all of
theirs.
"Yeah," he said casually. "It was just
sex. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
Apparently not because she emitted a low growl, then
reached for the door handle.
But Nick wasn't ready to let her go yet. He wanted
answers. He placed a hand against the door beside her head, slamming it closed
again. Abbey swung round. She was trapped between the wall and his arm. Good. Maybe
now he could reason with her.
"Let me out or I'll scream."
He smiled down at her. "Go ahead."
She screwed up her nose, closed her eyes and opened
her mouth. Hell, she really was going to scream! He did the first thing that
came into his mind—he kissed her. Hard and deep. He took her face in his
hands and rubbed his thumbs along her cheeks, gently. She groaned and he
thought he had her. He thought she'd succumb to his kiss. Maybe she'd stay with
him a while longer, tell him everything he wanted to know. Everything he needed
to know.
But he was wrong. Abbey stopped kissing him and pushed
away. Her eyes glowed up at him like two blue flames. "You're an asshole,
do you know that? You think everyone should bow to your whim, especially women.
Well, I've got news for you, Buddy. I hate arrogant men. You can't order people
around and you can't make women do what you want them to do with a kiss."
She spun round and opened the door. Nick swallowed. He
had to think, but he couldn't. His brain was failing him, for the first time in
his life.
"Abbey," he said softly, "don't
go."
She swung round again. "And don't think that a
few gently spoken words are going to work either, because they don't." She
sniffed. "Not on me anyway."
Nick stood, rooted to the floor. He was still naked,
he realized, but he didn't care. What could he say to make her stay? And what
in the world was she doing in his hotel in the first place?
"Just tell me one thing. If you're not a hooker,
then why did you come to my room in the first place?"
She paused, the door wide open. She glanced up at him
then looked away, out into the corridor. "Free massage, complements of
hotel management."
She
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