Excerpt of At His Service by Suzanne Rock

Shit, shit, shit. Karin glanced around the bathroom.
There was nowhere to hide. She clutched the cell phone to
her chest and squeezed behind the door. Leo breezed past
her into the room and turned on the hot water in the
large tub. Steam rolled up from the marble basin, filling
the small space. Karin held her breath as Leo undid the
buttons of his suit coat and shrugged it onto the floor.

He’s undressing. Karin tried to force her muscles to
move, but they refused to listen. She watched as Leo
placed his glass of scotch on the floor and then peeled
off his layers of clothing, one by one.

For once, Karin didn’t mind the mess. Wes was right, the
Perconti brothers were sinfully handsome, and the oldest
brother was the best looking of the lot. His tan
stretched up his muscular arms, around his perfectly
formed shoulders, and down his lean, angular back. Even
his firm, tight ass was a golden color, putting delicious
thoughts of Leo sunbathing nude in her mind.

She could easily picture his sleek body stretching out on
some Italian beach, soaking up the sun. Karin wondered
what it would feel like to press up against such a
flawless physique and feel those solid hips between her
legs.

She dropped her gaze down his torso as he turned toward
the marble tub. Dark hair dotted his chest and lower
abdomen, drawing her attention to his long, thick cock.
Karin’s heartbeat drummed in her ears as he stepped into
the bath. Something fluttered inside her as she imagined
crawling in alongside him and running soap along his
athletic frame.

Oh God, she needed to focus. It had been far too long
since she’d had sex, even longer since she’d had great
sex. Looking at the grace and muscular beauty of Leo
Perconti’s body, she knew that a night with him would go
a long way toward alleviating all of the stress that had
been building up inside of her.

A dull ache formed between her thighs as she imagined
straddling his hips and taking his hard cock deep inside
her channel. She reached down her torso and pressed her
hand against her mound and imagined his muscular body
pressing up against hers. Embarrassment at her boldness
heated her cheeks.

She bit back a groan of disappointment as Leo slid under
the warm bathwater. His back was once again facing her
and she knew that if she wanted to save her job, then she
had to get out of there, fast.

Enough daydreaming. It was time to go. After one long,
wistful glance at Leo, she slipped out from behind the
door and edged out into the hallway.

“Stop.”

Karin froze as the thick Italian accent rose up from the
tub.

“Come here.”

Karin turned back to the bathroom, unsure of what to do.
She judged the distance from her spot to the elevator and
wondered if she should make a run for it. Her escape
depended on Wes having sent the elevator back up for her.
If she had to wait for the doors to open, then she’d be
caught. If Leo found cleaning staff in his room, she
could get in trouble. Could she trust Wes to send the
elevator back for her?

“I know Marco sent you.”

Karin blinked. “Excuse me?”

Leo chuckled. “There’s no need to be coy with me. I know
all about my brother’s ‘connections.’ If the man spent as
much effort fixing up this hotel as he did bedding
socialites, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” He raised his
glass to his lips. “So tell me, are you the pushy one, or
the one who was willing to please?”

“I’m sorry, I . . .” Did Leo think she was one of the
socialite friends Marco had offered him earlier? She
scrunched her nose in disgust. She wasn’t an empty-headed
socialite. And yet, there was something rather appealing
about the idea of pleasing him.

“Don’t tell me you’re a man,” he said.

“I—no.” She glanced back at Leo’s long, lean form as it
lounged in the tub. Wes’s words floated through her mind.
You need some sex, girlfriend. Loosen up. “Not a guy.”

“I thought as much. You don’t sound like a man. Come here
and let me see if my brother’s friends are as beautiful
as he claims.”

Leo Perconti was brazen. She should feel offended, but
that voice did things to her body that made her want
more. Karin wanted to obey his command and see where
things led. Besides, Leo didn’t ever have to know her
real identity. It was the perfect opportunity for a
glorious night of passion without consequence.

No, there was one consequence, a huge one. Leo was her
boss’s boss. If he found out that she’d tried to deceive
him, then he’d take it out on Marco. Not only would she
be fired, but Marco could and probably would make the
entire staff suffer for her indiscretion.

But then again, wasn’t she in charge of making sure Leo
had a pleasant stay? If the night went well and he was in
a better mood around his brother, then she would have
done her job. It wasn’t like they’d be constantly running
into each other. The staff was supposed to stay out of
sight as much as possible. If by chance they should see
each other again, she could always play ignorant. No one
would have to know what had happened in this hotel room
except her.

Karin looked from the hallway to the bathroom and back
again. All she had to do was accept the night for what it
was—pure physical bliss. No strings attached. If she
could get away with this . . . it would be one hell of a
night.

Resolved, Karin pocketed Wes’s cell phone and
straightened her skirt. She paused over the hem as a new
revelation hit her. Shit, my uniform. Leo would mark her
as an employee as soon as he saw her.

Perhaps it could be part of the game. She could tell Leo
that she’d needed the uniform to get past the paparazzi
downstairs undetected. All she had to do was come across
confident of her abilities.

Confidence. Ever since she had caught her former boss
fucking a politician in his office, Karin’s confidence
had remained hidden. She wasn’t sure if she had it in her
to pull something like this off.

“Are you coming?” Leo asked. “Or am I going to have to
come out and get you?”

“No, I’m coming.” She could do this, she just needed to
stop overthinking.

Didn’t Wes just accuse her of being too serious? This
night was about de-stressing and relaxing.

Karin cleared her throat and adjusted her bra. Her
breasts were on the small side of normal, but hopefully
they’d be enough to please him. She undid the top few
buttons of her blouse, revealing the upper curve of her
breasts. After pinching her cheeks, she hid her shaking
hands behind her back and concentrated on swaying her
hips as she moved closer to the large, marble tub. Here
goes nothing. . .