Heart & Soul: The Meeting (Heartland Series) Read Free Page B

cheek to remove a stray eyelash and smacked her
lips together to even out the pink gloss.   Satisfied with her face, she then smoothed down her skirt that came to a
stop just above her knees and pulled at the hem of her blouse.   Straightening, she saw David watching her,
his mouth curved slightly in that half smile that had most of the girls in the
office ready to throw their panties at him.

 
    “You look fine Sam, stop worrying. If anyone
should be worried it’s me.   My entire
career rests on this meeting.”
    “No pressure then?” Sam said with a small smile,
pleased that he picked up the intended humour and returned the smile with a
quick shoulder bump.

 
    Moments later, the elevator came to a halt and the
doors opened easily.   Standing in the entrance
to one of the suites stood a tall, blond woman that Sam could only describe as
gorgeous. She wore a scarlet red, skirt suit which stopped several inches above
her knees and skyscraper black heels that made her already long legs look like
they went on forever.   Her platinum blond
hair fell in sleek waves passed her shoulders and her full lips were painted to
match her suit.   If Sam hadn’t felt under
dressed before, she definitely did now.   The woman exuded confidence and elegance and carried herself in a way
Sam could only dream of emulating one day. Sam’s sexual preferences had always
leaned towards men, but for this woman, she may revaluate.

 
    “Mr Hughes, Miss Westfield?” She asked as they
stepped off the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind them. “Please follow
me, Mr Lockwood will be out momentarily.”

 
    They followed the blond through a set of double doors
into what could only be described as a place fit for one of Hollywood’s greatest
modern day stars.   It might be a super
expensive suite in an exclusive Toronto hotel but she had a feeling that this
whole place had been decorated to Alistair Lockwood’s personal tastes as it
certainly didn’t look like any hotel room she’d ever been in.

 
    The soft mocha coloured walls were filled with
modern art which, despite her minimal knowledge of the art world, she had no
doubt were originals.   A sumptuous leather
couch formed an “L” shape and was angled to face the huge open fireplace that
dominated the main area.   The wrought
iron grate was encased in a cream marble surround and hearth that had been
polished to within an inch of its life.   The marble gleamed as the sunlight streamed in through the floor to
ceiling windows.

 
    Whilst she was impressed by all of this, it was
the view of downtown Toronto that really took her breath away, that was until she
set her eyes on the reason they were here at the Fairmont Royal York.   Even though she’d seen his movies and many,
many of his photos, nothing could have prepared her for what seeing him in the
flesh would do to her system.   Sam stood
next to David as Alistair Lockwood, Hollywood A-Lister, stepped into the
room.  

 
    He was dressed casually in black pants and a
button down, white, linen shirt.   His
inky black hair wasn’t short, but neither was it long.   It was a little ruffled, just the way she
imagined it would look if someone had just run their fingers through it.   He had broad shoulders, a trim waist and lean
hips, the perfect inverted triangle.

 
    As he closed in on where they stood, his movements
appeared effortless.   For such a tall
man, she guessed at least several inches above six feet, there was an elegance
and grace about the way he moved.     His one hand was nestled in his pants pocket,
the other rested at his side.   Sam could see
that his eyes were a brilliant blue and there was a golden tan to his skin, emphasised
by his dark hair and the light shirt.   He
wore the two top buttons undone which revealed a smooth expanse of skin.   Sam couldn’t stop her thoughts from wondering
exactly what lay beneath the material that covered his body from view.  

 
    She’d never