The Unblocked Collection (25 page)

I miss the sound of your moans.

I would miss them even more when I wasn’t able to hear them again.

Fuck. I hated the thought of that.

I pulled up the website of the Blue Bay Hotel, my favorite hotel in Boston and clicked on the page for their spa. While my townhouse in the city was being renovated, I had stayed there for several weeks. The owner had even become a friend.

I reviewed their list of services and dialed Will’s extension. “Can you call Blue Bay and make sure the suite is available for Saturday night?”

“No problem. I’ll let you know what they say.”

Frankie’s reply came in.

FROM:
Jordan, Frankie

TO:
Block, Derek

SENT:
April 24, 9:22am

SUBJECT:
Wet. Again.

Why miss them when you can hear them right now?

That was the problem: her moans were all I wanted to hear—all damn day long. I couldn’t get enough of them, or of her screams, the way she breathed my name through those soft, seductive lips. Keeping her satiated was probably more satisfying to me than it was for her.

And it would be ending soon.

Hayden and I had to take Randy down, to make sure that bastard suffered, and that’s where my attention needed to be. I had promised my sister I would stay focused. But if things with Frankie went any further, if thoughts of her continued to consume me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my end of the bargain. There wasn’t room for both. I had to choose, and I chose my sister. She was there before Frankie, and she’d be there long after.

That’s why I had to make sure our time together was the most memorable experience she ever had, that I’d ever had. Just enough that I could get her out of my head forever.

And then once it was over, Frankie Jordan would be my realtor, and nothing more.

“The suite is available,” Will said from my intercom.

I picked up the phone. “Book it for the night, please. Late checkout. A spa day for her, too.” I glanced at the spa’s webpage again. “Massage, facial, the works. Just make sure she gets pampered. Hair and make-up as well. Done, but not too done.”

“That’s quite a menu.”

“It’s quite an occasion,” I told him. “Can you also book a mid-level suite—second floor from the top?”

“Yep. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Good man.”

FROM:
Block, Derek

TO:
Jordan, Frankie

SENT:
April 24, 9:23am

SUBJECT:
April 27th

Don’t make plans for the day or night.

You’re mine.

In spite of telling her I wanted to keep things physical, I hadn’t mentioned my one night, one morning rule. I would have to tell her at the hotel. There was a chance she’d kick me out, despise me, void our contract and refuse to work with me again. I’d known the risks before I’d touched her the first time. I knew the risks now.

Getting another chance to taste her would make it all worth it.

FROM:
Jordan, Frankie

TO:
Block, Derek

SENT:
April 24, 9:25am

SUBJECT:
You’re on my calendar.

I can’t wait.

FRANKIE

DEREK’S EMAIL
said there would be a driver arriving at my condo at ten in the morning. I’d been checking the time non-stop since I’d woken up. It was a few minutes before ten, so I threw some last minute items into my bag—an extra pair of panties in case he ripped the others, a second bottle of lotion if the first decided to explode, several more pairs of earrings so I would have choices—and headed for the elevator.

I rolled the suitcase, feeling how notably heavy it was. I had certainly over-packed for a one-night stay. I shifted my fingers continuously around the handle and realized how much I was fidgeting.

I was more nervous than I thought I’d be.

Derek hadn’t provided any details beyond asking me to pack a bag. Our communication over the last few days had been short and flirty and all conducted through email. I hadn’t invited him to come over again, and when I had stopped by Timber Towers with my client—the international investor who was in town—Derek wasn’t there.

Not only hadn’t I seen him or heard his voice, I also hadn’t touched myself. It hadn’t been easy to uphold his order, an order he reminded me of every day. There had been a few times when I had almost caved, my fingers tempting me in the shower, but the thought of tonight and my promise to Derek had kept me strong. Now the throbbing between my legs was becoming intolerable, and it didn’t help with my anxiety. Neither did not being privy to his plans.

I wanted him, more than anything, but the thought of him naked, and of me naked, spending the whole night together, and finally getting to experience what I’d been dreaming about…it was a lot to take in.

My doorman greeted me when I arrived at the lobby. “Ms. Jordan,” he said as he took the suitcase handle out of my grip. “Your driver is here to pick you up.” He motioned toward a gray-haired man standing on the far side of the lobby.

“At the request of Mr. Block,” the driver said, “would you please follow me, ma’am?”

We followed the driver to his SUV, the same model Norm drove, and I climbed into the backseat while the men placed my bag in the back.

My doorman arrived at my side. “We’ll see you soon,” he said, closing me in.

The driver took his seat and turned to face me. “Can I get you a drink? I have bottled water and juice, or I can stop and get you a coffee.”

“I’m fine, thanks.” The only thing I wanted was a mimosa, and even if he had one to offer, I wasn’t sure my stomach could handle it. Not until I knew where he was taking me, at least. “Will it be a long drive?”

He glanced at me in his rearview mirror as he started the engine and steered through the long line of cars. “Not too long, no.”

“And will Derek be driving with us, or…?”

“Mr. Block will be arriving separately.”

I stared out the window, not knowing my destination, which only made me feel worse. So I opened my purse and searched for my phone. Checking my email would at least occupy some of the drive.

