I'm so glad everyone had fun with the blog tour! It was my first and really enjoyed it. As a treat, I'm going to post another excerpt from Mirage. . .
Hold on...
Alex
whispered in my ear. "Mr. Rothschild is expecting you. He's in suite
2022."
"Thank
you," I replied, convinced I would be thought to be a call girl now.
Walking
across the lobby I found the bank of elevators and waited. A car quickly
appeared and I waited for it to empty. Following a small crowd I entered and
pushed the button. I made every effort to not look at myself in the highly
polished brass and to not to look at others.
Was this
his love hideaway? Somewhere he could bring women rather than his own place? I
mean he did have enough money to keep a penthouse suite here at his beckon
call. Cold and impersonal. This way his date would never know where he lived,
should she not like being discarded by the very seductive and wealthy Jack
Rothschild.
Exiting the
elevator car, I quickly found the suite. I sucked in a deep breath as I stared
at the door. After a few seconds I knocked.
I didn't
have to wait long. Jack himself appeared before me, dressed in dark grey
slacks, a charcoal colored shirt and purple tie. Right then I immediately
forgot any hesitations I might have had about coming here.
"Tatiana,"
he said, as I passed beside him. "You look ravishing this evening."
I said
nothing at first, gliding into the parlor. I turned to face him. "Thank
you, and thank you for inviting me." Then as to convince myself the reason
he'd invited me in the first place, I continued. "You're right, this is a
better choice. I think any more closed door meetings between the two of us and
Ashley might lose it."
"Why?"
He inquired. "Did she say something to you?"
Rather than
go into detail I decided to keep my answer simple. "No, not really. It was
obvious she wasn't happy being excluded from our conference with Maggie."
"Well
there was no reason for her to be involved," he replied. "Could I get
you something to drink? Wine, champagne, perhaps?"
"Wine
would be nice, thank you." I turned and walked towards the bank of windows
overlooking the city. Manhattan really was one of a kind at night. Unlike any
other city I'd been in.
Suddenly I
felt his hot breath in my ear. His lips brushed behind my ear. "Beautiful,
isn't it?"
I had no
room to breathe. One of his hands pressed flat to my stomach, pulling me back
against him. I didn't fight him. I didn't want to. I found myself craving his
touch, wanting more.
"Turn
around, Tatiana."
As I slowly
did, I moistened my lips. He groaned, lowered his head and sealed his mouth
over mine. I was astounded at how soft those sensuous lips were. I sighed and
his tongue slipped inside. He seemed to be tasting me in long, erotic licks,
and it turned me on, making me crazy.
The hand he'd had on my waist was now resting on
the curve of my hip, or rather my butt. Pulling me closer into him, he growled,
deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with his own. I kissed him back as
though I might never get another chance. My breasts were tender against my bra
and my clit screamed for him to touch me. His right hand pushed my dress up
towards my waist. His breath hissed as his hand touched my thigh, until he had
the dress where he desired it. Instinctively I parted my legs, allowing him
access. (c)2014cdblackstone
