Chapter 50: A Romantic Gesture - Amelia

When I get to my suite I fling the door open, and my jaw drops to the floor at the sight before me. Standing in all his oh so handsome glory is Marcus, wearing a charcoal grey suit jacket with black lapels – he seems to like black lapels – a white dress shirt with the first three buttons undone giving me a perfect view of his defined pectoral muscles, which right now I very much would like to outline with my tongue.

“If you don’t, I will. Hubba, hubba!” Zara pants in my head.

He’s paired it with black slacks, black belt, and black loafers with a very expensive looking platinum wristwatch to boot. Gods take the wheel because my mouth has gone dry as a bone and my core is heating up as blood travels south fast.

“You’re drooling,” he says with a smirk.

“You look amazing,” I admit, and I can hear how breathy my voice sounds. Well, that’s embarrassing. He smiles as he walks over and cups my cheeks in his large hands; the contact sends an instant shock to the system, and I realise how m