One Night Only

  “Can't your parents just hire someone? I know it's not ideal for a family business, but surely there's someone who's been loyal enough to be considered family without being blood.”

  The smile she gave me said it all. “No, Reed. It has to be me. And I've made my peace with that. More or less, anyway.” She reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. “That's why this means so much to me. When I go back, it's all responsibility.”

  I didn't say anything as I pulled her to my side, tucking her under my arm where she fit so perfectly. I hated this. I hated not being able to help her break free like I had. I hated her parents for making her feel so trapped. And I hated how much I cared. I didn't know this girl. She was supposed to have been a fling, another in a line of hook-ups to help me forget the mess I'd left in Philadelphia and to distract me from the fact that I had no idea what I was doing. But it was more than that already, had been from the moment I'd met her even if I hadn't wanted to admit it then.

  I told myself that I needed to stop asking questions, stop trying to figure out a way to help. I couldn't help. All I could do was listen and then let her go when it was time. But as I looked down at her, my heart twisted at the thought of letting her go, never seeing her again.

  Dammit. I knew better than to do this, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. I didn't know who she was or what I was feeling, only that it was more than I should. I also knew that no matter what I did, things were going to end badly. For both of us.

  Fourteen

  Reed

  As afternoon turned into evening, I started getting hungry. With all the craziness that had been going on, I'd forgotten to eat today. I doubted Nami had eaten much either, so I steered us towards a place I'd heard of when I'd been here before. I hadn't eaten there, but it sounded like a good place to take her. I'd heard it had an amazing view of the gondolas. Nice and romantic...

  I pushed the thought aside. Romance didn't matter. I wasn't trying to date her. I kept telling myself that as we walked up to Risorrante da Raffaele. Still, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to take her someplace like this on a real date, as something more than just some girl I'd hooked up with. A girl I was just supposed to be showing a good time.

  I could see how things would play out differently if we'd been here as a couple. We would've been planning the trip together, with the restaurant as part of it. I pulled out her chair for her, returning the smile she gave me. After we ordered, I decided to ask the question I'd been wondering for a while now.

  “What would you do,” I asked, “if you could do anything? If your family business wasn't a factor. What would you do?”

  Nami looked surprised and I understood why. When a person was raised, groomed, to take over the family business, there was never anyone asking what we wanted to do, not seriously anyway. Our opinions, our wants, they didn't matter.

  “I haven't given it any thought.”

  The reply came automatically. I recognized the sound of something that had been rehearsed, the kind of response a responsible older child was supposed to give when asked that question.

  “Yes, you have.” I called her on her lie. “I know you have because I always did.”

  She smiled, unapologetic about the deceit. “You did?”

  “Of course.” I smiled back. “I did the whole MBA thing and found out I have a knack for it, so my dreams changed, but they weren't always for business.”

  “What were they?” she asked. “When you were a child, what were your dreams?”

  “If I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?” I teased as the waiter poured us both the wine I'd ordered.

  She winked. “You first.”

  “All right,” I agreed. I leaned back in my chair. “How far back do you want to go? Preschool?”

  “You were ambitious even then?” She seemed amused. “Why does this not surprise me?”

  “Oh, nothing so ambitious,” I said. “I once wanted to be a police car. Not a policeman, but a car.”

  She laughed, a full, real laugh, not the kind that someone gave to be polite. “You wanted to be a car?”

  I shrugged. “I was four. I didn't know that wasn't exactly an option.” I took another swallow of wine. “I figured it out eventually.”

  “So did you want to be a police officer then?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “When I was older, but before I really understood what it meant for me to take over the family business, I thought I might want to be a lawyer. Not a prosecutor or some sleazy defense attorney. I wanted to go into family law, take care of kids.”

  It was funny how I thought of that now. I hadn't thought of it in years, not since I'd gotten into high school and my parents had started telling me what classes to take. Or, as they put it, 'strongly advising' me what would be needed for me to get into business. I'd been surprised that I'd felt protective of Nami, thinking that I hadn't felt that way before, but I had. I'd wanted to help people.

  “You're quiet,” Nami said, breaking into my thoughts.

  “Just remembering,” I said. “So there you have it. I wanted to be a lawyer and then went to business school.”

  “Is that what you will do now?” she asked. “Go to law school?”

  I shook my head. “No, I've given that up. I don't think I'd be suited for law anyway. I actually do have a good head for business.”

  “So you will go back to your parents' business?” She sounded surprised.

  “No.” I leaned back as the waiter brought our appetizers. “I want my own business.” I frowned. “I thought I had a good idea before, but now I'm thinking I might want something else.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “I have no idea.” I laughed. “None at all.”

  We ate for a few moments, enjoying the weather and the city itself. I had to admit, I was definitely enjoying this trip to Venice much more than my previous one. I looked across the table at Nami. There was no denying that it was due to the company.

  “You never told me yours,” I said as the waiter cleared away our appetizers and placed our entrees in front of us. “If family wasn't an issue, what would you want to be? What would you do?”

