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    Burn For Me: Hotel D, #4
    Burn For Me: Hotel D, #4
    Burn For Me: Hotel D, #4
    Ebook83 pages1 hourHotel D

    Burn For Me: Hotel D, #4

    By Nika Stone

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    I've been burned by love before. But my smoking hot ex is a temptation I can't resist...

     

    I had a big list of dreams when I left culinary school. Getting knocked up -- and dumped -- by my rich European boyfriend at age forty was definitely not among them.

     

    Still, I'm a survivor. I reinvent myself as recipe developer and start a new business with my two best friends. I'll do whatever it takes to get our company to the next level -- even if that means working with my old flame, celebrity chef Nico Serra. It doesn't matter that he's hotter than a ghost pepper and all-too-willing to spice up my nights. I have to think about my baby's future. Nico's an all-too-sexy distraction I can't afford.

     

    But while he wants to turn up the heat and give us a second chance, I'm focused on the bun in my oven. Can I believe in love after getting burned so badly? Or will I end up with nothing but a broken heart once again?

     

    Burn For Me is the fourth book in the Hotel D series. These short, steamy stories feature mature couples who know what they want, in the bedroom and out! Each book in the series can be read as a standalone.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHeartbound Press
    Release dateSep 20, 2022
    ISBN9798215118153
    Burn For Me: Hotel D, #4
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      Burn For Me - Nika Stone

      Jade

      Breathe , I remind myself. Just. Freaking. Breathe.

      My body should be handling this task for me, but my nervous system seems to have taken a sick day. Despite having managed the process of getting air in and out just fine for forty years, today it’s decided to epically fail.

      I guess I can cut myself some slack. My body worked great before this bombshell hit my life. Never thought I’d be taken down by two stupid lines on a pee stick. So this frantic gulping of sweet, sweet oxygen makes sense.

      I want to go back. A month, a day — hell, even ten minutes ago when I was writing up a business proposal with my best friends, Lane and Finola. We joked about the company we’re starting, and how it was our collective love child. Now I’m forced to contemplate having an actual child. What the fuck?

      What in the world am I gonna do with a —

      Baby, let’s goooo. My boyfriend Wulf enters the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. I hate to bug you, love, but I’ve got to get in the shower. My flight leaves at 10 and I want to get there early. I’m traveling with the VP this morning.

      He notices my terrified expression and stops short. Then he bolts, crossing the room, a frown marring his face. Wulf’s eyes widen as they flick between my face and the pregnancy test in my hand.

      What the fuck, Jade? His expression could be the dictionary image for quiet rage. I’ve never seen him like this. What the actual fuck?

      What kind of question is that, Wulf? I tense up. Shit. Is that bad for it? Will it be born with anger problems because of this? Oh, crap. I’m thinking of it as an it. That’s gotta be a bad sign. I am obviously not meant to be anyone’s mother.

      Fuck. My heart feels like it’s kicking its way out of my chest. I could be a mother. My body’s playing some kind of sick joke on me. I sit down on the commode, try to breathe through the panic.

      This is such bullshit! He paces the length of the bathroom. Why the fuck would you spring this on me today, Jade? You know this is the biggest meeting of my fucking life!

      I blink a few times. I’m certain I did not just hear what I thought I heard. Could the father of my potential child really be acting like such a piece of shit?

      Spring this on you? Are you out of your mind? I just found out about twenty seconds ago.

      Great. Fucking great. The day I most have to keep my focus —

      Focus? Is that the issue? Your fucking problem is focus?

      "My problem, he announces, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, is that you knew what our deal was, and you’ve gotten yourself knocked up anyway."

      I’ve gotten myself — do you even hear yourself right now? I didn’t do this all on my own, and I damned sure didn’t plan it.

      Indeed. I wish I could be certain of that.

      What? What the hell does that mean?

      Nothing. It’s just awfully convenient that I’m up for the biggest promotion of my life, and now you’re… you’re doing… this. He runs a hand over his hair. Something I absolutely don’t have time for.

      Dude. You damned well better make time. This isn’t something I decided to do to you, Wulf, and that you could even let that thought pass your lips… My expression must show how close I am to exploding, because his turns coaxing.

      Jay, he says, wheedling. Wulf rubs my shoulders. Despite my annoyance, I relax into his hands. Jay, Jay, Jay. I’m so sorry. That was awful of me. It’s the shock.

      I’m shocked, too, asshole, I think to myself. Still doesn’t mean it’s okay to yell and treat me like crap.

      I’ll have my GP set something up for you, he continues. Dropping the towel, he slips into the shower. They’re very discreet. I’ll be out of town, but surely you have a girlfriend who could go with you?

      Did he just —? What the —?

      We — do you not think we should talk about this?

      What is there to talk about? We agreed kids were never on the table, Jade.

      We did, but —

      What we have has been great. Why would we want to mess that up?

      Has been. He throws that phrase out so casually. It rubs me the wrong way.

      Wulf and I live the DINK dream. For three years now, we’ve done what we want, when we want. Him saying it has been great sounds like he’s ready to trade me in for someone else. Someone who doesn’t come with anything that might change his lifestyle. The way a baby certainly would.

      In theory, we never wanted kids. I still don’t know if I do. But like it or not, there’s one growing inside me now. How does he not get that this isn’t theory anymore, and we have some decisions to make?

      Luckily for me, I compartmentalize like a boss. With one part of my brain, I get dressed for work. Review the specials for tonight’s menu. Make a mental note to talk to my sous chef and see if we can come up with something special to use up that arugula. Toss it into a stir-fry, maybe? Or a salad? If I remember right, we’ve got extra flank steak that we could use along with it.

      Wulf comes into the bedroom, and my train of thought derails. Even in my frustration, I can’t help admiring him. Objectively speaking, the man is hot. He looks perfect, of course. He wouldn’t dare look anything else.

      And we have a pretty perfect life. We’re

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