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female voice on the other end of the call funneled into Trent’s ear, but it felt nothing like when Laurel had whispered those five little words to him.
Trent, make love to me .
A shiver ran up his spine from remembering her warm breath against the whorls of his ear. He throbbed just from thinking about sinking into her, and to do that he needed condoms. If there was any way to get them at this time of night, one man would know how.
“Calvin, please.”
“Yes, sir. One moment, please.”
“This is Calvin.” Only a few seconds had passed before Trent heard the voice of the man he’d love forever if he could hoo k him up with this one request.
“Calvin, it’s Trent— uh, Mr. Warren.” He was so excited he’d nearly forgotten his cover.
“Yes, Mr. Warren . What can I do for you?”
“Um, are there any . . . is there someplace to get some condoms ?” Trent found himself whispering the last word as his face burned with the shame of having to ask this man something so intimate.
This plan had seemed like a good idea while he was pressed against Laurel and his erection was doing the thinking, but now that his brain had taken back control it was just plain humiliating. He’d have to face this man for the rest of the week.
“Yes, sir. Right away. Would you like them delivered to the pool or to your bungalow?”
His mouth dropped open. The hotel staff knew where he was? Did they know what he was doing too?
Of course t hey did. This was a secure high-end facility. He should have considered there would be security cameras everywhere, even if he couldn’t see them.
He swallowed and managed to answer, “The bungalow is fine.”
“Yes, sir. They’ll be there directly.”
“Thank you.” Good God, this was embarrassing. How was he going to look Calvin—hell, a ny of the staff—in the eye ever again?
Thank God they hadn’t actually done it. He glanced back at Laurel, watching him from the pool. In spite of the rising full moon and the hotel’s lighting, it was still kind of dark on that side of the pool. They’d really only been kissing . . . at least above the waterline that was all they’d been doing.
Reason started to creep back in as Trent made e nough excuses to calm himself and he realized he was still holding the receiver in his hand. As he turned to hang it up he realized that the phones probably had caller ID.
Of course. Calvin and the front desk could see he was calling from the pool. That made sense and he liked that idea much better than the alternative—that the security staff was in a room somewhere watching them like some kind of peep show.
Trent blew out a breath , feeling moderately better. He still hated that he’d had to place an order for condoms to be delivered but that’s what he got for not being prepared.
He turned toward Laurel while making a vow to himself to never travel without supplies again, even if it had been so long since he’d had sex the condoms in his drawer at home were probably expired by now.
“Come here .” He motioned for her to swim to his side of the pool. When she reached the edge, he extended a hand to help her out.
Standing there dripping wet and with goose bumps on her skin from the cool night air, she asked, “Where are we going?”
He reached for a towel and wrapped it around her before he grabbed her arms and planted one hard, quick kiss on her mouth. Then he answered her question. “My bungalow.”
“Okay. Why?” Even with the towel wrapped completely around her, she was still sexy as hell. Any man’s dream.
“Because that’s where the condoms are being delivered. And there’s a bed there.” And walls. And privacy. And hopefully no security cameras. He left the rest of his list unspoken. No reason for her to be burdened with what he was.
She smiled, apparently less appalled by his sur real room service order than he was. “That sounds good.”
Damn, it did sound good. Once he got over his Texan upbringing that had taught him
Trent, make love to me .
A shiver ran up his spine from remembering her warm breath against the whorls of his ear. He throbbed just from thinking about sinking into her, and to do that he needed condoms. If there was any way to get them at this time of night, one man would know how.
“Calvin, please.”
“Yes, sir. One moment, please.”
“This is Calvin.” Only a few seconds had passed before Trent heard the voice of the man he’d love forever if he could hoo k him up with this one request.
“Calvin, it’s Trent— uh, Mr. Warren.” He was so excited he’d nearly forgotten his cover.
“Yes, Mr. Warren . What can I do for you?”
“Um, are there any . . . is there someplace to get some condoms ?” Trent found himself whispering the last word as his face burned with the shame of having to ask this man something so intimate.
This plan had seemed like a good idea while he was pressed against Laurel and his erection was doing the thinking, but now that his brain had taken back control it was just plain humiliating. He’d have to face this man for the rest of the week.
“Yes, sir. Right away. Would you like them delivered to the pool or to your bungalow?”
His mouth dropped open. The hotel staff knew where he was? Did they know what he was doing too?
Of course t hey did. This was a secure high-end facility. He should have considered there would be security cameras everywhere, even if he couldn’t see them.
He swallowed and managed to answer, “The bungalow is fine.”
“Yes, sir. They’ll be there directly.”
“Thank you.” Good God, this was embarrassing. How was he going to look Calvin—hell, a ny of the staff—in the eye ever again?
Thank God they hadn’t actually done it. He glanced back at Laurel, watching him from the pool. In spite of the rising full moon and the hotel’s lighting, it was still kind of dark on that side of the pool. They’d really only been kissing . . . at least above the waterline that was all they’d been doing.
Reason started to creep back in as Trent made e nough excuses to calm himself and he realized he was still holding the receiver in his hand. As he turned to hang it up he realized that the phones probably had caller ID.
Of course. Calvin and the front desk could see he was calling from the pool. That made sense and he liked that idea much better than the alternative—that the security staff was in a room somewhere watching them like some kind of peep show.
Trent blew out a breath , feeling moderately better. He still hated that he’d had to place an order for condoms to be delivered but that’s what he got for not being prepared.
He turned toward Laurel while making a vow to himself to never travel without supplies again, even if it had been so long since he’d had sex the condoms in his drawer at home were probably expired by now.
“Come here .” He motioned for her to swim to his side of the pool. When she reached the edge, he extended a hand to help her out.
Standing there dripping wet and with goose bumps on her skin from the cool night air, she asked, “Where are we going?”
He reached for a towel and wrapped it around her before he grabbed her arms and planted one hard, quick kiss on her mouth. Then he answered her question. “My bungalow.”
“Okay. Why?” Even with the towel wrapped completely around her, she was still sexy as hell. Any man’s dream.
“Because that’s where the condoms are being delivered. And there’s a bed there.” And walls. And privacy. And hopefully no security cameras. He left the rest of his list unspoken. No reason for her to be burdened with what he was.
She smiled, apparently less appalled by his sur real room service order than he was. “That sounds good.”
Damn, it did sound good. Once he got over his Texan upbringing that had taught him
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