Chances (Mystic Nights #1)(36)
They reached nirvana together. Then they slept. Blissfully. In each other’s arms.
*
Aliya was in the shower while Jonathan finished dressing. He glanced at his cell phone and saw he had missed a call from the front desk. A Mr. Risolli had arrived earlier than expected and was sent to the rooms Jonathan had reserved for him. Marco Risolli headed an independent firm of accountants that Jonathan had heard about from his sister. She had interned there and respected the firm greatly. He’d called them last week and made arrangements for them to come. But last night, he’d called again. For a hefty fee, they had agreed to come and examine his books. Immediately. After speaking with Simon yesterday, he knew something was off. It had been a gut reaction, and one he was feeling good about as he finished dressing.
He needed to meet the man, and see when his associates would be arriving. Risolli booked a flight, but his other men needed time to move a few things around before they could come out. He didn’t want news of the independent audit leaking out. So he needed to get the man into the conference room without too many people asking questions. If the press, tribal council, or anyone for that matter got wind of what he was doing, what he suspected, it would make the papers. It would hurt his family, yes, but more importantly it would hurt the entire reservation, and business. The gaming commission would come breathing down his neck. He set his phone down and popped his head into the bathroom. Although Aliya looked absolutely delectable when wet, he needed to go. But she was tempting.
“Hey doll. I need to go meet someone. Will you be okay?” he asked while soaking in the sight of her. All wet! That image would stay with him all day.
She was startled at first, but turned her head and smiled at the pleasant intrusion. Jonathan was almost as devastatingly handsome in a suit as he was undressed. Almost. She smiled to herself at the wicked turn of her thoughts. But she didn’t press. She could tell he was anxious to go.
“Yes. I’ll be fine. I have a change of clothes in my bag and then I will head home.” She shooed him out seeing how anxious he was.
But he didn’t rush out just yet. “I’ll call you later today.” He stuck his head inside the open shower for a quick kiss but couldn’t resist pulling her sexy bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it just a bit. “I really gotta go,” he groaned out his frustration. “But please, know I’d rather be in there with you.” She gave him a coquettish smile which earned her a slight slap on her gorgeous wet ass. And then he was off.
*
After drying off and dressing, Aliya took the time to quickly blow dry her hair. She didn’t work today but she had a lot to do. She was going to pop over to her parents for a quick bite and catch up. Then she would scour the local area for places that could house her studio, if the need arose. She wouldn’t let the council possibly denying her the space deter her from fulfilling her dreams.
She sighed. Her dreams. She had never dreamed of finding someone like Jonathan. She loved him. And he loved her. He’d told her many times during the course of the night. It had been the best night of her life, she reflected as she pulled closed the door to his suite behind her. Life could be good she thought, really good. It seemed all was falling into place. She patted her stomach, wondering what the future might hold. She needed to check on that, too. She hadn’t had any bouts of sickness since, but would check that out just to be sure. If she were pregnant, she felt in her heart that Jonathan would be okay with that. If not, she knew she wanted children with that man someday. She hoped he felt the same. With happy thoughts, she began to walk down the hall towards the bank of elevators.
*
Jonathan was already in the lobby speaking to the concierge before he realized he had forgotten his phone upstairs. He used the desk phone to call Mr. Risolli’s room. He invited the man to join him for breakfast in his office upstairs. He wanted the man to be comfortable, but he also didn’t want people asking questions if they saw them together in one of the eateries downstairs. He planned to discuss with him what he’d found, and what he needed him and his associates to do. He also wanted to explain and ask that the man stay out of sight as much as possible. Less eyes and ears suspecting anything would be best. It would keep the rumors at bay.
Mr. Risolli was cordial, understood the need for as much delicacy as possible, and promised to wait for him in his rooms until Jonathan came to fetch him. But dammit, he would have to keep Risolli waiting. He needed his phone. It was what kept him in contact with all the goings on at the casino.
He was just getting off the elevator when he heard Aliya’s voice. She was talking to someone, and he had just handed her a large yellow envelope. Shocked to see who it was, the two of them together, he pulled back around a corner and waited. Something inside him twisted, but he had to see what was going on. Be sure.
“Tell Peter, I said thank you. I wasn’t expecting this. Not so soon, anyhow.” She tucked the large envelope under her arm.
“Peter wants you to call him. I am so glad I ran into you here.” Simon was walking her towards the elevator. “I took a chance you would be here when I did not find you at home this morning.”
Aliya blushed, but conceded to the fact that she and Jonathan were indeed an item now, and she had better get use to more and more people finding out. “Yes, Jonathan and I are growing closer. But, thank Peter for me. I do have a few errands to run this morning, but I will call him just as soon as I can.”