Deceptively Yours (Wanton Weston Women, Book Two) by Wynter Daniels Page A

about him feel so perfect, like the couples in one of her romance novels? But those were make-believe. Maybe it was so wonderful with him because she’d waited so long since the last time she’d been with a man. That had to be the reason.
    She pulled on a robe and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Her body felt stretched and a little sore, but in all the right ways. She turned the shower on and stepped inside.
    It hit her that she’d have to give her sister’s speech this afternoon. Her stomach instantly knotted. She worked her shampoo into a lather and her thoughts returned to memories of making love with Guy. Being with him had given her a dose of confidence, but not enough to face one of her greatest fears.
    After breakfast she planned to study the notecards Suzanne had made up for her but she needed something to relax her. She remembered Suzanne had paid for a massage and a facial at the hotel spa. That ought to help.
    She finished up in the bathroom then started out the door when she crashed into Guy wearing nothing but a sexy grin. His broad shoulders and six-pack abs reminded her of the passion they’d shared. But it couldn’t happen again. She was leaving tomorrow morning and she’d never see him again.
    Regret tugged at her gut. She’d only allowed herself the one night so she wouldn’t develop any feelings for him. Problem was, he’d already left an imprint on her heart.
    She pulled in a breath and detected the faint remnants of his cologne along with the musky scent of their union.
    “Good morning, gorgeous.” He kissed her cheek then brushed past her into the bathroom.
    She grabbed on to the doorjamb to steady herself. How was she supposed to say goodbye to him when just his mere presence weakened her knees? She straightened, tightened the belt around her robe then headed to the kitchen.
    After she’d made an appointment for a facial and a massage, she ordered breakfast of juice, coffee, fresh fruit and muffins. Then she climbed onto a barstool and as soon as she heard the shower start, she began reading her index cards for the speech aloud. There was no way she’d have it all memorized by this afternoon but as long as she had the notes she’d be okay.
    Guy came into the room wearing only pants and Laura’s pulse instantly leapt. He picked up the shirt he’d left on the sofa and pulled it over his head. “Practicing, huh? You sound great. I’m sure you’ll nail your speech.”
    She doubted that.
    “Just imagine the audience in their underwear,” he said.
    “Where have I heard that before?”
    Someone knocked at the door and Guy’s demeanor tensed. “Expecting someone?”
    She got off the stool and strode toward the door. “Mm hmm. Breakfast.”
    He hooked her arm and dragged her to a stop. “Let me get it.” He gave her a quick but incredibly steamy kiss that made her woozy.
    What was it about him that rendered her a puddle of a woman? How could someone she’d known less than a day turn her on as if they’d been lovers for years? The mind-blowing sex they’d had last night must have been a weird fluke.
    She watched him take a tray from the porter and every cell in her body shifted into high-arousal gear. Somehow she’d have to get him out of her system so she could move on with her day—and her life. He wasn’t even her type. She’d always gone for bookish nerds, not the jocks. Besides, from what she’d learned of hedonists, they were mostly self-centered people.
    He set the tray on the table, poured them each a cup of coffee then held out her chair. No regular guy was this perfect. Maybe he was a prince or a billionaire in disguise rather than the headhunter he professed to be. Hadn’t she read dozens of romances like that?
    Curiosity niggled at her as she sat down. “Does breakfast meet with your approval?”
    He sat opposite her and threw her a wink. “It’s perfect.”
    Perfect like him .
    She took a banana from the fruit bowl and started peeling it. “Some people are