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The limo pulls up in front of the hotel, and Levi and I exit quickly, heading for the elevators. I toss my phone into my bag as we stand waiting. The lobby is surprisingly quiet for six in the evening. The doors open, and we step inside. Levi presses the button for the suite before swiping his keycard to access the floor. I drop my bag and lean back against the glass.

My gaze falls on him. His top button is undone and his tie is loosened, just a little. His dark hair is pushed back, and he looks as gorgeous as ever. I want to run my fingers through his hair and taste the bottom lip he is cautiously chewing on. His eyes run from the climbing floors back to my hungry eyes, and we lock our stares.

I take three steps and he’s pressed against the wall of the elevator, my mouth on his. His lips part and I plunge my tongue in, massaging his in passing as I explore the mouth I’ve desperately wanted to be in for days. The elevator slows, coming to a stop. I reluctantly pull away and cross the elevator, heading back into the safety of the corner I claimed upon entering. The doors open and an older couple joins us on our ride up.

A minute later, the elevator comes to a stop on our floor. We exit into the suite like nothing happened, heading to our respective rooms.
Yup, we are fucking bi-polar as all hell.

My phone chirps from the bag. My PI's number appears on the screen.

Miss James, my search turned up quite a bit of information. Please call me at your earliest convenience.

Interesting.

I look out of the suite. “Levi. Come here when you get a minute.”

“What's up?” He peers in my door, wearing nothing but the black slacks he had on all day. I want to lick him. I’m not even sure where the thought came from; maybe it’s my lack of orgasms lately, but damn, he looks delicious.

“Do you have a couple minutes? I got a message from my PI and it seems as though his search turned something up. I didn't feel comfortable calling without you here.” It’s the truth; this is between Levi and his ex-wife, not me.

“Yeah, cue him up on speaker.” He runs his fingers run through his hair, and he kicks off his shoes, sprawling out across my bed.
Our
bed. The bed we shared last night.

“Davis Napoli,” my PI answers the phone.

“Seven James here, Davis. I have Levi Parker on the line with me as well, as this is his matter.”

Levi nods and exchanges greetings with Davis over the phone. I sit down on the edge of the bed, placing the iPhone down on the bed between us.

“Well, at your request, Miss James, I did some digging into Mrs. Parker's dealings. It seems as though there is a long-standing affair in her life, as well as some massive debt.” I quietly watch Levi, but he shows no emotion.

“Long-standing affair? As in months? Years? Is there any kind of timetable on this?” His words are to the point with no emotion. In fact, I don't think I have ever seen Levi this void before. His eyes are dark, lacking any sense of emotion, pissed, which for him is a first. At least with me.

“It appears this is something that has been standing for roughly three years. The gentleman,” the phone line fills with the sound of scattering papers, “oh, here we go. A man by the name of Daniel Alexander. Married, father, lives in Greenwich, Connecticut.”

At the mention of his name, I stand and head for the door. This is more than I should be listening to; this isn't my business. Levi’s hand reaches out and stops me; when I turn to look at him, he shakes his head.

“Thank you for this information, Davis. Can I ask you to send all of this information to my attorney?” Levi is cool and collected, as I would be in the face of a business deal. While I continue to listen in, the two men end their conversation, and Levi's face turns to relief.

“Well, I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore.” He laughs as he unbuttons his pants and walks for the door. “Thanks for the help, Seven.” He slides his pants down his legs and hangs them over his arm. His ass is perfection in the tight, grey boxer briefs, and I can't help but think
God Bless Diesel
as he walks to his suite. “Be ready by seven fifteen,” he yells as he rounds the corner, and he is gone. I won't dare follow him into his suite.

I stand alone in the foyer, waiting for Levi. I chose to wear a three-forth sleeve pale pink dress that falls right above my knees. My legs are covered in sheer black stockings, connected to a sexy matching garter belt. Pink and black polka dot heels cover my feet, and I have black wrap over my shoulders and wrapping around my arms. I grip onto the small pink clutch, only big enough to hold my cell phone and credit cards. Oh, and a tube of my bold pink lipstick, a shade I rarely wear.

Levi appears out of his suite, wearing a sleek black custom-tailored suit, with a pink tie that perfectly matches the dress I wear.
Someone is sneaky.

“Well, aren't we just a matching pair this evening?” I laugh at the sheer stupidity of it all. This is shit couples do, something we clearly are not.

“I guess I picked the perfect tie for the evening, huh?” he teases, as he holds his hand out, waiting for me to step forward and take it.
Should I?

Against my better judgment, I do exactly what he wants. The last brick in my wall comes crumbling down, and my defenses against him are virtually gone. I am sure it won't be long until we are talking happily ever afters and babies.
Fucking ick! Crotch nuggets!

We make our way to the elevator, and he leans in closely and whispers into my ear. “My dear, you look wonderful tonight.”

I smile, as I think of the Eric Clapton song my father occasionally played for me as a little girl. Only when no one was around to witness our rare bonding. The thought sends a ping to my heart, jump-starting emotions I haven't felt run through my body in an eternity. I try to push them into the back of my mind and focus on just enjoying the evening ahead of us.

We step into the elevator. “So where are we off to for the evening, Mr. Parker?”

