Free Just One Night. Part 1 by Elle Casey Page B

straight away, right here, with the entire world watching.
    And then she speaks directly to my passion, saying the only words I long to hear.
    “Let’s get out of here,” she whispers.

CHAPTER NINE
    Jennifer

    I NEVER THOUGHT THE WALTZ could be so sexy, but I’m ready to explode with desire. The way William’s hard body was pressing into me and his rhythm … oh my god. He’s so smooth, there’s no way he can suck in bed. I was ready to have sex with him right out there on the floor.
    For a brief moment, though, I was getting sad, thinking this evening was turning into total crap. I was being stupid and becoming attached to him, which meant the whole thing was going to end badly. But then he reminded me why he answered my ad, and with that, got me back on track. My offer was no-nonsense and gave the assurances of no promises and no strings. It was perfect for a guy like him and for a girl like me. One date, one encounter, one night only. There will be no strings and no second meetings.
    This reclaimed knowledge completely takes my mind off my silly heart and allows me to focus on the sexy feelings that are getting more intense by the minute. I’m totally back online and with the program, ready to have some serious fun. It’s time to get naked, baby.
    William leads me from the dance floor and out into the lobby. Several people stop him on the way, but he gives only the briefest of hellos and goodbyes before we’re on our way again.
    I expect him to turn right and go out to the valet area, but instead he goes left and over to the bank of elevators.
    “Are we going to look at phones again?” I ask suggestively. I wouldn’t say no to a little more of that.
    He pulls his wallet out and stops at an elevator, pushing the call button. The doors open as William produces a keycard. “No phones this time,” he says, slipping the card into the bank of floor selections on the elevator wall.
    “Wow, you need a key just to use the elevator?” The doors slide shut and we begin our ascent.
    “Only for the penthouse.”
    I’m suddenly nervous again. “The penthouse?”
    He stares at me, no expression on his face. “One night. No regrets.”
    I nod, swallowing with difficulty. “Yes. Right. No regrets. But you didn’t have to do so much. I would have been happy with a lot less.”
    He comes towards me, forcing me to have to look up to still see his face. “Why do less when we can do more?”
    I wish I had a witty comeback for that. The double meaning I’m assigning to his words makes me wonder if I should be regretting my decision to come up with this plan in the first place. I cannot afford to let my heart get broken again.
    There’s a muted ding and the doors open up to reveal a round foyer with floors and columns of marble and dark-brown painted walls. It smells brand new and rich. William steps away and holds the door open. “After you,” he says, gesturing with his free hand for me to go first.
    I step into the entrance, my eyes scanning the space. “Wow, this is really nice. It looks like a small palace.”
    “Would you care for a drink?” he asks, putting his hand on the small of my back and guiding me into the main sitting room. There’s a bar in the far corner of the opulent space.
    “No, thanks. I’m afraid I’ll start sneezing again.”
    He turns to me without warning and pulls me tight against him.
    I fall sideways just a little, surprised at his sudden move. I gain my feet and brush some stray hairs off my cheek as I arrange my skirt around me.
    “My apologies,” he says, pausing a moment and clenching his jaw a couple times. “I’m having a very difficult time controlling my desire for you.”
    I love that he’s losing his cool. I get the impression that it’s a rare event for him. My arms slide up his chest to reach his neck, and my fingers weave into his thick, brown hair that rests at the top of his collar. “Don’t apologize for wanting me. That’s a compliment.”
    He takes in a