Jake sent the text from the hallway outside the hotel suite, half enjoying the thought of interrupting Paco, who was likely in a private VIP room in the hotel spa. His smile grew as he imagined the man sipping a bright pink cosmo from a chilled martini glass, lounging back for a heavenly foot massage until he snapped up at the chime of Jake’s text.
This should get him up here in under a minute.
JAKE: She needs you.
He checked his watch and waited, his smile growing. In three, two, o—
Ding.
When the elevator opened, Jake beamed. “Right on time.”
Paco’s eyes narrowed with concern as he stalked over. “What happened?”
“Nothing. She’s fine. But she’s been behind that blindfold for all this time. I didn’t want her taking it off alone.”
Paco leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, stating the obvious with a hint of mischief. “There’s no reason you couldn’t stay. Help her take it off.”
Jake chuckled. “Funny, she said the same thing. But I’ll promise you what I promised her. Next time. If she wants to. But I want her to think it over before deciding. I slipped my number in her purse and told her she could call me. Anytime.”
* * *
Kathryn sat on the side of the bed, as if she hadn’t moved in hours. She heard footsteps. Excited, she smiled.
He’s back.
“Would you like me to do the honors?” Paco’s cheerfulness was bathed in tenderness.
Disappointed, she shook her head and tugged the soft eye mask over her head, then dropped it to her lap. The silky fabric held her aimless stare as her fingers traced the edge.
He took a knee before her, coaxing her gaze. “Everything all right?” he asked, his subtle accent sweetening his sincerity.
She shrugged, pulling in a shuddering breath before meeting his eyes. After a minute, three words slipped through her shy smile.
“I want more.”