two-bed loft just outside of London.
He glances toward the clock and is shocked to find it’s only two in the afternoon, but it feels like he should be heading to bed. It will take a while for him to get used to the time change.
Popping his knuckles, Slade looks around his room. His gaze lands on the room service book. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to order something small,” he muses, feeling a bit peckish after the long flight.
With each new page he flips through, Slade’s smile broadens. Using the handheld phone on the bedside table, he places his order. He grabs the remote and flicks through the channels while he waits.
Nearly twenty minutes later, he rises to answer a knock at his door. “Just bring it on in—” He cuts off when he sees Ashlyn’s quizzical expression. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were room service.”
Her frown settles into place. “We’re having dinner in the restaurant downstairs in a couple of hours.”
Slade nods and leaps back into the bed. “I know. This was just a small snack.”
Ashlyn sighs and sits down in one of the white chairs in the sitting area. Slade turns up the volume on his show and gets comfortable on the bed. He watches Ashlyn from the corner of his eye, curious as to why she’s in his room and why she isn’t speaking.
“Is there something you wanted?”
“I figured since we had some free time, we could go over our schedule.”
“Really? Have you even stopped to see the view outside? It’s gorgeous and you want to talk shop. Do you only think about business?”
“Usually.” She opens her laptop and types in a password. Searching through her files, she finds the itinerary for their trip.
“That must be a drag.” He yawns and pauses the TV. Might as well get this over with , he thinks as he slips off the edge of his bed and saunters over to sit in the armchair across from her. He props his feet on the coffee table and laces his fingers together over his chest. “Bore away.”
“If I don’t keep us on schedule, this whole trip will fall apart,” she states matter-of-factly. He can tell he struck a nerve. “Tamsin is hard enough to keep an eye on. I don’t need to add you to my list too.”
Slade blows out a slow breath, his gaze shifting for a second before he snaps his fingers. “I’ve just figured it out. You’re one of those super control freaks that can’t stand to not boss people around.”
Ashlyn’s hands fall still over the keyboard. “I’m organized. There’s a difference.”
“Oh no.” He laughs, shaking his head. He pokes his finger at her. “You’ve got workaholic written all over you. It’s seeping from your pretty little pores!”
She sighs heavily and turns to face him. “Is there a point to all of this?”
He glances back to the mound of pillows adorning his bed, thinking yet again how it would be big enough to fit three people nicely. Or two. He stifles a chuckle when he glances over at Ashlyn, wondering if she’d be up for a little roll in the sack. Judging by the firm set of her lips, probably not. “You’re not the only one who notices things.”
He grins when she shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Apparently the thought of him paying attention to her annoys her, and if he’s not mistaken, it excites her just a little bit too.
She clears her throat and tucks her hair back behind her ear. Slade assume a more apt expression as she begins rattling off details. “Right, so first off, we’re in L.A. for two nights. The book signing will be held here at the Hotel Bel-Air. It’s a very nice luxury hotel so please treat it as such.”
“Hey.” Slade bristles. “I’m not a heathen, you know.”
She looks over the top of her glasses at him but says nothing. “The second stop will be at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. Then we’re off to Chicago, New York, and then back to London. The next two weeks will be the best of your life, I dare say, but they will also be tiring. You will work long hours, feel like your
He glances toward the clock and is shocked to find it’s only two in the afternoon, but it feels like he should be heading to bed. It will take a while for him to get used to the time change.
Popping his knuckles, Slade looks around his room. His gaze lands on the room service book. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to order something small,” he muses, feeling a bit peckish after the long flight.
With each new page he flips through, Slade’s smile broadens. Using the handheld phone on the bedside table, he places his order. He grabs the remote and flicks through the channels while he waits.
Nearly twenty minutes later, he rises to answer a knock at his door. “Just bring it on in—” He cuts off when he sees Ashlyn’s quizzical expression. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were room service.”
Her frown settles into place. “We’re having dinner in the restaurant downstairs in a couple of hours.”
Slade nods and leaps back into the bed. “I know. This was just a small snack.”
Ashlyn sighs and sits down in one of the white chairs in the sitting area. Slade turns up the volume on his show and gets comfortable on the bed. He watches Ashlyn from the corner of his eye, curious as to why she’s in his room and why she isn’t speaking.
“Is there something you wanted?”
“I figured since we had some free time, we could go over our schedule.”
“Really? Have you even stopped to see the view outside? It’s gorgeous and you want to talk shop. Do you only think about business?”
“Usually.” She opens her laptop and types in a password. Searching through her files, she finds the itinerary for their trip.
“That must be a drag.” He yawns and pauses the TV. Might as well get this over with , he thinks as he slips off the edge of his bed and saunters over to sit in the armchair across from her. He props his feet on the coffee table and laces his fingers together over his chest. “Bore away.”
“If I don’t keep us on schedule, this whole trip will fall apart,” she states matter-of-factly. He can tell he struck a nerve. “Tamsin is hard enough to keep an eye on. I don’t need to add you to my list too.”
Slade blows out a slow breath, his gaze shifting for a second before he snaps his fingers. “I’ve just figured it out. You’re one of those super control freaks that can’t stand to not boss people around.”
Ashlyn’s hands fall still over the keyboard. “I’m organized. There’s a difference.”
“Oh no.” He laughs, shaking his head. He pokes his finger at her. “You’ve got workaholic written all over you. It’s seeping from your pretty little pores!”
She sighs heavily and turns to face him. “Is there a point to all of this?”
He glances back to the mound of pillows adorning his bed, thinking yet again how it would be big enough to fit three people nicely. Or two. He stifles a chuckle when he glances over at Ashlyn, wondering if she’d be up for a little roll in the sack. Judging by the firm set of her lips, probably not. “You’re not the only one who notices things.”
He grins when she shifts uncomfortably in her chair. Apparently the thought of him paying attention to her annoys her, and if he’s not mistaken, it excites her just a little bit too.
She clears her throat and tucks her hair back behind her ear. Slade assume a more apt expression as she begins rattling off details. “Right, so first off, we’re in L.A. for two nights. The book signing will be held here at the Hotel Bel-Air. It’s a very nice luxury hotel so please treat it as such.”
“Hey.” Slade bristles. “I’m not a heathen, you know.”
She looks over the top of her glasses at him but says nothing. “The second stop will be at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. Then we’re off to Chicago, New York, and then back to London. The next two weeks will be the best of your life, I dare say, but they will also be tiring. You will work long hours, feel like your
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