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Stay the Night

Stay the Night

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Building an empire comes first. Or it did until I met her. My family's billion-dollar hotel chain has been my life for as long as I can remember. Travel. Women. Wealth. That's all I know, until fate grabs me by the throat and decides to not let up. She's a beach body, a beautiful, curvy California girl who hasn't found the right person to give into yet. I would have felt the same, but something about her has me pacing the floor at night. And my father sent me out to her hotel specifically. The sly dog knowing that she's exactly the woman I need in my future. But it's not that easy. It never is. Not until our love produces a little one. Then everything changes. Especially me. Now I want more than just one night. I want forever.

Chapter 1 Time is Money

Blake

"Excuse me, could I have one of those?" I asked. The flight attendant glanced down at the stack of newspapers in her arms, a surprised expression crossing her features before her pink lips curled into a flirtatious smile.

"There's a news channel on board, number fifty four." She bent down lower than necessary, giving me a glimpse of the lacy black bra underneath her uniform. Her breasts brushed my bicep as she reached for the controller in my armrest. "Here, let me help you with that."

A couple of years ago, I would have leaned into it. I would have smiled back and taken her to a hotel room as soon as the plane touched down. Not anymore.

Shifting a bit so my arm wasn't in the way of her ample chest anymore, I smiled politely and nodded at the newspapers. "I prefer getting my news from the papers."

The flirtatious smile faltered before she straightened up. "Of course sir. The Times?"

"One of each, please. Thank you."

She shuffled through the stack, then handed me three different papers.

"Anything else I can get for you today, sir?" She batted her long lashes, thrusting out her hip a little. The name tag on her uniform told me her name was Carol.

Carol was pretty and clearly interested, but I wasn't. "I'll take a Macallan on the rocks."

It was after lunch. Still too early to be drinking, but I needed it. Carol nodded and walked down the narrow aisle to get my drink, handing out more papers to the other passengers in first class as she went.

Settling back in my seat, I unfolded The Times. The paper rustled as I snapped it open. I paged past the gossip section, but not fast enough to miss my brother's face smiling up at me from the page.

The headline was one that I saw at least once every couple of months. Danny loved the attention that went along with being who we were as much as I avoided it. Today's headline speculated about my brother dating Madeline Thompson, a hotel heiress in her own right.

I shook my head. Danny, Maddy and I all grew up together. Our fathers, despite being rival property magnates, had been friends for years. Danny and Maddy both adored being in the public eye. I knew there was nothing between them, but I also knew they thrived on headlines and society gossip.

Carol delivered my drink and I gulped half of it down, relishing the smooth burn of the alcohol. My brother was going to be insufferable later. No doubt being the subject of an article in The Times had made his already enormous head swell another size or two.

"Aren't you too young to read newspapers?" Carol asked, hovering near my seat with another welcoming smile.

Sighing inwardly, I nodded. "I'm an old soul, I guess. Thanks for the drink."

My eyes drifted away from her brown ones back to my paper. Taking the hint that I wasn't in the mood to be social, she frowned and took off.

I scowled at Danny's picture for a second, then went in the search of the real news. For the next three hours, I devoured the papers before pulling out my laptop to get some work done.

Too soon for my liking, the Captain's voice crackled over the speakers. "Good afternoon folks. We're going to be starting our descent into Florida in the next few minutes. We hope you enjoyed the flight with us today and that you'll choose us when you travel again."

I was already booked on this airline for a flight out tomorrow, much to my father's chagrin. He never understood why I preferred to fly commercial instead of taking the company jet. Neither my dad nor my brother understood why I chose to stay under the radar, out of the public eye, keeping mostly to myself.

Luckily, they'd given up on trying to talk me into changing my mind. As the Chief Financial Officer of one of the biggest hotel groups in the world, they thought I should enjoy the perks more. But being CFO was enough for me. I didn't want or need the rest of it.

Heat and humidity hit me in the face as soon as I stepped out of the airport terminal. "Fucking Florida," I muttered under my breath, heading toward the rental car company I always used. Why my dad chose Tampa for the company headquarters never made sense to me, but he loved it here.

Something about being able to work and still live the retirement lifestyle. It made zero sense, but it wasn't my logic or my decision. At least he didn't expect me to live here, or even to spend a lot of time here.

I spent my time traveling between our hotels all around the country. I worked from hotels and planes, hardly ever sleeping in my own bed. It suited me perfectly.

After spending fifteen minutes in the express line to rent a car, I made my way through the throngs of people in the airport and found the Mercedes I'd rented out in the lot.

Once I was on the road, I blasted the air conditioner in the car and turned the radio all the way up. Rock music poured out of the speakers. I let the pounding bass wash over me, relaxing the knots in my shoulders.

My father's office was in an imposing building downtown. It was one of the only properties we owned that didn't double as a hotel. Just the sight of it had the pleasant buzz from the music flowing right out of me. I used to love it here, but I had really grown to hate this state. I didn't know what the issue was, but being here made me really uncomfortable, like somehow my skin was on too tight.

Reaching for my collar, I pulled it away from my throat and rolled my neck from shoulder to shoulder. My suit was tailor made for me and up until I landed in Florida, it fit me like a glove. Now it also felt too tight. Like my skin, it was choking me. Making me itch.

A car horn blared at me as I slowed to a near crawl before pulling into the parking lot. Frank, my dad's favorite security guard, waved me through the boom with a friendly flick of his hand. I returned the gesture, half wishing I could stop and chat with him. But my dad was waiting.

I glanced at the clock on the dashboard, realizing that by taking my time to get here I was officially five minutes late. I hated being late nearly as much as I hated where I was. Growing up with one of the most successful men in the country as my father, I had learned a lot about business. One of the first lessons I learned was about timeliness. Time is money and nobody liked losing money.

Gunning it through the lot, I parked in my designated space and jogged across to the elevator. Unlike most execs, dad didn't have a corner office. He had a large rectangular space in the middle of the floor with a massive balcony overlooking the ocean. Glass stackable doors made up one entire side, in his words, to let in 'plenty of natural light.' On days that he felt like it, the doors were opened completely so he could feel like he was working outside.

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