ALL THAT HE WANTS (Volume 1 The Billionaire's Seduction) by Olivia Thorne Page B

Or…”
    He pushed a glass door open to the outside patio area.
    “…you could walk outside like jus’ plain folks.”
    Johnny shook his head in disgust. “This room is way too unsecured.”
    “No, it just looks that way,” Connor answered.
    “Whatever, I’d still feel better if – ”
    Knock, knock.
    Someone was at the door.
    Johnny tensed up, and his hand reached unconsciously towards the inside of his jacket.
    “Relax, it’s room service,” Connor said. “But, just to be sure it’s not a crazed killer, why don’t you check for yourself?”
    “I will,” Johnny shot back. He walked past the luggage, which had already been left before we walked in, and opened the door.
    A man in a crisp white uniform stood behind a rolling table disguised under a linen tablecloth. On top were two domed metal dishes, a crystal decanter of red wine, two bulb-shaped glasses, and two lit candles on ornate silver bases.
    “Room service,” he announced brightly.
    Johnny stooped down, peeled up the tablecloth, and looked underneath.
    “Oh, for God’s sake,” scowled Connor.
    “Better safe than sorry.”
    Now it was Connor’s turn to sigh in disgust. He turned to the room service man and said, “Give yourself a hundred dollar tip.”
    “Thank you, sir!” the man said with a gigantic smile just before Johnny closed the door on him.
    “He gets a hundred dollar tip, I get ridiculed,” Johnny muttered.
    “We both know you’re making considerably more today than he is,” Connor said, and lifted up one of the metal dishes. Steam rolled out over a succulent filet mignon, a humongous lobster tail, and a baked potato the size of Idaho. “You want to taste it, too, make sure it wasn’t poisoned?”
    The bodyguard shook his head and looked at me. “If he tries to take you someplace, will you promise to call me first?”
    “Don’t answer that,” Connor warned me, then escorted Johnny to the door. “Night-night, Johnny. Get whatever you want off the menu.”
    “Five pounds of Beluga caviar, coming up,” Johnny said as he exited and Connor closed the door.
    “I love that guy, but he’s a damn worrywart,” Connor sighed.
    “Well… it sounds to me like there’s a reason for it.”
    Connor crossed over to me, looped his arms around my waist, and smiled. “Yeah – women like you.”
    He leaned down and softly, slowly, kissed me on the lips.
    A surge of warmth fluttered in my belly. But… despite what had happened between us just an hour ago… I couldn’t let go. Not all the way. I couldn’t sink into the kiss.
    There was a nagging little voice in my head whispering, He does this with every girl he meets. You can bet on it.
    Connor seemed to sense my reluctance, because he pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Is something wrong?”
    “I’m just… it’s a little overwhelming,” I murmured, which was true. Fifty minutes ago I was pondering working till midnight and going back to my crappy little apartment. Now I was standing in a more extravagant room than I’d ever seen in my life.
    With a guy I’d just had sex with.
    Who was probably a major player.
    The edge of his mouth quirked up a little. “You’ll feel better after we eat.”
    I wasn’t so sure about that, but I was starving.
    First he fiddled with a stereo system set into the wall. Smooth, light jazz started to play, but he turned it down so it was nothing more than a whisper in the background.
    He pulled the room service table towards the window, got a couple of chairs from the main dining area, and pulled one out for me to sit. Once I was established, he poured out a glass of wine for me, then another for himself.
    “To amazing beginnings,” he said, and clinked his glass against mine.
    We both drank.
    Good Lord that was excellent. Strong and powerful to start with, but with an aftertaste like vanilla and cherries, and smooth as silk.
    “What is this?”
    “Just… a little something I like. Good, isn’t it?”
    “It’s better than good,