  She flushed, piquing my curiosity. Whatever it was, it had to be interesting.

  “Now you have to share,” I said.

  She pushed some of her food around on her plate and took a bite. I didn't press her again. She'd tell me when she was ready. I could see that she wanted to. After a couple minutes of us eating in silence, she finally spoke.

  “I wanted to be a teacher.”

  “A teacher?” I was surprised, not because I didn't think she'd be good at it, but because it didn't seem to match her initial reaction.

  “And a mother.” She looked down at her plate.

  Ah, that made sense now. Well, sort of. “Will your family's business keep you from being a mother?” The question popped out before I thought about it. “Shit. I'm sorry. That's none of my business.”

  “It's okay,” she said, her voice quiet. “Let's just say that if I have children, because of my position, I'd most likely see very little of them. They'd be raised by nannies. Governesses.”

  “Couldn't your husband take care of them? If you've got such a good position, he wouldn't need to work long hours.” Dammit. I kept putting my foot in my mouth, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to know more about her, how she thought, what she wanted. “That is, if you planned to get married. You wouldn't need to just to have kids. I mean, I just assumed since your family was so adamant about the whole sex thing...”

  Shit. I sounded like such an idiot. Fortunately, Nami was laughing. It wasn't the same full laugh she'd had before, but it was real.

  “Yes, Reed, I would need to be married.” She was smiling, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “My parents would not approve of children any other way.”

  I frowned as I took another bite.

  “You do not approve.” Her accent had thickened and I knew she was upset.

  ??
?Actually, I was just thinking of how well our parents would get along.” That was half the truth anyway. “My parents put an 'heir' clause in the business contract they drew up when Britni and I got married.” I stabbed a piece of chicken with a little more force than necessary. “Kids are just pawns to my parents.”

  Nami reached across the table and put her hand on mine. I jerked my head up, startled as much by the gesture as I was by the touch itself.

  “All we can hope for, then, is to do better for our children than our parents have done for us.”

  There was something in her voice that made me turn over my hand and squeeze hers, offering her comfort for whatever she was feeling. I raised our hands and kissed the back of hers.

  “I'm sure you're going to be a great mother,” I said sincerely. I felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of her with another man and immediately shoved it away. I had no right to be jealous. She wasn't mine. This was just a fun follow up to a great night.

  “I don't think so.” She pulled her hand away from mine. “My eldest will be forced to do exactly what I'm doing now.”

  I frowned. “But you don't have to do things the same way your parents do. You can let your kids do whatever they want.”

  She shook her head, but didn't expound. She went back to eating and silence fell between us again. When the waiter came back to ask if we wanted dessert, we both declined and I asked for the check.

  “I'll pay,” she said, reaching for her purse.

  “No way.” I picked up the check and handed the waiter my card. “My treat.”

  As the waiter walked away, Nami leaned across the table, her expression serious. “Reed, you do understand, this is not a date. It cannot be a date.”

  “I know,” I said. And I did, intellectually. A part of me, however, still had a bit of hope that this could be something more. I didn't know what, because I wasn't letting myself think that far ahead, but something.

  She shook her head. “No, you don't. You have to understand that I will have to walk away soon, and we will never see each other again.”

  I couldn't let her see how much I hated that idea. I stood and held out my hand. “Soon, but not now, right?”

  I saw the emotions flit across her face but didn't say anything. She had to make this decision on her own. If she declined and said she needed to go now, I'd respect it. I'd take her wherever she thought it best to find her bodyguards and then I'd go find a hotel room. But I didn't want her to say no. I wanted her to take my hand and come with me somewhere we could be alone. Really alone.

  She stood but didn't take my hand. I tried to hide my disappointment as I lowered my hand. This was it then. We were done. I barely registered the waiter returning my card. All I could think about was the best way to say good-bye. I wanted to kiss her one last time, feel her pressed against me.

  “Soon.” Her voice was low as she closed the distance between us. “But not now.”

  She stood on her toes and claimed my mouth in a kiss that went straight down through me. I could feel the want, the need, as her tongue curled around mine, her body moving against me in a way that wasn't entirely appropriate for public. I didn't care about anyone who might be watching though. All I cared about was the woman in my arms.

  When she broke the kiss, she didn't pull away. “Take me somewhere we can be alone,” she whispered.

  “You read my mind.” I brushed my lips across hers. “Let's get out of here.”

  Fifteen

  Nami

  I didn't know what I expected, but it wasn't something like Hotel Moresco. It was absolutely gorgeous, and far too expensive for a few hours. I had no doubt that was all we would get. Tomas and Kai hadn't caught up with us yet, but I had no doubt that they'd find me soon. Even if they didn't, I would need to call them and meet. I'd missed the plane today, and we could make excuses for that, but if I put off going home for more than a day, I risked my parents finding out what I was really doing.

