She had to get Gordon out of her mind. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure why memories of him were popping up left and right during this trip. It had been a long time since she’d thought about him and what had happened between them, and it was irritating as hell to have it coming back now like a tidal wave. But she could do this. She could get over him, just like she’d done before. All she had to do was focus on Maurice and the reason they were here this weekend.
That was so much easier said than done. First because, for whatever reason, so many things Maurice was saying or doing were direct leads to specific memories about Gordon. Like the elevator. For the second time, Maurice had sent her a text telling her to meet him at the elevator. Gordon always gave her instructions: be dressed at seven; have dinner ready at six; call me as soon as you get in the house. So much so that after a while she’d started to feel as if he were a drill sergeant and she was a soldier he had to keep in line at all times. Demeaning didn’t begin to describe how that made her feel, even now. And while she knew this wasn’t Maurice’s intent, it still opened the window to those damn memories.
Second, if she just set her mind to having sex with Maurice every second of every day they were at this resort, she’d also go crazy. There was a hunger when she was near him now, a sensation she hadn’t felt before, but that was definitely awakened now. A part of her had wanted him to tear her pants off and touch his mouth to her waiting core again, just like they’d mentioned during the Make-Up and Mimosas session this morning. Of course, she hadn’t wanted him to do it right there in front of everybody, but the thought of him going down on her again had her pulse increasing and her pussy pulsating. She could have him as much as she wanted this weekend, of that she was certain. It was more how or if they were going to keep this momentum going when their weekend was over.
At any rate, she couldn’t think about any of this anymore right now. She needed to get going so they wouldn’t be late for the PJs, Dinner and a Movie event. She was starved, and Maurice probably was, too. Finally opening her eyes, she took another steadying breath and left the room.
She stepped out into the hallway wearing a cappuccino silk pajama set. Staring down at the ensemble, she told herself for the hundredth time that choosing to wear the pants instead of the shorty-short-shorts that also came with this set was a smart idea. The top was long sleeved and had a belted waist instead of buttons, and on her feet were her favorite Ugg Cozette leopard-print slippers. She frowned and wiggled her toes because these were the slippers she wore when she was at home. She’d meant to order a pair of more sedate-looking slippers for the pajama party, but she’d had gotten busy at work and forgot. With a shrug, and because the clock was ticking, she continued down the hallway.
Maurice was punctual, and so was she, which was why she told herself that any recollection of Gordon around Maurice was a mistake. This wasn’t the same. In fact, it couldn’t be more different than what she’d gone through six years ago.
“How is it possible that you make even pajamas look sexy?” The twinkle in Maurice’s eyes as she walked toward him was alluring. She’d noted that long ago, which was why she never questioned how so many women were swept away by him, even though they knew he’d never commit to any of them. “I mean, you’re not showing a bit of skin. Well, except for your toes, which are mighty cute with that yellow nail polish.”
“Sexy Is a Complete Package,” she replied, coming to a stop beside him.
“Ahh.” He grinned and nodded. “Last year’s Women of the World Collection slogan. That was brilliant then, and it’s still relevant now.”
She couldn’t help feeling the flush of pride wash over her as he recalled one of her most recent marketing campaigns. RGF’s Women of the World Collection—which featured both upscale business and business-casual wear as well as budget-friendly designs—had given career-minded women more fashion choices than any other line across that season, and she’d been in charge of getting the word out to the world about it. It was one of her favorite projects.
“Skin doesn’t always mean sexy. You should know that by now,” she told him.
The elevator came, and they stepped inside.
“Why? Because the women I date all show a lot of skin?”
His response seemed defensive and was a little off topic. “I meant because at RGF, we’re not all about showing off a woman’s body with revealing clothes. We cater to the entire style of a woman.”
The look on his face said he was rethinking his words. It should’ve been the look of someone realizing they’d put their foot in their mouth, but that wasn’t Maurice. While he could admit when he was wrong, it was always on his terms. He remained silent for the duration of their ride, and she stepped off the elevator first when the doors opened again.
She already knew which direction to go without the help of the signs and arrows the resort had put up to assist them in getting around. Besides that, she could smell the food coming from the resort restaurant and her stomach churned in response. She was actually following her stomach’s lead.
“Hey, there! I sent you a
