Page 51 of The Game Plan

“Isn’t this an apartment building?” she asked, looking up at the high rise.

“Yes,” he replied, getting out of the car to come around to open her door for her. He helped her from the Tahoe. “It’s my apartment.”

Her eyes widened. “Your apartment?”

Desire raced through her, and she did the best she could to hide it. She had been so turned on the last couple of days because of the encounter in the locker room that if they got anywhere near a bed, she would probably jump him.

“Is that all right?” he asked. “We can go somewhere else.”

Sutton shook her head. “It’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your plan.”

He smiled, and she ignored the spike of desire that slithered to her belly. “Great.”

The doorman held open the door for them, and they headed into the building.

“It’s gorgeous in here,” she said, looking around. There was beautiful light-wood paneling everywhere, to match the light-marble flooring.

“Welcome back, Mr. Vaughn,” the receptionist said. “Is this a guest who will be staying for the evening?”

She hid her laugh behind her hand at the red flush covering his face.

“We’ll say yes for now, but it could change,” he said as he leaned over the counter.

She gave Sutton a grin. “It’s all set up and ready for you two.”

Excitement fluttered in Sutton’s belly. “What’s ready?”

Reese held his finger up to his mouth, indicating the receptionist not to say anything.

She laughed. “Don’t worry, Mr. Vaughn.” She turned to Sutton. “I’ll need your ID, though, please.”

She dug it out of the clutch and handed it over, waiting for her to scan it and hand it back to her.

“Security is thorough here,” she quipped, tucking her ID back into the purse as she followed him to the elevators.

“They are,” he said, motioning for her to get on as the elevators dinged their arrival. “Since there are quite a few celebrity and athlete tenants, they take extra precautions.”

Reese hit the button for his floor as the doors closed, nerves settling in her stomach.

“So,” he said, leaning against the wall, “did you get that flower situation from this morning straightened out?”

When she arrived in the office this morning, Carrie let her know that the florist for the ball called and left a message with her to call them back.

When Sutton reached out, they told her there would be a problem getting the flowers there on time, and the order had accidentally been cancelled in the system.

“They tried to upcharge me for the order, since it would have to be a rush. Since I didn’t cancel the order, I told them we wouldn’t pay the extra charges for the flowers themselves.” She leaned back against the elevator, putting her hands on the skinny bar behind her. “I did agree to pay the extra shipping cost for them to arrive tomorrow, so they could be arranged and delivered to the venue Wednesday. That way we can get them set up without issue on Thursday for the ball.”

He wore a grin when she looked over at him, his arms crossed. “What?”

“I love how passionate you are about your work,” he said, crossing the short distance of the elevator. “It’s really hot.”

He put his hands next to hers on the bar and leaned in, pressing his body to hers.

“Thank you,” she replied. “It’s hot when you talk about your work, too. You’re so excited about the game, and the kids, that it’s hard to not admire it.”

“Damn, Cooke, you’ve outdone me in compliments,” he said. “What should I do to make it up to you?”

“I can think of a few things,” she whispered, grabbing the back of his head to bring his lips down to hers.