morning.”
“Don’t be late.”
“Not a chance.”
She smiled at him before turning on her heel. There was a bellboy already waiting with her luggage as she walked back past the front desk. She followed him to the lift, anxious to shed her travel clothes and freshen up.
The bellboy held the elevator doors open for her and she stepped inside, suppressing a sigh of frustration.
She had no intentions of making dinner plans with Aidan. All she could think about was Nick.
Nick.
Where was he?
Her phone vibrated in her purse and she dug for it while the doors to the elevator opened. She followed the bellboy down the hallway and glanced at her cell.
She had a text message from Nick.
Room 910 in one hour.
Her heart raced with excitement. She tipped and thanked the bellhop with a barely contained grin.
They were on the same floor. She was in room nine-oh-five.
Pressing her electronic key into the slot, she breathed a sigh of relief as the door to her room swung open. She slipped out of her heels, padded to the window and inhaled the heady scent of flowers. Her room was lovely, the décor evoking a sense of escapism with a taste of the exotic. She had a gorgeous view of the pool and she stood for a moment, staring down at the people lounging and swimming, obviously enjoying the weather and water.
After stripping out of her clothes, she unzipped her suitcase and extracted her favourite body wash. She pinned up her hair and headed to the bathroom, appreciating the spaciousness and simplistic design of the facility as she turned on the shower. Once the water was at the perfect temperature, she stepped beneath the massaging stream.
She was more excited about spending time with Nick than she was about the photo shoot that would no doubt advance her career. The fragrant scent of her soap enveloped her as she lathered her skin and rinsed the bubbles away. She turned the water off, stepped out of the shower and mentally selected what to wear while wrapping herself in a big, fluffy towel.
Something sexy…but not too sexy.
She blow-dried her hair until the wild, ebony curls were straight enough to pull back into a somewhat tamed ponytail. Satisfied with her ’do, she padded back towards the bed, where her suitcase lay open, and pulled out a deceptively simple, white sundress. The A-line design complemented her generous curves. She loved the plunging cut in the dress that exposed her back, and the straps ensured she wouldn’t be too hot if they dined outside.
Terrah reached for her perfume oil and smiled as she recalled Nick’s compliment about her favourite scent. She dabbed it on all her pulse points before slipping on her black strapless bra and matching panties. She slid the dress on and shimmied it over her hips before stepping into her new, red, peep-toe heels. Terrah moved to the full-length mirror on the front of the bathroom door. Pivoting, she looked at her reflection from all angles before breaking out into a satisfied smile. The dress was designed to highlight a woman’s body and it was doing its job damn well. Her breasts filled out the top and the material hugged her rounded bottom. The contrasting colour popped against her brown skin.
Not bad.
“Too much?” she mused out loud, twirling around one more time.
No way. She wanted Nick to find her irresistible—as irresistible as she found him.
Chapter Nine
Terrah stepped outside her room and headed down the hall towards Nick’s. Her red heels made no sound on the soft carpet as she walked. She squeezed her red clutch purse and tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her chest. She stopped in front of the door marked 910, took a deep breath, and smoothed her hands down the sides of her dress one more time before knocking.
The door swung open much too soon.
Nick stood before her, freshly shaven and breathtakingly handsome, dressed in white linen pants and a black shirt that clung to his muscled arms.
“Wow! You look
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