  I should have left him at the restaurant, I knew that, but I hadn't been able to make myself walk away. I'd seen the look in his eyes when I hadn't taken his hand and it had reached something deep inside me, a part of me I hadn't known I'd had. All his talk of dreams and what I wanted had stirred up feelings I hadn't allowed myself to feel in a long time. I'd accepted my parents' will and resigned myself to my position, to marrying a man I didn't know or love. What I'd told him about children was true. I may have been inheriting the title of queen and the rule of Saja, but I was still expected to provide an heir. At least, unlike European monarchies, the gender wasn't important.

  It had been that thought, that this was what I'd be doing to my own son or daughter, that had made me go with him. I needed to forget about what was to come, live in the moment, focus on nothing but him. I knew I'd gotten in too deep with him, cared too much, and it was that knowledge that would keep me sane during what was to come. It would be Reed's voice I would hear, his body I would see and feel when my husband came to me.

  I'd heard a story once that a young English princess, when she told her mother that she was frightened shortly before her wedding night, was given the sage advice to close her eyes and think of England. I would not be thinking of Saja on my wedding night, gritting my teeth and getting through it. Instead, I would think of Reed. Imagine it was his hands on me, him inside me. My husband would never know that any sounds of pleasure I made were from the memory of the man currently at my side.

  “Are you sure about this, Nami?” Reed asked. “I don't want you to do anything you don't want.”

  I squeezed his hand and led him onto the elevator. “I want you.”

  His eyes darkened as the doors closed and he backed me up against the wall. He cupped my face between his hands, and I waited for a hard, demanding kiss. I could feel the desire radiating off of him. Instead, his touch was gentle, his thumbs brushing along my bottom lip.

  “The things you do to me,” he murmured. He lowered his head and touched his lips to mine, the briefest of kisses, but enough to heat my entire body from head to toe.

  The elevator dinged and we were on the fourth floor. Reed had gone for whatever room they had available, but I had no doubt that even the cheapest room here would be opulent. I wasn't disappointed, but I only cared about one thing.

  I pulled him after me, the bed my only objective.

  “Not that I'm complaining,” Reed said as I pushed against his chest so that he fell back on the bed. “But I was thinking we could take our time.”

  “I intend to,” I said as I stripped of my shirt and jeans. “I am going to take my time with you.”

  His eyes widened slightly. “Nami?”

  I didn't speak as I pulled off his shoes before climbing onto the bed. I straddled his waist and took hold of his t-shirt. He raised up enough for me to pull it off, baring his sculpted, lean torso. I felt his eyes on me as I slowly ran my hands over his chest, down his arms and then back up before moving down to his stomach. I didn't look at him as I teased along the waistband of his jeans, memorizing the way the pants hung low enough to show off the top of those v-grooves that I knew pointed the way to a magnificent piece of flesh.

  I leaned down, running my tongue over his abs, enjoying the moans my attention elicited. I traveled up his chest, kissing and licking my way across his skin. When I reached his nipples, I took my time on each one, licking and sucking until he had a hand on my head, fingers buried in my curls. Pinpricks of pain went through my scalp, making things low inside me heat up. I scraped my teeth across the tight skin and he swore. I smiled and bit down, worrying at his nipple until he was writhing beneath me, the friction doing wonderful things to me.

  Suddenly, he was pulling me up and crushing my mouth to his. He bit at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth to soothe away the sting. His free hand pressed against the small of my back, pushing me even harder down against him, the only thing between us was my panties and his clothing.

  “Could I make you come this way?” He paused in his assault
on my mouth only long enough to ask the question.

  I didn't need to answer because I was already coming. The pressure and friction from his jeans on my clit pushed me over the edge. I pulled my mouth away from his to cry out.

  “I love those sounds you make.” He sucked on my earlobe and I squirmed, sending new ripples of pleasure through me. “Want to see what else I can make you do?”

  I pushed myself up on my knees. “Not yet. I'm not done with you.”

  He slid his hands up my sides. “Please. You're killing me.”

  “Maybe a peek.” I smiled down at him as I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra.

  “Fuck,” he groaned as he cupped my breasts. “You have the most amazing tits.”

  My eyelids fluttered as his fingers found my nipples, rolling them hard and fast, almost painfully. He tugged on them and my head fell back, my body arching towards his touch. I put my hands on his chest, feeling the rise and fall against my palms, the beat of his heart.

  His hips moved under mine and I felt his weight starting to shift. I shook my head and slid backwards, moving away from his hands.

  “I'm not done with you yet.” I positioned myself at his knees and got to work ridding him of his jeans. I left his boxer-briefs on, wanting to remember the sight of him like this. Long legs, trim waist. The way the cloth clung to him. His cock was already starting to grow and I licked my lips in appreciation, remembering the taste of him from earlier today.

  I ran my hands up his muscular legs, the hair rough against my palms. I cupped his cock through the cloth and gave him a gentle squeeze, smiling as he swore. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and he obliged by lifting his hips so I could pull them down and then off. His cock came free, thick and swollen. I sat back on my heels, letting myself enjoy the new view.

  “You going to stare at it all night or do something with it?” He was teasing, but I could hear the strain in his voice.