Free Angelique Rising by Lorain O'Neil Page A

in disapproval.
                  "Great! I stopped at three hundred thousand dollars, Anthony was disappointed, he wanted me to keep going, he needs it for his summer fashion show but..." she paused, obviously quite pleased with herself but realizing that she was looking at him in a way she shouldn't.
                  Wyatt too knew why she had paused and why she was blushing so. Angelique had left the game to come to him her eyes impassioned for one wicked intention.
                  "You put your cash in the hotel safe, didn't you?"
                  "Um no. I gave Anthony his and I put mine under my pillow in my hotel room."
                  There was silence for a full five seconds and then Wyatt said "Shit." And, "For the luvva---" escaped him as well, "how many people saw you leave the game with that cash?"
                  "Oh... maybe a dozen. Gee, I didn't think of that."
                  He was on his phone.
                  "Get her things," he was saying, "all of them. Check her out of that room. Bring them here to my suite. She left a hundred thousand dollars cash under her pillow... I know, I know... Put it in the suite safe. Right."
                  He hung up.
                  "Give me your room key card, Johnson is going to move you over here. I don't want you going back there."
                  There was a knock at the door, Wyatt opened it.
                  "Morning, Ma'am," Johnson said politely but Angelique saw from his stern expression that he too wanted to talk to her, she could see the words forming.
                  "I'm sorry to have woken you up, Johnson," she said by way of mollification. It was three o'clock in the morning.
                  "I wasn't asleep, Ma'am," he said, leaving.
                  No, she didn't think Johnson slept. Ever. Johnson looked like a well-groomed forty year old Viking that men esteemed and foolhardy ones attempted to emulate.
                  "Are you hungry?" Wyatt asked.
                  He saw the words, the joke, come right to her lips, she opened her mouth to say them then wisely changed her mind.
                  "Angelique," he said softly, cupping her face with both of his hands and tilting her up to meet his gaze, "are you sure you want to do this?"
                  "Yes. But... I gotta tell you something. I... I've never... I mean..."
                  "You're a virgin?" he asked kindly.
                  She nodded mutely.
                  "I thought so."
                  "You don't mind?"
                  He smiled.
                  "We will take it slowly, Ange, anything you don't like you just say something. I mean it." He stood up offering her his hand. She took it and he led her into the suite's largest bedroom.
                  He was gentle (he watched her closely), it was tender. Until it was explosive. More than anything Angelique had ever fantasized, and incredibly, more than Wyatt had ever experienced and his experience was vast.
                  Who is this woman Wyatt gasped quietly as he collapsed beside her on the bed, who can entice me so? Confound me, heat me, unleash me. He scooped her up positioning her across his chest, encircling her snugly in his arms. The heat from her bare breasts on his naked chest saturated right down to his heart.
                  "Happy birthday, baby," he whispered but he knew she hadn't heard him, he'd felt her body melt into sleep moments after she'd settled onto him.
                  The smile she had on her face still made him think of a summer dawn.
    *****
                  George stared at his brother in shock. Wyatt was in bed with his arms wrapped around an obviously naked woman who