Copyright © 2008 Kelly Ethan
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Hermes Olympus stared down at the small, wild woman resting against the desk in front of him. He wasn’t normally turned-on by an abusive guest, but this woman had him harder than the rocks in the Parthenon. His cock twitched and hardened even more, operating on its own agenda. Fighting the insane urge to beat his chest and drag her to his cave, he let his gaze drift over her.
Her long black hair lay tangled against her back and elicited thoughts of how she’d look after a night of loving. The sweet innocent message in her huge brown eyes contradicted the lush sensuality of her full, pouty lips. Lips that evoked an image of a sultry old-time movie goddess. Lips that made him want to spend a full day exploring.
Plump breasts hid under her thin shirt. Her rigid nipples stood to attention the same way his cock did. His hands shook with the urge to shape, caress every curve on her body. His mouth watered, needing to take her nipples in, shirt and all and lathe them until she screamed. Desire shot through his veins, and his heart revved like a well-tuned racing car. The race to pull her against him, strip her of those jeans nearly ground down his control. Commonsense dictated a lobby wasn’t the best place for the loving he had in mind, but this unknown five foot two woman wielded a lush attraction that had him wanting to worship at the altar of her body no matter the risk.
Electricity arced between them, but her signals yelled “not yet!” She obviously wasn’t here to indulge in any orgasmic play—Ahh, what a word—but she certainly had a problem he might be able to fix.
“My name is Hermes Olympus, and I’m the manager here. Can I be of assistance to you?” He suppressed the urge to lick his lips at the help he had in mind for her.
“I need a room and I’m looking for Cassandra Troy.”
“I’m sorry.” Genuinely. He’d do anything to satisfy this woman, but guest privacy was paramount. “Unfortunately, guests come here to relax in anonymity. Without prior consent, there’s nothing I can do for you.”
“There’s a problem at home, and my mother needs to do some explaining. I’ve had a shitty day. A cop gave me a ticket, and a storm cloud creamed my car. How about giving me a break?”
Speaking of creamed. He knew what he’d like to see creamed. It involved her, naked, legs spread wide, and his face buried in paradise. To give himself a chance to calm down, Hermes glanced outside the lobby at the destroyed car still smoking in the driveway. Taking a deep breath, he looked straight at her and hoped his fantasy thoughts and rock-hard-erection didn’t show.
Hmm, mother? And she asked for Cassandra Troy? He grinned. There was only one person she could be. “Why didn’t you say so? You must be little Cassandra. Your mother is here, staying with the rest of the family for the reunion. She’s around somewhere. Let’s get you a room.” He moved briskly to the desk, spoke to the receptionist, and returned to Cassandra with a key.
“No, that’s not right.” She frowned. “We don’t have family in America. In fact, I don’t think we have any family anywhere. Mom has never mentioned it.”
Baffled, Hermes looked down at the card key in his hand. Obviously, her mother hadn’t told Cassandra junior about her family connections. He decided not to delve into a family mystery. This was something she really needed to find out from her mother.
“Here’s the key to your suite. It’s on the house. Why don’t I show you to your room, and you can puzzle this out later?”
“Ah, thanks. But I don’t really need a suite. I just need to find my mother.”
“It’s no problem. Anything for family.” Anything at all. Hermes bit his comment back. He didn’t want to scare Cassandra off. In fact, he’d like to see more of the woman in front of him. A whole lot more.