Miss Kendrick" Ambrose breaks me from my thoughts of possible jealous and leads me out of the double doors and back down the hallway. We stand at the bank of elevators until one arrives and we step inside. Ambrose steps forward to the panel and punches a series of numbers into a coded keyboard.

"Your massage has been arranged at Mr Whitlock' residence" Ambrose tells me as the doors close and the elevator begins to smoothly rise up the floors. I am suddenly hit with a wave of nerves at being in Rhodes's apartment, I hope he knows that this is where Ambrose has organised it for me. I don't have long to think about it before the elevator doors open up into an expansive room.

"Mr Whitlock' apartment occupies the entire top floors of the hotel, if you'll follow me I'll show you where Marla is set up" I half listen to Ambrose as he talks, unable to remove my gaze from the view set out in front of me. The front room is incredibly grand; sleek marble floors, and incredibly modern kitchen to my left with at least a ten foot long island bench top. But what really takes my breath away is the floor to ceiling windows that cover the entire back wall of the apartment, revealing a stunning view of London   below us.

I quickly realise I've been standing in the same position for far too long and eager to not keep Ambrose away from his real job for much longer; I follow him down a long hallway to the right. We pass multiple closed doors until we reach the end of the hallway and entire a room that appears to be a gym, with a large table set up in the middle of the room.

A young woman with long black hair is walking around the room lighting various candles she has placed around. The mood is an instantly calm one, the lights have been turned off so the only way you can see is through the various flickering of candles.

"Miss Kendrick this is Marla. I will leave you two to if then, if there isn't anything else you need Miss Kendrick?" Ambrose asks me as he stands by the door. It's an odd feeling, having someone try to go out of their way to make you feel comfortable, especially when they don't really know you. I smile and shake my head.

"No thank you Ambrose, I'm fine. You go help Rhodes" he gives me a small smile and leaves the room presumably to run back to Rhodes's side.

One hour later I am oiled up and dressed in a bathrobe; wandering through Rhodes's apartment to find my way back to the windows I saw when I first entered. It's the first time I have ever had a professional massage and I honestly feel like I'm floating away. It's the most relaxed my body has felt in probably my whole entire life. Marla has just left the apartment, but not without getting an earful of me telling her how incredible she is at her job. I make a mental note to tell Rhodes how wonderful she was; maybe it will yield something like a raise or even just a bit of leniency if she ever fucks something up.

I don't have to remember for long as I start to make my way over to the windows to look at the view, I hear footsteps from behind me. Rhodes walks out of the elevator and places his briefcase down on a side table next to him, grinning at me.

"You look relaxed" He comments as he walks over to join me. I hum softly and nod my head.

"Incredibly so, that Marla deserves a raise" I smile up at him and flutter my eyes somewhat, he nods his head and he takes a hold of my hips and gives my forehead a gentle kiss.

"Noted, I'll get to that later" he smirks softly as he rubs my hips softly.

"How is it all going down there?" I ask him as I place my hands on his shoulder, I'm quite a bit shorter than him so it's a slight reach. I'd have to stand on my tiptoes if I wanted to slide my hands into his hair, something I have thought about doing on more than one occasion.

"Yeah it looks like it will all come together, Amanda is a god send, I should have had her organising this whole thing in the first place" There's that girl again, it's like she walks on water or something.

"Do you work with her a lot?" I ask, attempting to keep my tone as relaxed and neutral as I can. I'm not being jealous, I'm simply taking an interest in his work and the people that he works with.

"Yes sometimes, she does a lot of co-ordinating and organising, that's her specialty really. She really saved the day today" he tucks a strand of my loose hair behind my ear as he talks and it's a momentary distraction from my investigation. Every time he touches my bare skin I feel as though I'm on fire, as though I can't think about anything else other than the fact that his skin is touching mine and that I won't more of it.

His hand falls away from my face gently and I'm able to focus again, reminding myself of my questioning. "She seems like a hardworking woman" I try to keep the comment light and breezy, but it immediately comes off as jealous and a little spiteful.

"Darling don't tell me you're jealous of Amanda" he lowly chuckles and pulls my hips so I'm closely pressed against his body. I immediately feel my cheeks redden and flush with heat as I look up at him, a look of gentle amusement in his eyes.

"No no, of course not. I'm just-she seemed very comfortable around you and. I don't know, it was stupid" I shake my head and force out a nervous giggle that appears to be trapped in my throat. He tightens his grip on my hips and leans his head down until his lips are close to my ear.

"Well, I'm not interested in Amanda, not in the slightest. I am however very interested in the woman naked and oily in a bathroom in my apartment" He hotly whispers into my ear before he drops his lips down ever so slightly to tug on my earlobe with his cheap. An audible moan falls out of me before I even know it's there. He starts at first by the earlobe, and then trails his way down my neck leaving various bites in between gentle kisses that intoxicate me.

When his teeth graze a spot at the base of my neck, a let out a soft moan and tangle my hands in his hair tugging it gently until I bring his head back up. His lips are finally pressed against mine in a feverish kiss. He releases a soft moan against my mouth as I feel his tongue slip into my mouth. I'm completely drunk on the way he tastes, like minty toothpaste. My body shivers under his touch as I feel him slide one of his hands around the back of my neck in an effort to decrease the distance between us, of which there isn't much. I suddenly realise that it's our first kiss, and boy is it a good one.

I want more, I don't want him to stop, so much so as I let out a gentle whimper at the loss of contact when he breaks our kiss. He presses his forehead against mine and breathes heavily for a moment or two, I close my eyes and brush my nose against his. He opens his mouth as though he's about to say something when his phone begins to buzz from inside his pocket. This time he's the one who's groaning, as he fishes it out of the pocket and checks the caller ID.

"Gotta take this love" He says softly before pressing a soft kiss to my lips and walking down the hallway, leaving me alone, staring at the London   skyline