Man of Mystery: A BBW Romantic Suspense Read Online Free Page B

terminal. The area has been sufficiently cleared that we have space to exit freely, but there are still crowds of curious bystanders in the area, observing our every move.
    “Wow. She’s a ballbuster,” I mumble.
    Liam chuckles but doesn’t respond, simply guides me through the commotion until we’re well away from it all and once again nearing the coffee shop where I had waited initially. It takes me a few moments to realize what’s happening.
    “Where are we going?” I ask, looking down at Liam’s hand still hanging on to mine.
    “You tell me,” he says.
    “Well, it’s your day off, and you’re all dressed up.” I glance at the black suit. Damn, he looks good in that suit. “Where were you going?”
    “Dinner.”
    “Dinner? All by yourself?” I ask.
    “Not anymore. Unless you have a better idea.”
    I’m not sure I’m hungry. Am I hungry? “Dinner sounds lovely.” Though I’m not hungry yet… not for food anyway. “Or we could always skip ahead to dessert.” Me and my big mouth, I blurt it out before I can stop myself.
    Liam pauses and looks at me again, his eyes seem almost sparkly. “I like the way you think.”
    On the way to where I’d parked my car, we never let go of one another. We barely speak, just rush onwards, eager to get to where we’re going.
    I don’t know what this means; is it a fling; a one night stand? Something more? Who cares. It’s completely crazy and exactly what I want and need right now. Our kiss earlier had been full of promise, full of possibilities. I can’t wait to see where else we can go tonight.
    He pays for the parking, and I hand him my keys. Not sure why I do, it just somehow feels right, and he doesn’t object. Once we’re out of the parking lot and on the road again, I can’t take my eyes off him and as such am totally unaware where we’re going, until at least half an hour later we pull up outside a fancy Georgian building.
    We get out, and he hands the keys to a valet, who stares at my crappy old car a bit too long before mumbling something and getting into the driver’s seat.
    “Good evening, sir, ma’am.” A uniformed man tips his hat at us and opens the large glass door for us, allowing us to step inside the elegant marble-clad lobby.
    Looking around, I’m suddenly glad to be still wearing my stuffy work clothes. Jeans would have been very much out of place in an establishment such as this.
    A blonde with perfect hair nods and smiles at us from reception as we head towards the elevators. Liam knows exactly where he’s going; he doesn’t pause or hesitate as he leads us up to the fifth floor, suite 505, which opens with the help of a key card in his hand.
    “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable. I’ve got to make a call.” He smiles at me, then turns around and heads into probably the bedroom, leaving me feeling a bit lost. The room is large, much bigger than the living room in my modest apartment. The wooden parquet flooring is partially concealed by a massive Persian carpet, the color of which perfectly matches the upholstery of the elegant sofa set. All of it looks way too expensive for a hotel room.
    I leave my handbag on a shiny dark wood side table and take a quick round of the room, checking out the paintings on the walls. They look real; you can see the actual brush strokes, so they’re not prints or reproductions it seems.
    “All done. Now where were we?” Liam says as he steps back inside, his tie loosened, and top shirt button undone.
    “Is this like a safe house or something?” I wonder out loud.
    Liam laughs, then steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.
    “No, silly, it’s a hotel.”
    Yeah, OK, I knew that.
    “Not any hotel I’ve ever stayed at,” I remark, trying to cover my embarrassment.
    Liam leans down, letting his lips brush past my most sensitive spot on the side of my neck.
    “If you change your mind about skipping ahead to dessert, there’s a room service menu over there on the coffee