My phone chirps in reply.
I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I don’t even want to think about it. If it wasn’t for my mind transporting me back to it, I would have forgotten a long time ago.
Change the subject. Quickly. The limo pulls up in front of the hotel, and Levi and I exit quickly, heading for the elevators. I toss my phone into my bag as we stand waiting. The lobby is surprisingly quiet for six in the evening. The doors open, and we step inside. Levi presses the button for the suite before swiping his keycard to access the floor. I drop my bag and lean back against the glass.
My gaze falls on him. His top button is undone and his tie is loosened, just a little. His dark hair is pushed back, and he looks as gorgeous as ever. I want to run my fingers through his hair and taste the bottom lip he is cautiously chewing on. His eyes run from the climbing floors back to my hungry eyes, and we lock our stares.
I take three steps and he’s pressed against the wall of the elevator, my mouth on his. His lips part and I plunge my tongue in, massaging his in passing as I explore the mouth I’ve desperately wanted to be in for days. The elevator slows, coming to a stop. I reluctantly pull away and cross the elevator, heading back into the safety of the corner I claimed upon entering. The doors open and an older couple joins us on our ride up.
A minute later, the elevator comes to a stop on our floor. We exit into the suite like nothing happened, heading to our respective rooms. Yup, we are fucking bi-polar as all hell.
My phone chirps from the bag. My PI’s number appears on the screen.
Interesting.
I look out of the suite. “Levi. Come here when you get a minute.”
“What’s up?” He peers in my door, wearing nothing but the black slacks he had on all day. I want to lick him. I’m not even sure where the thought came from; maybe it’s my lack of orgasms lately, but damn, he looks delicious.
“Do you have a couple minutes? I got a message from my PI and it seems as though his search turned something up. I didn’t feel comfortable calling without you here.” It’s the truth; this is between Levi and his ex-wife, not me.
“Yeah, cue him up on speaker.” He runs his fingers run through his hair, and he kicks off his shoes, sprawling out across my bed. Our bed. The bed we shared last night.
“Davis Napoli,” my PI answers the phone.
“Seven James here, Davis. I have Levi Parker on the line with me as well, as this is his matter.”
Levi nods and exchanges greetings with Davis over the phone. I sit down on the edge of the bed, placing the iPhone down on the bed between us.
“Well, at your request, Miss James, I did some digging into Mrs. Parker’s dealings. It seems as though there is a long-standing affair in her life, as well as some massive debt.” I quietly watch Levi, but he shows no emotion.
“Long-standing affair? As in months? Years? Is there any kind of timetable on this?” His words are to the point with no emotion. In fact, I don’t think I have ever seen Levi this void before. His eyes are dark, lacking any sense of emotion, pissed, which for him is a first. At least with me.
“It appears this is something that has been standing for roughly three years. The gentleman,” the phone line fills with the sound of scattering papers, “oh, here we go. A man by the name of Daniel Alexander. Married, father, lives in Greenwich, Connecticut.”
At the mention of his name, I stand and head for the door. This is more than I should be listening to; this isn’t my business. Levi’s hand reaches out and stops me; when I turn to look at him, he shakes his head.
“Thank you for this information, Davis. Can I ask you to send all of this information to my attorney?” Levi is cool and collected, as I would be in the face of a business deal. While I continue to listen in, the two men end their conversation, and Levi’s face turns to relief.
“Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore.” He laughs as he unbuttons his pants and walks for the door. “Thanks for the help, Seven.” He slides his pants down his legs and hangs them over his arm. His ass is perfection in the tight, grey boxer briefs, and I can’t help but think God Bless Diesel as he walks to his suite. “Be ready by seven fifteen,” he yells as he rounds the corner, and he is gone. I won’t dare follow him into his suite.
I stand alone in the foyer, waiting for Levi. I chose to wear a three-forth sleeve pale pink dress that falls right above my knees. My legs are covered in sheer black stockings, connected to a sexy matching garter belt. Pink and black polka dot heels cover my feet, and I have black wrap over my shoulders and wrapping around my arms. I grip onto the small pink clutch, only big enough to hold my cell phone and credit cards. Oh, and a tube of my bold pink lipstick, a shade I rarely wear.
Levi appears out of his suite, wearing a sleek black custom-tailored suit, with a pink tie that perfectly matches the dress I wear. Someone is sneaky.
“Well, aren’t we just a matching pair this evening?” I laugh at the sheer stupidity of it all. This is shit couples do, something we clearly are not.
“I guess I picked the perfect tie for the evening, huh?” he teases, as he holds his hand out, waiting for me to step forward and take it. Should I?
Against my better judgment, I do exactly what he wants. The last brick in my wall comes crumbling down, and my defenses against him are virtually gone. I am sure it won’t be long until we are talking happily ever afters and babies. Fucking ick! Crotch nuggets!
We make our way to the elevator, and he leans in closely and whispers into my ear. “My dear, you look wonderful tonight.”
I smile, as I think of the Eric Clapton song my father occasionally played for me as a little girl. Only when no one was around to witness our rare bonding. The thought sends a ping to my heart, jump-starting emotions I haven’t felt run through my body in an eternity. I try to push them into the back of my mind and focus on just enjoying the evening ahead of us.
We step into the elevator. “So where are we off to for the evening, Mr. Parker?”
A sly smile presses to his lips and a dimple appears, one I haven’t noticed before. Or maybe I just never got a big enough smile out of him to bring the adorable feature to life. “I have big plans, but if I told you, I would have to kill you.” I can’t help but laugh at him. I certainly have met my match for sure.
“Kill me, huh? Well, that wouldn’t be much fun.”
We continue our trip in silence, wearing big smiles. It isn’t until the limo pulls up at the classically beautiful Thames River that I’m confused. “Right this way, Seven.” He takes my hand once again and we start walking for The London Eye. The massive, modern Ferris wheel puts any amusement park to shame. The luxurious, glass enclosed pods are rumored to have the best views of London.
“You have got to be kidding me; I am not getting in that!” There is no way my anxiety over heights is going to allow me to set one foot inside one of those death traps. Of course, they are safe, and hell, you can even have a party in one, but I’m not buying it. At all.