Five-star Seduction by Louise Make Read Free Book Online Page B

alone. She listened for sounds of someone moving around but the suite was silent.
    She shot out of bed, her face heating at the state of the room. Evidence of their passion was all over the place. She wrapped a sheet around her and padded from room to room, hoping to find Lazola.
    He was gone. The most amazing night of her life had meant nothing to him. Just another one-night fling.
    He doesn’t care. You went to his bed knowing this.
    She showered quickly and packed her case. There was no way she could survive an entire weekend in Lazola’s hotel after being nothing more than his plaything for one night. She had to get out of there and gather herself. After double-checking that she hadn’t left anything behind, Langa lifted her case.
    * * *
    She had passed the roses on the lounge coffee table three times while looking for Lazola earlier; it was only as she was on her way out that she consciously noticed them.
    They stood in a crystal vase, two dozen in total, all of them perfect. There was an envelope with her name on it on the table. Langa tore it open and read the four simple words scrawled on a white card:
    Wait for me.
    Lazola
    He hadn’t discarded her after getting what he wanted. He must’ve been called away by something urgent, but had made sure to let her know that he wanted her there.
    Langa leaned in and inhaled the heady scent of the roses. They were beautiful. In a moment of panic, she wondered what they signified. Did this mean that he possibly felt the same way she did? Or was he in the habit of handing out bouquets to his bedmates in a ploy to keep them smitten?
    Langa decided not to get ahead of herself. She needed to hear what he had to say first. She needed to hear him say the words that would make her heart soar. Or crush it.
    Not knowing how she would react were anyone to find her alone in Lazola’s suite, she decided to go down for breakfast, then keep busy in the gym and spa until he returned. She hummed, suddenly relieved, as she changed into a tracksuit, then took her keycard and headed for the private lift.
    * * *
    Thomas found her around lunchtime as she was leaving the spa.
    â€œLanga! You’re looking fresh and energised. I do hope you’ve been enjoying your stay thus far?”
    Langa eyed him cautiously. “Indeed I have, Thomas. Nothing beats the penthouse suite – right up until its owner arrives to evict you, that is.”
    The drop in his face was almost comical. “Oh dear.”
    â€œWhat are you playing at?” she asked sternly. “Why did you send me up to Lazola’s suite last night?”
    Thomas tugged at his ear, his expression sheepish. “Forgive an old man, my dear. I guess my mind just wandered.”
    â€œNot buying it, Miller. Your old-man routine might work on the unsuspecting masses, but I doubt Lazola would trust you with his hotels if you had anything less than a formidable intellect.”
    He grinned. “Why thank you, Miss Cima.”
    â€œIt’s still Langa. Now, what was that all about?”
    Thomas looked around the busy waiting lounge, then back at her. “Join me for lunch. The seafood here will bring tears of joy to your eyes.”
    Langa couldn’t help her slight smile as she allowed him to lead her into the ground-level restaurant. She found herself liking him more and more the better she got to know him.
    Thomas Miller turned out to be very entertaining company. He had known Lazola since he was a boy, and kept Langa in stitches with stories of the daring and innovative thinking Lazola’d displayed from a young age. The death of his father after a battle with leukaemia had hardened him early on, but had not broken him. He’d finished high school top of his class, despite his grief. It was obvious that Thomas thought highly of Lazola and felt he deserved only the best.
    After lunch and well into her green tea, Langa squinted at her companion over her cup.
    â€œYou still