Page 231 of Wicked Angel
I giggled and gently slapped his hands away so I could do it up. “Hey, if I can’t touch, neither can you.”
“Fair.”
“I really thought you’d put up more of a fight.”
He smiled wickedly. I had no idea what he was really up to here, but whatever it was… I was loving it. I watched him pick up a strawberry from the silver tray by the Champagne. He held it for me so I could take a juicy bite, then ate the rest himself.
“Wow,” I mused. “Billionaires eat really good strawberries.”
“Who knew.”
I watched him pull on his shirt, a fresh new button-up, a deep blue that brought out his eyes and hugged his torso perfectly. And of course, he left a few buttons undone. I watched him roll up the sleeves, revealing his forearm tattoos, his rings and bracelets.
“This is so romantic,” I told him as I slipped into the sexy turquoise heels he’d picked out for me. “You have to tell me why you brought me here.”
Johnny’s eyes drifted over me appreciatively. I was standing in front of him in heels, panties, bra and nothing else. “It’s a special night.”
I laughed a little. “Zane’s Traynor’s birthday?”
He just smiled.
He was always doing stuff like this for me, no matter if it was a big occasion or not. No matter how busy he was, he always made time to whisk me away to a spa or a beautiful dinner, take me up into the mountains, or fly me out to wine country in the interior, or down to Seattle for a quick overnight to go to a concert or a hockey game. Or if there wasn’t time for that, he’d surprise me with a catered picnic in our backyard. For my birthday this year, he had a chef come to our place and cook my favorite meal.
It was like he always wanted to make sure I knew that he was thinking about me, no matter what else was going on or how focused he was on his career.
That I was always in his thoughts.
And he always made time for me, to celebrate us.
“This is amazing, Johnny. But we have a beautiful house. We can drink Champagne there, and have sex all night…”
“Yeah, but here we get room service. Now that the album is done, I thought we could celebrate. By turning off our phones and telling no one where we are.”
“Really?” I bounced, excited.
“Really. I mean, if you’re into it… I was thinking of keeping you here for a few days and doing nothing but feed you and fuck you. With maybe a few massages thrown in.”
“Holy God.”
“I wanted to take you away somewhere, honestly, but there wasn’t time for it in the schedule right now. So I figured this would be a perfect escape, for now. Oh. And… we get this.” He went to pick up the envelope Lamar had given him and pulled out a fancy booklet. He flipped through it, heading over to a smart panel on the wall. With a few taps of his fingers, the smoked glass windows cleared. And the view beyond… it was utterly breathtaking.
I actually gasped.
We were facing Vancouver, across the water. Just far enough away, and just high enough up, that we got a jaw-dropping view of the city against the dark sky and the dark world beyond, with all the evening lights glittering. They sparkled like jewels, like treasure strewn across a dark reef. But maybe the underwater vibes I was getting were just because my eyes were glistening.
I looked at Johnny. “Johnny, it’s…”
“Beautiful,” he said simply. “Like you.”
Another tap of the panel, and the floor to ceiling windows slid open. Johnny came over to me, ditched the booklet and picked up the dress, and held it so I could step into it, too. “Get dressed, Angel,” he said, his voice choking up with emotion. Whatever this was, we were both getting emotional. And if he was getting emotional… I was fucking done for.
I held onto his shoulders for stability and stepped carefully into the dress. He slid it up over my curves and zipped up the back for me. Then he took me by the hand and led me out onto the private wraparound patio.
The city glittered across the water, so beautiful against the inky dark sky and the dark waters surrounding it. “This view is incredible,” I marveled. “It’s so pretty. I’ve never seen Vancouver from quite this angle. How high up are we?” I leaned over the railing and peeked down.
“In order to really see something, sometimes, you have to take a step back from it,” Johnny said behind me. I could hear the regret in his words.
I turned to look at him, and I could see the admiration in his eyes as he looked at me, standing against that breathtaking view.
