Free Wreckless by Zara Cox Page A

relaxed evening to ready herself for the hectic pace of the next few days.
    Saturdays were busy days for realtors, especially in a fast-moving market like Vegas. In a city where fortunes were made and lost in the blink of an eye, one always had to be ready to move quickly. The condo or suite, which you’d been warned would never be sold, could suddenly come on the market and be gone within a matter of hours.
    She thanked her driver and followed the bellhop to the front desk.
    “Hello, Ms. Mayfield. Good to have you with us again. We gave you your usual suite, here’s your keycard, and your massage has been booked for four as requested.”
    Lexi smiled inwardly at the very American efficiency. If there was one thing she loved about Americans, it was their skills in the hospitality business.
    “Thank you. Would it be possible to move the massage to three, instead?” she asked, thinking of the aches she had in unmentionable places.
    “Of course.” The attractive blonde behind the desk replied smoothly. “We’ve also arranged for the same masseuse for you. I believe you used Hans the last time?”
    “I don’t remember his name.” Oh, but she did. She recalled Hans and his amazing assets as clear as day. “I’m sure whoever you send will be fine.”
    Perfect teeth gleamed in her perfect face. “Thank you, Ms. Mayfield. Here’s your wi-fi card. Enjoy your stay.”
    “Thank you.” She took the card and followed the bellhop to the elevator.
    Riding up to her floor, Lexi hid her smile as the spectacular image of Hans rose in her mind. She hadn’t experienced his personal brand of massage in well over six months. If he’d lasted this long on the job, then he must be very discreet indeed.
    Handing over a twenty-dollar tip to the bellhop, she shut the door behind him and surveyed her room. A junior suite with clear views of the Strip, it was decorated in honeyed tones of cream and gold, with a whirlpool bath and separate shower adjoining the bedroom on one side. On the other, a small sitting room held the music and drinks console and a desk where she could plug in her laptop. This she did, removing her clothes as it booted up.
    Crossing the room to the phone, she ordered a club sandwich and fries, forgoing the salad she’d originally contemplated. She was starving, especially after that sexathon last night and only a coffee and half a bagel for breakfast this morning.
    Her gaze moved to her bag. Should she call and tell Enzo she’d arrived safely?
    Hell, no. He’d think she was keeping tabs on him or something. The last thing she wanted was to appear needy.
    It was about the sex for them. Nothing else.
    Remember that, Lexi.
    After a quick shower, she slipped on the hotel robe. Aside from her bra and panties there was no need to dress; she’d only have to undress again for her massage. Her breasts tingled against the soft cotton and she experienced a sense of disquiet at her body’s behavior. When had she become so sex mad? For fuck’s sake, her body still throbbed from last night’s exploits, yet here she was, barely able to breathe as she recalled Enzo’s hands on her body.
    Already she could feel the slick moisture between her swelling labia, and even the brush of loosened hair across her nape caused desire to shoot to her groin.
    Focus Lexi , she berated herself. Grabbing her case, she spread the papers on the bed, sorting them by address and grouping them by area. Halfway through assessing each viewing, her lunch arrived. By the time she’d placed the calls to the respective realtors and inputted the details into her smart phone, she’d polished off her meal. She’d have to work that off later in the hotel gym, but for now she padded to her small balcony, coffee in hand, and looked out over the Strip.
    The knock on the door came a few minutes later.
    Turning, she took a deep breath and went to open it.
    “Miss Mayfield, it’s good to see you again.”
    “Hello, Hans. Come on in,” she invited,