A sly smile presses to his lips and a dimple appears, one I haven't noticed before. Or maybe I just never got a big enough smile out of him to bring the adorable feature to life. “I have big plans, but if I told you, I would have to kill you.” I can't help but laugh at him. I certainly have met my match for sure.

“Kill me, huh? Well, that wouldn't be much fun.”

We continue our trip in silence, wearing big smiles. It isn't until the limo pulls up at the classically beautiful Thames River that I’m confused. “Right this way, Seven.” He takes my hand once again and we start walking for The London Eye. The massive, modern Ferris wheel puts any amusement park to shame. The luxurious, glass enclosed pods are rumored to have the best views of London.

“You have got to be kidding me; I am not getting in that!” There is no way my anxiety over heights is going to allow me to set one foot inside one of those death traps. Of course, they are safe, and hell, you can even have a party in one, but I’m not buying it. At all.

“Relax, Seven. It's okay.” He takes my hand, leading me up to the entrance, and he gives the employee his name. A young man with thick accent greets him.

“Right this way. Your private flight should be ready in just a moment. The capsules keep moving, some off-loading families or couples exiting in loving embraces. It’s a tourist hot spot, for sure. It’s also something I never thought I would want to do. However, the more I watch the carefree expressions of those exiting the experience, even on the children, the more I find myself relaxing and the anxiety fleeing.

“Mr. Parker. Your room is ready.” Levi takes my hand, and we walk toward the entrance of the impressive room. As we enter, I notice a full dinner for two set up, along with champagne, and the soulful voice of Billie Holiday singing. This couldn't be any more perfect. As much as I will never admit it to another living soul, the moment I step foot inside, I give a piece of my heart to Levi Parker.

The Date

In all my years, I’ve never been on a real date. Back in college, Daniel never took the time to plan anything special. I thought shit like this only existed in Hollywood. Levi never releases his tender grip on my hand as he walks me to the center of the thick glass window. I release his hand and grasp the railing in front of me as the entire room starts to move, climbing into the night sky. Lights line the outside of the spacious, moving room, leaving a low glow shining into our private space.

“The view is beautiful. The city is gorgeous at night.” I stare out as far as the eye can see. Lights shine in the night sky over London. Landmarks glisten in the distance and the rich history of the city is catalogued in my memory.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you, Seven,” Levi counters.
Smooth.
I want to laugh at him, but I just smile uncomfortably. I’m not good at accepting compliments on my looks; I never have been.

“Laying it on thick, Levi.” I turn for the table, taking my wrap off and laying it on one of the two antique chairs.

“Hey, I speak nothing but the truth.” He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my midsection, and nuzzling his nose into the hair resting around my shoulders. “You smell good enough to eat.” His words send a shock through me, and my pussy slowly becomes slick with my need for him. Moving out of his arms, I walk back to the glass, only to discover we’re almost at the very top of the Eye. His arms wrap around me once again, and my anxiety starts to flee.

I turn in his arms, my back pressed against the glass and railing. He gently lifts me and presses my ass onto the railing as a seat. We’re almost level, but he still stands taller than my petite frame. I stare into his eyes, not knowing what comes next. Anticipation builds through my veins as I watch his expression carefully. His eyes show me lust, and hunger. He wants to ravish me, as much as I want him to.

“Seven,” he says as he leans in and kisses me. His lips work slowly, barely grazing. His tongue skims my plump bottom lip and sucks it between his teeth, coaxing my hungry mouth open. I allow his entry, and I meet every stroke of his tongue with one of my own.

We play this game for what seems like an eternity, but in reality, it’s only a few minutes. His hands start to explore my body and my nipples stand at attention against my barely there bra. As my dress shifts, I feel his strong fingers caressing my inner thighs. Remembering we are in a very public place, in a room made of glass, I start to pull back. Sex in public has never bothered me before; if anything, it has always set me on fire with want. But the fact that we are in a foreign country on a business trip kind of ruins it for me.

“We can't do this.” I break our kiss. My head falls back onto the glass wall and I let out a sigh.

“Yes, we can. I paid for this private room for hours. We will fuck up against this glass, then eat that delicious gourmet meal, Seven.” His words turn me on more than they probably should. But I can't deny it anymore. I want to fuck him, just as bad as I want all the strangers on the ground below us to watch as he takes me against this glass wall.

“Fuck me, Levi. Fuck me hard against this wall for all of fucking London to see.”

He doesn't need any more encouragement. Reaching up my dress, he tears at my panties, pulling them down until they slide over my heels, still firmly in place on my feet. “Oh baby, I plan on it. I've been waiting to get back inside this tight little cunt for days. I can't get enough of your pussy, Seven.” His dirty talk cheers me on as I reach for the zipper on his expensive dress slacks, pulling it down and reaching in, expecting to come in contact with the sexy boxer-briefs he always wears. But to my surprise, his velvet cock falls right into my hand. Hard and leaking the littlest bit of pre-cum, anxious to fill me.

“Fuck!” he bellows as my hand starts to work him. He pulls my fist away and runs his hands through his hair.

“What, Levi?” He’s clearly distraught about something.

“I fucking forgot condoms. I was too busy planning everything else.” He’s pissed, and so am I. I can honestly say I have never fucked without a condom in my entire life. Then again, besides Daniel, I have never fucked the same person twice.