Misbehaving. Tiffany Reisz
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head-over-heels in love with Claudia. Even back in college Henry had been ready to give up everyone and everything to make his girlfriend happy. And Ben didn’t have the luxury of falling in love and throwing caution to the wind. He’d been the first person in his family to go to college, to get a degree and an offer of a high-paying job. He couldn’t let them down by allowing his heart to steal his ambition.
“Wait,” Ben muttered to the door. “Why am I saying this in my head and not to her?”
Ben pounded on her door.
Four agonizing seconds later, Beatriz opened the door. She wore a black silk bathrobe and looked at him in total shock as if she’d been expecting anyone but him at her door.
He looked at her. God, she’d only gotten more beautiful since college. She said nothing at all as she continued to stare at him. Rare that anything shocked Beatriz enough to silence her.
One of them had to say something, right? He was the man. It should be him. He’d say the perfect thing. Something suave, something charming, something endearing that would make up for the last time they saw each other.
Ben opened his mouth to say he was sorry, to say he should have stood up to Henry and gone after what he wanted and given love a chance instead of bowing to his ambition and leaving her behind. He was going to say he should have slept with her when she offered or at least given her a damn good reason why he hadn’t.
“Will you have sex with me?” Beatriz asked.
Ben opened his mouth, then closed it again. Then opened it again.
“Good to see you again, too, Bea.”
Beatriz laughed and gave him an apologetic smile.
“Sorry,” she said, holding the door to her hotel room open, but not quite letting him inside yet. “One-track mind. I have to write an emergency book review on a sex position manual. I need a partner.”
“A partner?”
“Well, you can’t review a sex position manual without having sex, right?”
“Good point. Very good point,” Ben said. “So you want to…with me…review your book?”
“If you want to,” she said and smiled. That smile hit him right where it counted.
“You don’t think we should talk first?”
“Talk about what?” she asked. “This is just for work, you know.”
“Oh.” Ben nodded. “Work.”
“Think about it,” she said, letting him in the room. The Hotel Essex was one of the more luxurious hotels he’d ever stayed in. Scarlet walls, black polished floors, elegant white rugs—it was an art deco dream come true. And in the middle of every room a huge king-size bed heaped in plush white linens beckoned. The headboards looked like thrones. The walls were decorated with real art, not hotel “art.” And with the black-and-red-striped curtains pulled back and the moonlight shining, one could see the rolling hills blanketed with deep soft grass and lush leafy trees for miles. It was a far cry from a cramped dorm room.
“So how have you been?” she asked.
“Good. Great. I love my job. I guess you really love your job.”
“Both jobs,” she said as she sat on the bed and tapped a few keys on her laptop. He saw her save and close a document. He must have interrupted her at work. Surreptitiously he glanced around for any sex toys. Maybe she’d put them away before opening the door. “The blog work is the most fun, though. I guess Claudia told you what I’m doing?”
“Yeah, sex education blogger? Something like that?” He tried to sound nonchalant.
“Exactly like that. My boss is in a bind. He needs a thousand words by Sunday night. I thought I was reviewing a coffee table book. Wrong.” She held up the book. It said THE MANUAL on the front in big gold letters.
“Sexy font,” he said.
“Sexy book.”
“Look…Bea,” Ben said and sat on the end of her bed. “I wanted to tell you I was sorry. You know, about not having sex with you in college.”
“That’s what you’re sorry about?”
“For starters,” he said. “Henry asked me not to go for you because he was worried I’d dump you and Claudia would kill him over it.”
“I like that my personal life was decided by you and Henry instead of me.”
Ben winced. “Yeah…add that to the list of things I’m apologizing for.”
“Well, I did sort of give you hell over it, right?” Beatriz asked, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
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