Zuri Day - Lavish Loving

“I have my ways. It’s not like I’m a stranger, Ace. I’m a friend, who you’re treating quite rudely at the moment.”

“Forgive my lack of manners, London, but I thought a hotel employee just smacked my ass and then found out, no, the therapist has been knocked off by a friend of mine who broke into my room!”

“Well, it wasn’t a hotel employee. It was me. So calm down. Where’s the guy I met seven years ago who talked like a dork and then showed me his penis?”

“He grew up.”

“Good for you.” She could walk out the door right now, but that would feel too much like running away. So she shifted the energy and her expression with a smile. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen you. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.” She glanced suggestively at the bed. “Don’t I get a hug?”

Ace looked at the bed and back at London, who wore a formfitting maxi. He took a step, tripped on the sheet and almost bared his goods again. “In there,” he said, pointing toward the living room.

The lack of cordiality put London back in a huff. “Never mind. It’s clear I’m not welcome, so I’ll leave you alone.” She strode out of the room.

Ace was right behind her. “London, wait.”

She stopped but didn’t turn around.

“You shocked the heck out of me, okay? Give me a minute to put some clothes on.”

A slow, deliberate turn and then dark, daring eyes stared at him. “Are you sure about that?” Ace sighed. “Forget it. Jeez, I was just kidding. You act as though you’re not happy to see me.”

“I’m very glad to see you, London. I just need to put on some clothes.”

He gave her a hug and a kiss to her forehead, then he pulled away before a certain part of his anatomy betrayed him and revealed just how much.

Chapter 3

London strolled over to the large picture window that let in a picturesque view of the Temescal Mountains. The commanding peaks reminded her of Switzerland and a cottage near her boarding school she and her friends would sneak out to when they wanted to meet up with boys. Her senior year, just after turning seventeen, she went on a trip to Paris and got discovered by Incomparable, one of the top modeling agencies in the world. A year later she met Ace and had her world rocked off its axis.

Her phone vibrated in the bag that rested against her thigh. It was a text from Diamond.

It’s brunch. You’re late.

London glanced toward the bedroom and typed a quick reply.

Busy. Can’t come. Talk later. BTW... I’m always late.

Her thumb hadn’t left the send button before she heard the padding of bare feet across the dark hardwood floor. Slipping the phone into her bag, she turned around and was met by the confident, carefree Ace that she remembered. But if he hoped to make himself less desirable by covering up with a pair of low-riding jeans and a black OTB tee, he failed. Miserably. The way London looked him up and down expressed that louder than words ever could.

“Come here, you.” He opened his arms.

London crossed the room in a walk worthy of the runway and stepped into his embrace. “I’m glad you left the jerk in the bedroom and brought out the Ace that I know.”

Her teasing smile rendered the barb harmless.

His hug was heartfelt and even though she’d spent several pleasurable minutes rubbing oil over his body, she relished the chance to touch him again. “It’s good to see you,” she said, dropping her hands to squeeze his butt, one of her favorite parts of his anatomy.

He caught her wrists and pulled her hands away. “Still the troublemaker, I see.”

“I try.”

“What are you doing here?” they asked each other.

“Oh, no. That’s my question.” Ace reached for her hand and led them to the couch. He sat and pulled her down with him. “Now out with it. The truth. What’s this about?”

London leaned against the comfy couch, enjoying Ace’s suspicious discomfort a bit more than she should. When his eyes turned stormy, she knew she’d toyed with him long enough.

“It’s pure coincidence,” she said with a shrug. “I came here for a funeral.”

“A funeral. At a luxury hotel.”

“I guess without explanation that does sound pretty weird. It was for my great-grandfather. He owned this land, planted the first vineyards and nurtured the idea of the full-scale winery that you see today.”

“This resort belongs to your family?”

London nodded. “My first cousins.”

Ace’s head fell against the cushions. “This is crazy! I pick this place expecting to see no one I know, and it’s owned by a friend. What are the chances?”

“I was shocked to see you, too.”

Ace raised his head. “When’d you see me?”

London told him about last night’s events. “I started to call but wasn’t sure of the reception I’d get. But I really wanted to see you. Alone. So when I heard about the massage appointment, there it was, my way in.”

“Ellen never should have agreed to let you in my room. You could be a serial killer! I’m going to report her.”

“Please don’t. I offered her a believable story and a ridiculous amount of money to take her place. When it comes to something I want, I can be pretty persuasive. So, please, can we keep this between us? I’d hate for her to lose her job, and knowing my cousins, that’s exactly what would happen.”

“How much was this visit worth to you?”

“A lot.”

“How much?”

“That’s between me and Ellen. Telling you would go straight to your head.”

“That much, huh?”

“My lips are sealed.”

Ace turned toward London, crossed his arms and nestled into the couch’s corner.

“So even though years ago you told me you had none, your last name is Drake.”

“You obviously didn’t do your research. One click on an internet search engine could have told you that.”

“Like it could have told me whether or not your real name is London? Not that I’m into the whole search engine stalking thing.”

The teasing returned. “Absolutely, and I wouldn’t mind a stalker as fine as you. I’m willing to tell you, but only if there’s something for me in return.”

Ace’s eyes turned dark, this time with desire instead of ire. “I’m sure I can think of something.”

Was it London’s imagination, or did the room’s temperature just rise?

“My full name is Clarisse Alana Drake. I legally added London when I turned eighteen.”

Ace’s gaze remained intense as he gazed at her. “Clarisse.”

The name floated off his tongue like a song, caressed her ears like raw silk.

“That’s a beautiful name. Why’d you change it?”

London shrugged. “Boredom. Errant impulse. Teenage rebellion. Take your pick.”

“Clarisse is a beautiful name, though I can understand why you’d use another.”

London’s brow creased. “Why?”

“It doesn’t fit you. That name is for a woman who is demure, sweet, refined, quiet.”

London crossed her arms.

“And that’s not me?” Asked demurely, of course.

“No, it’s not. You’re a hellion who bribed a hotel employee to take advantage of a naked man. A woman named Clarisse would never do that.”

“But a woman named London would?”

“A woman named London would, and did.”

“I guess I did, huh? But I haven’t gotten the chance to take advantage of your nakedness...yet.”

Ace shook his head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“So it’s my turn for answers. What are you doing here? Last I heard you were running a design house in San Francisco. And engaged.”

“You heard correctly. A couple partners and I opened OTB three years ago. The engagement didn’t work out.”

“I can relate.”