Hidden Identity

Chapter 16

TATUM🌺

The week has gone by and Friday has arrived. I woke up at 5:30 which doesn't give me much time to get dressed, but I truthfully thought I set my alarm for 5.

I'm just getting out of the shower when there's a knock at the door. I look at the time on my phone and find that it's exactly 6.

Quickly, I wrap my towel around me before leaving my bedroom and opening the door.

"I told you to be ready at 6 sharp," he says his voice tight as his eyes drag over my bare legs and shoulders. "You're very unprofessional."

I roll my eyes. "Bite me."

He mocks me and pushes the door open, brushing past me. Ass. I close the door then head to my room without a word.

I throw on a loose grey shirt with a pair of tights and sneakers. After pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I make sure I have everything I need in my bags then make my way out to the living room where Beckham has made himself comfortable.

Leaning over his shoulder, I cup his cheek and turn his head to me. "Comfortable?"

He smirks and tilts his head up. "I've missed this place."

"This place hasn't missed you," I retort. But a part of me does constantly look to the exact spot where he's sitting and remember him there. The moments we shared.

He seems to notice the thoughts in my eyes as he takes my hand and guides me around the couch until, I'm standing in front of him. His hands slipping around my thigh.

"Mr. Heights, we have to go." What's even worse is that I don't want to go. I want to climb into his lap and pretend that he's still Beckham Hansen, the masseuse. I want to pretend that our whole relationship wasn't just a game for him.

He pushes my shirt up and places a kiss to my stomach, his eyes locked on mine. Why did that little action feel so good?

"This is inappropriate," I whisper, not making an attempt to push him off.

He smirks against my stomach and sends a sharp slap to my ass. "What you did in my office was inappropriate?" He grunts.

"Do you act this way with all your female workers?"

He chuckles and rests his head on my stomach hugging my waist. "There's only one woman I'm like this for. Her name is Tatum Kingston and she's a naughty little vixen that has sex with her masseuse because she feels the connection too."

"Felt," I falsely correct, pushing at his arms. "We have a flight to catch."

"You still look at me the same. You react the same way. You feel the same. You taste the same. And I bet you're still just as tight."

I unwrap his hands from around me and take a step back, before I do something reckless and we miss our flight. He let's out a breath and follows me to the door.

I have zero self control.

Releasing my suitcase I turn around to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him into me. He opens his mouth, but before he can speak I push up on my tippy toes and kiss him. His arms wrap around me, his lips melding with mine as he lifts me into his arms and places me on the counter.

Soft lips drag across my throat while rough hands travel up my thighs. I pull back and look into his gorgeous eyes, trying to get a modicum of my resolve back.

"We have a flight to catch," I repeat again with a husky voice.

"They can wait..." He mumbles against my throat.