Chapter 25
KATE
I woke up to the landing announcement. Nathan stared at me with a calmer expression. What an unstable man!
"Did you rest enough, Collins?"
"Yes."
"Good."
What was he thinking?
After landing, we disembarked. I found John in the arrival area while Ryan spoke to his men. I approached him.
"I thought I'd have the pleasure of enjoying your company throughout the entire trip," he said.
"Work matters."
"It's a shame I can't see you during our stay in the city."
"Yes…" I felt a hand on my back. Nathan stopped by my side.
"Ryan?" John looked confused before extending his hand to Nathan. Did they know each other?
"Kent." Nathan greeted him with a serious expression.
"How are business matters going?" John's smile disappeared completely.
"Fine." Nathan didn't seem happy either. "Miss Collins, shall we?"
Didn't he notice I was talking?
"So, you work with Ryan?" John turned his attention to me. "Now I understand." He winked, and I almost laughed.
"She's my assistant, Kent." Since when was he speaking for me? "And we have to go. Excuse us." He pulled me along, holding my arm.
"Goodbye. It was a pleasure to meet you." I forced a smile at John as I was dragged away.
That was ridiculous. When we were far enough apart, I made a sudden move to free myself.
"You're speaking for me now?"
"You don't know him."
"How can you be sure? What if I'm interested in getting to know him?"
We just arrived, and he's already driving me crazy. I walked away before he could say anything else, and I ended up strangling him.
"Collins?"
"What?"
I stopped. He pointed to a black SUV in the opposite direction I was heading. Damn jerk. I couldn't think straight anymore.
We remained silent during the car ride to the hotel. My body was almost combusted in the backseat next to him. I was both irritated and excited to be near him.
When we arrived at the hotel, one of his men spoke to the receptionist and picked up the room keys. That was the good thing about being with Ryan—everything was done quickly.
We headed for the elevator while the hotel staff took care of the luggage. Nathan handed me the key to my room. I noticed the number one hundred ninety-six on the label—the twenty-fifth floor. The tension was still the same as in the car. I kept my eyes on anything but him.
When the elevator doors opened, I hurriedly got out, trying to escape from his scent, which was driving me crazy. I searched for my room. I could hear his steps behind me.
I found the indicated room. I turned back to face him.
"If you need me, just call." The phrase didn't sound as ridiculous as when it was only in my head.
"I'll be around," he smiled smugly, showing the key with the number one hundred ninety-seven on it.
"Great." I turned to open the door to my room. "Goodnight, Mr. Ryan." I entered and closed the door behind me, but before I could take more than a few steps, I heard it open again.
I turned just in time to see him close the door behind him.
"Is there a problem?" I asked, feeling my stomach churn. We were alone in a room. Dozens of danger signals popped up in my head.
"Yes."
His gaze turned dark, making my mind analyze possible escape routes from the place.
"Can I help you?"
I swallowed hard. I knew it was possible for my reason to disappear because we were alone. The tension hung in the air—anger, and excitement—as I felt desire grow between my legs.
"You can." He approached, closing the gap between us.
"What do you need?"
I felt his warm breath and closed my eyes.
"You." He whispered before sliding his thumb over my lower lip. I pushed his arm away.
"This is not going to happen."
"Look at me." I obeyed. "I wanted so badly to fuck you on that plane, to make you understand that you can't provoke me. To fuck you hard just to get rid of my anger… But now, I just want you to surrender willingly."
Shit. Each word made my body tremble with desire. But I shook my head. He was playing. It was just a game. Run away.
"We're alone, far from everything. I know you want it."
His arms wrapped around my waist, and I tried to remove them in vain. I closed my eyes again, trying to avoid it, feeling his perfume fill my senses. My body wavered, betraying me and throbbing with desire.
"No."
"Shhhh…"
"Please, no."
"You want it, and I need it, more than anything." He held my chin; his lips touched mine, soft and warm, and his tongue slid over my lips excitingly, before trailing down my chin and neck.
His hands quickly found the hem of my blouse, tearing it off with my bra still on. He groaned in approval, staring at my breasts, but his next touch wasn't gentle; he squeezed one of them while his lips returned to my neck.
Part of me knew it was happening again. I was letting desire take control instead of reason. No. Shit. Why? I knew the answer to that question. It was because my entire being longed to feel him inside me.
His lips descended to one of my breasts, his tongue slowly gliding over one of my nipples.
He got down on his knees, the back of his hand moving up the inside of my thigh until it reached my groin. His fingers grazed over my panties, making me moan. He pressed harder before sliding my skirt and panties, down my legs, taking them off me. I was completely wet. I took off my shoes and watched him undress quickly in front of me.
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