Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [30]
Brooke had spent the past two days shopping and enjoying a lot of the amenities the resort had to offer and, of course, keeping her eyes and ears open while doing so. Now the day Ian was scheduled to return had arrived, and as she lowered her body into the warm water of the Jacuzzi tub in her bathroom, excitement filled her to a degree she hadn't known in a long time. She submerged her body deep into the tub and let the jets provide a deep massage for the muscles she had overworked during her two-day shopping spree.
She laid her head back and closed her eyes as the jets and the bubbles whisked her away to another place, tantalizing as well as soothing her state of mind, sharpening her focus and her outlook.
Another moan escaped her lips when she shifted her body and doing so shot a jet of water to the area between her legs. She smiled thinking that was some kind of massage therapy. But she was realistic enough to know that the only way the deep-rooted tension and urgency that had settled in that part of her body could be removed was by the skill of one man. Ian Westmoreland.
As her eyes remained closed she contemplated how their dinner that evening would go. She could remember sharing meals with him at other times and how things ended. The memories sent shivers all through her body. He hadn't earned the nickname the Perfect End for nothing.
A couple of hours later, after her bath and a short nap, Brooke began getting dressed. Although she didn't agree that one more time between the sheets would get them out of each other's systems, she did agree that they needed one last time together to put an ending chapter to what once had been a beautiful relationship.
The thought of finality tightened the muscles surrounding her heart but she knew it had to be. She had to finally move forward in her life. She was young and believed that sooner or later she would get over Ian, no matter how hard such a thing would be. When she returned to D.C. she would ask Malcolm for a couple of weeks off.
She needed time alone to sort things out and to put her life in order. She also needed to make some decisions regarding her future. If she decided to leave fieldwork, she needed to know what other opportunities the Bureau had to offer. When she had mentioned such a possibility to Vance, he had suggested a job at the White House. Apparently, there were always places for capable women on the first lady's security detail.
A smile touched her lips when she thought of the time she'd spent with Vance. In the end, she'd decided that she liked him because he had Ian's best interest at heart and he was loyal to those he cared about. Ian was like that, too. Ian's sense of loyalty was the main reason he couldn't get past the Boris Knowles case.
She glanced at the underthings she had placed on her bed, items she had purchased that day. Ian always loved black lace on her, and she was going to make sure that tonight he saw a lot of it.
She squared her shoulders after dabbing perfume on her pulse points and between her breasts. The outfit she had bought to wear was an attention getter. It was meant to tease, tantalize, to impress and undress all in one sweep. She intended to make their last time together special.
Tonight she would be the one to give them the perfect end.
It felt good being back, Ian thought, as he walked into the penthouse a little later than he'd wanted. His connecting flight had been hell, with enough turbulence to make even a grown man weep.
The first thing he'd wanted to do when he had arrived at the casino was to find Brooke, but Vance had mentioned he had seen her leave the resort earlier. She had been headed for the shops in town. It had looked as if she intended to do some serious shopping. Ian had ended up going to his penthouse a disenchanted man. He unpacked with the thought that he was preparing for a night he intended Brooke would remember for a long time.