I knew damned well why, and I didn’t want to even think it. Still, it bubbled to the surface of my mind despite my desire to block it out.

I was feeling something for this woman. Something I’d never felt. Something I’d been pretty sure I’d never feel in this lifetime.

And I wasn’t ready for it, especially not now with all these new responsibilities facing me.

I inhaled. I could still smell her—her coconutty hair, her citrusy fragrance, her musky arousal—as if she’d imprinted on me. Was her scent all over me? Or was it just in my memory?

Most likely a little of both.

I needed to watch myself. This woman could have me by the balls so easily, and I couldn’t let that happen. I could cancel dinner tomorrow. I quickly looked at my watch. Correction…tonight. It was after midnight. I should cancel dinner.

But I didn’t want to.

I felt like a kid. I’d just left her, and I couldn’t wait to see her again.

I closed the door behind me and stripped off my suit jacket and trousers. I stuffed them plus my soiled shirt into the laundry bag and left it outside the door. Wearing only my socks and boxer briefs, I yawned, stretching my arms over my head, and made my way into the bedroom.

“That’s a nice look on a man.”

I jerked slightly. The voice was female. And familiar. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. “Who the hell is there? And how’d you get in here?”

The click of the night table light. I squinted against the onslaught of illumination.

“It’s me, hon.”

Raven black hair tumbled over milky shoulders and onto two pert breasts, brown nipples hard and taut.

“Nieves. What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d come visit.”

“Put some clothes on, for God’s sake. How’d you get in here?”

“I told the night manager that I’m your wife. He didn’t question it at all.”

Interesting. That was one night manager who’d no longer have a job in the morning. I was too tired to deal with it now.

“Get the hell out of my bed.”

“I have a better idea. Why don’t you join me?” She pulled the covers back.

Nothing. Not one stir in my cock, and Nieves was a gorgeous woman. Half Mexican, half Irish, she had the milky white skin and sprays of light freckles from her mother and the raven hair and black eyes of her father.

We’d had a good time, but I’d bailed when she started to get serious. That was nearly a year ago. Why was she here now?