Chapter 6

Half an hour later, the sound of a keycard at the door broke the silence.

The mattress dipped as someone sat down on the edge of the bed. Then I caught a whiff of cologne and heard a gentle voice. "You set the AC so low, you'll end up catching a cold."

James was dressed in a fitted black sweater that emphasized his muscular build. I slid my hand beneath his sweater, but he caught my wrist before I could continue.

"I haven't prepared anything yet. Don't rush," he said, his voice deep and magnetic.

I leaned in close to…