Just to Be with You - Page 59

The taxi sat waiting as promised, and as she settled into the backseat, she prayed she’d be able to change her flight to an earlier time. Her original flight was not scheduled to depart until five in the evening, eight hours from now.

When the taxi pulled up to the airport terminal, she paid the fare and rushed inside. Luckily, there weren’t many people in line, and it only took a few minutes to reach the check-in desk.

She extended her driver’s license and travel documents to the clerk. “I have a family emergency, and I need to leave sooner than expected. Is there an earlier flight I can take?”

The clerk took the documents and looked them over. “Let me see what we have available, Ms. Simms.” She clicked on her computer for a few minutes.

“I’ll pay the fee to change the flight.”

“Oh, there’s no fee for our preferred customers,” she said with a smile, still typing. Another minute passed. “There is actually a flight leaving at 10:25 a.m. That’s about forty-five minutes from now. Would you like to take that one?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

She took her reprinted boarding pass and hurried to the gate, but didn’t relax until the plane was safely in the air.

* * *

Terrence stalked through the lobby to the elevators and up to his room. He rushed through the suite to the bedroom. His gaze landed on the bracelet lying on the pillow. Walking over, he picked up both the bracelet and the note.

Terrence, thank you for inviting me to the party. I had a great time. I know you don’t do love or attachments, so I thought things would be easier this way.

He cursed and dropped down on the bed. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to go. It wasn’t as if he had a plan or a clue as to how he would have gone about breaking things off, but he knew this wasn’t it. He lay back on the bed, and her scent immediately engulfed him—the same scent that drove him crazy every time he came near her. It was on the bed, the sheets...and embedded so deeply inside him, it would linger forever.

Closing his eyes, he recalled everything about her. Her smile. The way her whole face lit up when she laughed. The way she looked at him—as if he were the most important person in her world. Her sexy dance moves. Her kiss. The way her body felt pressed against his as he thrust into her. The sound of her voice screaming out his name when she climaxed. He vividly remembered the feel of her hot little hands moving all over his body while she arched up to meet his thrusts, exciting him to the point of having back-to-back orgasms, something he’d never done with another woman.

The phone shattered his reverie. Slowly pulling into a sitting position, he reached over to pick up the receiver.

“Hello? Mr. Campbell?”

“Yes.”

“This is the front desk. I wanted to confirm your appointment in our spa at eleven, as well as your reservation in the restaurant for one-thirty.”

He had completely forgotten about the plans he’d made for him and Janae. They were to have a couple’s massage, followed by a private lunch.

“Sir?” the clerk repeated.

“I’m sorry. There’s been a change in plans, and I’ll need to cancel both.”

“I’m sorry, too, sir. Hopefully, your cancellation isn’t due to any dissatisfaction with our services.”

“No, nothing like that. The hotel’s services have been excellent.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Would you like to reschedule?”

“Not at this time.”

“Well, please let us know if we can be of further service to you.”

“Thank you. I will.”

He dropped the receiver back into the cradle, then glanced down at his other hand, where he still held the bracelet. His thumb moved over each of the small charms. Shifting his gaze, he saw the note where he’d dropped it, the words mocking him. Didn’t you say you wanted to break things off? Well, you’ve gotten your wish. It’s better this way, his inner voice said.

“Probably,” he muttered to himself. But if things were better, why did he feel as if a knife had been plunged into his heart?

With nothing else left to do, he began packing. He had no need to stay at the hotel—he could be miserable in his own house. He stepped into the bathroom, and Janae’s scent surrounded him once again. She must have showered before leaving, because the scent was so potent, he could almost reach out and touch it. Bracing his hands on the sink, he inhaled deeply. Was she still sitting at the airport, or had she taken another flight? He knew he should call, but he had no idea what to say.

“Dammit!” He slammed his hand on the marble.

Spinning away from the sink, he cursed again. With a low growl, he snatched up his toiletries and tossed them in the bag. Packing up the rest of his things didn’t take long. Terrence took one last look around the suite to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. At the last moment, he decided to let Donovan know he was leaving.


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