Oblivion: Surrender Read Online Free

with the success of this last renovation, it is irrevocable proof that Caravana Hotel &Resorts are a stable new chain, chosen over its competition before the annual business conference even hits Miami. Our chances of success are high, should you make this decision.”
    Carter rubs his chin with his index finger as his sapphires pierce through my brain again. He’s in deep thought , and I’m satisfied. Checking the clock on the wall, I see it is almost time for lunch. Carter rises from his chair. God he is sexy. It’s obvious he uses his millions wisely. His gray tailored suit can’t hide the muscular man underneath it.
    “You’ve given me good food for thought, Ms. Barnes. I want you in my office tomorrow morning at the same time. I do not appreciate tardiness. Is that clear?” he offers me his hand. I almost forget how to breathe. Can I… tolerate touching him without losing control? Of course, I can. Don’t make a fool of yourself again.
    As our warm palms come into contact, I am confounded by the sudden jolt of embers and electricity sparking in the heart of my stomach. Heat is spreading through my body like wildfire. He must feel it too because of the force of his grip.
    There is no way I can escape using the vibrator before bed tonight. I nervously lick my lips, blinking rapidly. A shadow of the timidness I saw earlier is also present. “I’ll see you out” he commands. Without letting go of me, he strides around his desk and walks me to the door. I appreciate it. The last thing I want to do is fall down in a dim room with him being too close.
     
    *****
     
    The rest of my day at Caravana passes by in a blur. I don’t see Carter for the remainder of the afternoon, and I am relieved. I can do without additional sexual tension. It is around 6:30pm when I get home to find Juliette painting her nails. She is wearing a sky blue, chiffon dress that fits her curves. Her brown hair is a shade darker than mine and a tad less wavy.
    I laugh to myself. My sister can make anyone look like a movie star even if their final destination is the grocery store. Her face brightens when she sees me. “How do I look?” she rises and twirls around twice. “You look wonderful.” I give her a hug and walk to the kitchen for a glass of water.
    “Do I have time to change before Fern gets here?” I ask loudly.
    “You look great with what you’re wearing. He called about 10 minutes ago and said he was on his way. Did you meet Mr. Stevenson today?” She asks. I set my glass down harder than I mean to. The way his name echoes in the air is teasing. My insides churn to hear it again. “Carter Stevenson.” I vocalize it and pause, enunciating each syllable.
    Leave it t o Juliette to predict what a man will look like. “He’s not what I expected” is all I get to say before I’m saved by the doorbell. “You’re not getting away with this! You owe me the gossip over breakfast tomorrow” she laughs. Good. I should be over his good looks by then. Looking down at my sleeveless red blouse, ironed black slacks and non-designer black heels, I figure I should at least change into flats to ease my aching feet.
    My bedroom is not too shabby in comparison the one I had in Hartford. Though it is significantly reduced to just enough space for Juliette and me, I like the apartment in general. Photographs of my childhood collage the dandelion walls and I still have a personal bathroom plus a workable closet that Juliette has packed with summer dresses. I smile. I can’t complain about how well we have adjusted.
    A former music theory professor who was close to my mother owns the complex and invited us to live here after he learned of Michael’s disappearance. I sigh, toying with the star shaped necklace Michael gave me. Gabrielle’s absence worked out unexpectedly. I now have rest of the week to my advantage and will use it to call the private investigators I decided on.
    Hopefully, there will be at least one willing to discuss payment