A text from Brea was already on the screen.

Brea:
Are you in la-la land yet?

Me:
I’m in the backseat of an SUV and I have no idea where the driver’s taking me. There’s no wine and I’m a wreck.

Brea:
Think of what awaits you…

What awaits you?
I had to stop myself from laughing. That didn’t sound like Brea at all. She was usually much more blunt.

Me:
Is this you or did someone steal your phone, Miss Proper?

Brea:
I thought if you read the word ORGASM it would make you more nervous. But fine…think of the orgasm. The MIND BLOWING ORGASM. ;-)

Me:
You’re right. I’m more nervous.

Brea:
You’ll be fine. More than fine. You’ll be non-stop orgasming.

Me:
I’ll text you in the morning.

Brea:
Orgasm. Orgasm. Orgasm.

I laughed and glanced up just as the SUV came to a stop in front of the Blue Bay Hotel. I knew the place well. It was where many of my international clients stayed while they were in town, where Norm and I picked them up for viewings, where we often had drinks after those showings.

“We’re here,” the driver said, shifting into park. He came around to the backseat and opened my door.

“I’m meeting Derek at the hotel?” I clasped his wrinkled fingers and he helped me step onto the curb.

“I’m not certain of Mr. Block’s plans.” I watched as he moved to the back and retrieved my bag and handed it to the bellhop.

My eyes then fell upon a woman with an impressive head of long, fiery-red hair. “Ms. Jordan,” she said, reaching for my hand to shake. “I’m TeriLyn, the owner’s assistant.”

I adjusted my purse so it sat on the highest point of my shoulder and took her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.” The gold tag pinned to the lapel of her jacket confirmed her name and title.

She nodded. “Mr. Block has asked me to assist you throughout the day to make sure your stay with us is exceptional.”

“My stay?”

“Indeed, please come with me.” We walked past the outside foyer, toward the glass entrance of the hotel.

”Are you going to fill me in on what Derek has planned?”

TeriLyn held the door open for me as we moved into the lobby. “More details to come, of course. For now, let’s get you to your room.”

She kept an even pace as she led me past the bar and restaurant, slowing only when we reached a bank of elevators. We waited for one to arrive. “We’re having quite the cold spring, aren’t we?”

I appreciated her attempt at small talk, but it wasn’t helping the knot in my stomach or the jitteriness in my hands. “It has been unseasonably chilly.”

“Pretty scarf.”

I ran my fingers over the silk chiffon print. “Thank you.” It was wrapped loosely, barely touching my neck, yet it felt like it was strangling me.

“After you,” TeriLyn said, holding the elevator door open. She stepped inside and pressed the second button from the top. I leaned against the mirrored wall and crossed my arms over my stomach. It growled in response.

“There will be food in your suite,” she said.

I chuckled, surprised she had heard my grumbling belly over the music that played in the elevator. I was still too queasy for wine, but I needed to put some food in me and was happy to hear I would have some soon.

“Have you stayed here before?” she asked.

I shook my head. “But I’ve eaten at the restaurant and I’ve frequented the bar.”

“I see.” She held the elevator door while I moved into the hallway. “Your bag will be waiting in your room.”

“That was quick.”

She smiled. “You’re a special guest.”

Special treatment for a special guest—Derek and the owner must have known each other somehow. There was no other reason the owner’s assistant would be shadowing me.

She led me to a door at the end of the hall, slid her key card, and guided me inside. It was situated on the corner of the hotel, smaller than most of the suites I had been in at other hotels, but larger than a standard room, with ample natural light and modern fixtures. New age music played through the speakers and breakfast had been set up on the bar. I held my stomach again as I looked at the food.

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” She stayed in the entryway, leaning against the open door. “Have some breakfast and relax. Try to make yourself at home.”

Try
.

She was either extremely intuitive, or I was fidgeting worse than I thought.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” She looked over her shoulder as she pulled the door shut. “Take a peek at the bed.” Then she was gone.

I was finally alone and too curious to wait. I ran into the bedroom. Resting on the fluffy white comforter was an envelope, and a box that looked similar to all the others that had been delivered to my office over the past three days. I opened the envelope carefully.

TeriLyn will be taking you to the spa.

First, change into the robe that’s in the closet.

Enjoy your time here.

I’ll be enjoying you later.

—
D

I dropped the note and unwrapped the box. Inside was a double-breasted trench coat—black, knee-length, and perfectly suited to my taste. There was another note under it.

The final piece of your outfit tonight.

—
D

The bellhop had laid my bag on a luggage rack just outside the closet. I unzipped it and pulled out my panties, garter, stockings, bra, and the heels Derek had sent. I spread them out on the bed, my eyes taking in their details. Everything was black and seductive. Titillating. When he thought about finally having me, this was what he pictured me in.

A shiver ran through my body.

Now that I at least knew what I would be doing today, my stomach was finally starting to settle a little. I wandered over to the bar, spread with fruit, muffins, and pastries. I broke a blueberry muffin in half and took a bite. It was fresh, delicious, and excellently paired with the vanilla bean coffee I found in the coffee pot.