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Doc
“How do you know them anyway?” Tina asked. “Lexi and Aidan, I mean.”
“Friends of friends through Sanctuary. Ian Callaghan and his brothers served in the military themselves and have been supporting the project from day one,” Doc said, hoping Tina didn’t ask for details on exactly how they’d been helping. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about that family, it’s that they have a way of making things happen.”
“I’m afraid to hope.” Tina was quiet for a few minutes, then asked, “Aidan—I can’t believe I’m on a first-name basis with the owner of the Celtic Goddess—seemed pretty firm about not dealing with Rick, Gunther, or Kiefer or even letting them know about it for that matter. Do you know why?”
It was yet another question Doc had to answer carefully.
“Aidan Harrison didn’t get to be a billionaire by chance. He’s a very astute businessman. I imagine he did his research.”
Tina laughed softly. “If Gunther and Giselle knew where I was right now—or more specifically, who we had dinner with—they’d be green with envy.”
“You can’t tell them,” he said quietly.
She sighed. “I know. It is fun though, imagining the look on her face.”
“No more thinking about that tonight. I’ve got other plans for you.”
“Based on what you’ve managed so far, I can’t wait to see what’s next,” she said softly.
“You really look beautiful tonight,” Doc told her. “I mean, you always look beautiful, but ...”
“I clean up nice?” she finished with a mischievous grin.
He laughed. “Yes.”
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you. You cut quite a dashing figure in that suit, Mr. Watson. In fact, there’s only one thing I think you look better in.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Nothing.”
Doc groaned and led her to the private suite. Seeing Tina in that dress and scenting that subtle hint of cocoa and coconut that clung to her skin, had been driving him crazy all night. And when she said things like that ... he’d be lucky if he could control himself long enough to let her enjoy the amenities awaiting them inside.
The sexy smirk playing across her lips only intensified his sense of urgency. He pulled the key card the bellman had slipped him earlier out of his inner pocket and held it to the keypad. The door unlocked with a snick.
“Did I mention I picked up more than just this dress for our date tonight?” she said as he ushered her inside.
“Such as?”
“When we get inside, you can take my dress off and find out for yourself.”
“Fucking hell, Tina.”
She laughed and then squealed as he swept her off her feet, swung her over his shoulder, and carried her caveman-style to the raised dais containing the massive bed. There was a momentary snafu in getting up the wide steps without tripping, mainly because she slipped her hands down his pants and was squeezing and fondling his ass, but he pushed through it.
It was a full hour later when he noticed how nice the suite actually was. Besides the raised king-size bed and the mirrored panels above it—which he was particularly fond of—the suite boasted three fireplaces, a living area, two Jacuzzis (one inside and one out) as well as a steam room and an in-room massage table.
Needless to say, they made use of all of it.