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Trouble in the Making
Book: Trouble in the Making Read Online Free
Author: Lissa Matthews
Tags: Erótica
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He’d been flattered by her attraction, but had maintained his distance and kept things friendly between them.
    “I’m wondering if a room has been found for me. I just need it for tonight. I believe I was speaking with your manager earlier.”
    “Oh yes.” She reached inside a drawer and pulled out an envelope. “Are you Mr. Trouble?”
    “I am, yes.” The envelope was handed to him along with a printed out release for use of his credit card. He signed the paper and pocketed the key cards. “Thank you.” He smiled down at the young woman and walked away.
    It wasn’t often he met people who were oblivious to who he was, but it was always a little weird given the number of people he did meet who were very familiar with him. It wasn’t hard to mistake the long hair and the tattoos he rarely hid.
    Unless he was onstage or making an appearance, or had a photo shoot, he didn’t usually wear full leather and silk as he had today. It was more often jeans, with boots or Converse, and t-shirts. He believed in comfort and causal, but after seeing the look in Liz’s eyes, leather was likely to be more permanent attire.
    The hard-on he was sporting would likely become more permanent as well.
    He wanted her. God, did he want her. That one kiss, that one night five years ago, had exploded something inside his chest and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her, about more, about time lost and time to be made up.
    Her natural shyness was at odds with her having approached him for a weekend of sex, but he was also aware those moments of boldness, of risk taking, of trying something new, of taking chances on things that would pull her out of herself were few and far between and he would have to act quickly in order to keep up and not miss it.
    He’d started out a little demanding, a little forceful with her this morning, but what worked was the teasing, slowly bringing her out of her shell. She wouldn’t be the typical sex kitten, and in truth, he didn’t want that. He wanted her, however she had to be in order to get what she wanted. She would never throw herself at him like so many other women in his life had, it just wasn’t who Liz was as a person, and if he had to work a little harder at breaking through, he was up to the challenge.
    He took the elevator to the third floor and paused when he got out. He could still knock on her door, go to her and make it easier for her, but in the end he wanted her coming to him. He turned in the direction of his room and walked the length of the floor.
    Inside, he was drawn to the windows which overlooked the bay. Growing up in Florida and then moving to California, he’d always been around water. His house was on the ocean and he’d spent many summers as a kid at the beach. Being around it, being able to see it calmed his soul and kept him grounded. Then again, being around Liz the last few years did something similar and he knew that that was part of her appeal for him.
    That she was delectable to look at, to fantasize about, to dream of was purely icing on the cake of his life.
    She wasn’t the super model, the actress, the singer or even the groupie. To the rest of the world, she’d be an obscure woman. He’d keep her in the shadows as often as he could. She would prefer that over being on magazine covers and gossip websites. He’d prefer it too. He wanted her and only her and this time with her was his chance to tell her, show her, convince her that it was more than sex.
    At the same time, sex was definitely at the top of the priority list.
    He’d call the desk and have his bags brought up and he’d take a few minutes to get the smell of the flight off and then…
    Liz.
     
    “I’m in room 336. Relax, take a shower and walk the four hundred and eighteen steps to the end of the hall. Yes, I counted them when I got off the elevator. Just as I’ve counted every minute and second since you left the café. I want you naked, Liz, but then, you can’t walk down a hotel
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