Page 21 of Broken Beauty

That's dangerous thinking.

“What kind of plans?” I ask Ash with a teasing smile.

Before Ash can answer, one of the flight attendants interrupts us. “Sir, looks away from me and at her. “We will be landing in fifteen minutes. They have your hotel room ready and all of the reservations for tonight are all set as well.”

“Thank you.” Ash nods for her to leave and she smiles before turning around and going back to the front of the plane. Ash looks down at me and I raise my eyebrow at him. “What?”

“What reservations for tonight?” I ask with a small smile.

“You'll see.” Ash smirks before looking away from me and at the window to my right.

* * *

I don't know what exactly we are doing.

All I know is that Ash told me a car will be here to pick us up in a few hours and then he left because he needed to meet with his father.

The hotel room we are staying in is super nice. It has a small dining area and a living room in another room. The California King faces the beautiful city and this is possibly the best view that any hotel room might have.

You can see The Empire State Building and then Central park that is a bit further down.

I wanted to ask Ash how he could pay for all this and that me and him should go half but he left before I could ask him.

By the time it's dark, Ash is still not back and I refrain from texting him to ask him where he is. Instead I just decide to get ready.

I end up wearing a black skirt with a black cropped t-shirt. Since it's cold outside I decide to throw on an oversized brown leather jacket. As I fix my hair and brush it out, Ash walks into the hotel room and he pauses when he sees me.

His eyes darken and I get chills down my spine as he looks at me like that.

I love it when he looks at me like that.

It makes me want to kiss him forever and not let go.

He walks closer to me and when he is close enough his hand automatically wraps around my waist and pulls me closer to him. “You look nice,” he says while leaning down, placing his lips on the side of my neck.

I reach up and rest my hands on his neck. “Where have you been?”

Ash tenses under my touch and I almost want to pull my hands away. “With my father. He needed to talk to me.” Ash's lips leave my neck and he looks down at me, still with that heated gaze.

“For four hours?” I raise my eyebrows.

“My father requires a lot of attention. I'm sorry I didn't text.” He presses a soft kiss on my shoulder.

I don't ask him anything else about his father because I can tell by the way Ash's grip is around my waist that his father isn't someone he wants to talk about.

But from our agreement we also promised not to mention anything too personal about us for our heart’s sake, more so my heart.

“So where are we going?”

Ash smiles and takes my hands off his neck and holds them in his. “The car is waiting downstairs.”

“Can we use the subway? I've never been in one and I want to see what it's like.”

Ash nods his head. “Of course. I'll let them know.”

Ash and I walk out of the building and after he talks to the driver, he grabs my hand and walks to the entrance of the subway.

It's very hot down here and it almost feels like I can't breathe from how hot it is.