When You Were Mine (Adams Sisters) by Byrd Adrianne

Author:Byrd, Adrianne [Byrd, Adrianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Byrdwatcher's Publishing
Published: 2011-09-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Ryan was minutes away from getting laid. He was certain of it the moment he ushered Joey into the elegant, fifty-four-hundred-square-foot presidential suite, and he slid on his Casanova act.

“Wow. This place is really nice,” Joey gushed as her gaze danced from the grand piano to the lacunar ceiling and the large terrace with a panoramic view of Milan. “You even have a fireplace.”

“Perfect for wintry nights.” He inched closer.

She rolled her eyes at his lame theatrics, instantly signaling him to step up his game.

“Would you like a private tour?”

Joey shook her head. “Maybe after the shower.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugged and led her across the marble floor to the enormously grand bathroom. “I’m sure you’ll find everything you need in here. There are a few robes on the rack. “Help yourself.”

She smiled and stepped into the bathroom and stopped. “Thank you.” Joey turned and faced him. “For everything.”

Ryan blinked. For a moment, he felt guilty about his hidden agenda for a vulnerable woman. What kind of man would prey on a woman stuck in a foreign country with no money, no clothes and no place to stay?

He would--especially to end his current little...problem.

“It’s no big deal,” he said slyly.

She flashed him another smile and closed the door.

He laid his head against the partition and expelled a long breath. At the sound of the shower, he turned with a wide smile.

Just a few more minutes, he promised himself.

He pulled off his coat and unfastened the top three buttons of his shirt while he made a beeline toward the fireplace. In no time at all, a fire crackled to life and room service arrived on cue.

“Here’s a little something extra for you.” Ryan winked and slipped the man his tip.

The young man’s eyes lit up. “Grazie, signore. Grazie.”

Ryan smiled and guided the server out the door. He retrieved a blanket from one of the bedrooms and laid it before the fire. From his laptop, he retrieved the only CD he had, Luther Vandross Greatest Hits, and popped into the stereo system.

Now the stage was set for seduction.

Joey stood on weak knees beneath the best showerhead in the world. Water pounded and massaged her skin to the point she didn’t care to ever leave. She lathered and rinsed, lathered and rinsed until the small square hotel soap disappeared and her fingertips pickled.

Reluctantly, she shut off the shower. When she stepped out and reached for a towel, her ears perked at Luther’s unmistakable voice.

She frowned. There’s only one reason a man puts Luther Vandross on the stereo. “No strings attached, my ass.”

Joey snatched one of the hotel robes from the rack. The large fluffy material swallowed her small frame, and the belt circled her waist twice. Steam billowed out the bathroom as she eased out the door.

“Well, if it isn’t the cleanest woman in all of Italy,” Ryan said from behind the piano bench. He lifted a champagne glass. “Drink?”

Joey had never seen a more obvious wolf in sheep’s clothing. Her gaze skittered from him to the lit fireplace, the low lighting, and his identical terry-cloth robe.

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