sleep in my boxers? It’s much more comfortable, and I swear I won’t try a thing. Tonight.”
Did I mind? I was dying to see his body. I just had to know if he was that tan everywhere.
“Okay,” I said in a breathless voice.
He didn’t hesitate after that, stripping off his shoes, socks, shirt and slacks in short order. I wished fervently that the lights were on, never taking my eyes off of him. He slid onto the other side of the bed from me, lying on his back on top of the covers.
“Go to sleep,” he told me.
“Are you tan like that everywhere?” I asked him, just on the edge of sleep. If he answered me, I never heard him as I drifted off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mr. Moody
The sound of my alarm woke me from a deep sleep. I never slept that hard, and coming out of it was something I was unaccustomed to. I knew instantly that it was gonna be a rough morning by the pounding in my temples.
The clock showed five a.m, but my body still thought it was two a.m. A twenty-four hour layover was never enough time to adjust to the time difference.
I wasn’t surprised to find that James had left, though I was strangely disappointed.
Since there were no longer any lingering effects of alcohol buzzing through my system, I knew I had a problem. I was starting to like that kinky rich bastard.
I went directly into the shower, pinning my hair up and keeping it carefully dry. There was no way I’d have time to dry it if I washed it.
I threw my shift back on my slightly damp skin, planning to wear it until it was time to change into work clothes. I was so used to sharing adjoining rooms with Stephan that it was just second nature for me to stay at least partially decent while I got ready.
My bathroom door was slightly ajar, so when my hotel room door clicked open and then closed, I froze in alarm. I peaked out of the door, both surprised and relieved to see that it was James.
He joined me in the bathroom without asking. Even Stephan wasn’t so familiar with me, so it caught me off guard that he would join me so casually in the bathroom right after I’d showered.
He handed me a cup of coffee and two white tablets. He set two bottles of water on the counter.
“The pills are for the hangover,” he told me. “And the water will help. You’re dehydrated.”
I took the pills, downing most of the first bottle in the process. A long drink of the coffee and I felt nearly human again.
I saw that he had changed his clothes. He was back in a suit, looking fresh and well rested.
“You went back to your place?” I knew little about him, but I did know that he lived primarily in New York. My eyes were on his impeccable suit. It was a soft gray, his shirt and tie blue today. I’d never gotten a chance to get a good look at him without his clothes on. Dammit .
As I looked at him, my eyes moved up to his in the mirror. We were both facing it, and his lovely turquoise eyes were glued to my body with an intensity that made my eyes follow his.
My thin shift, combined with my slightly damp skin, had, not surprisingly, made my nightgown transparent. I might as well be naked , I thought, a little stunned.
And he was drinking in the sight of me hungrily, as though he’d never seen anything so appetizing in his life. It was an intoxicating feeling, to put that look in his eyes.
He stepped in directly behind me, his eyes steadily on my chest. My breasts felt heavy and I wanted him to touch them so badly.
I unconsciously arched my back a little, my shoulders going back, my chest forward, my nipples clearly visible as they rubbed against the thin fabric of my shift. They were pebbled to hardness, and tightened even more as I watched them.
“I don’t want to make you late for work,” he murmured. “But I need to do something.”
He pressed up against my back, his arousal hard and heavy
Did I mind? I was dying to see his body. I just had to know if he was that tan everywhere.
“Okay,” I said in a breathless voice.
He didn’t hesitate after that, stripping off his shoes, socks, shirt and slacks in short order. I wished fervently that the lights were on, never taking my eyes off of him. He slid onto the other side of the bed from me, lying on his back on top of the covers.
“Go to sleep,” he told me.
“Are you tan like that everywhere?” I asked him, just on the edge of sleep. If he answered me, I never heard him as I drifted off.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mr. Moody
The sound of my alarm woke me from a deep sleep. I never slept that hard, and coming out of it was something I was unaccustomed to. I knew instantly that it was gonna be a rough morning by the pounding in my temples.
The clock showed five a.m, but my body still thought it was two a.m. A twenty-four hour layover was never enough time to adjust to the time difference.
I wasn’t surprised to find that James had left, though I was strangely disappointed.
Since there were no longer any lingering effects of alcohol buzzing through my system, I knew I had a problem. I was starting to like that kinky rich bastard.
I went directly into the shower, pinning my hair up and keeping it carefully dry. There was no way I’d have time to dry it if I washed it.
I threw my shift back on my slightly damp skin, planning to wear it until it was time to change into work clothes. I was so used to sharing adjoining rooms with Stephan that it was just second nature for me to stay at least partially decent while I got ready.
My bathroom door was slightly ajar, so when my hotel room door clicked open and then closed, I froze in alarm. I peaked out of the door, both surprised and relieved to see that it was James.
He joined me in the bathroom without asking. Even Stephan wasn’t so familiar with me, so it caught me off guard that he would join me so casually in the bathroom right after I’d showered.
He handed me a cup of coffee and two white tablets. He set two bottles of water on the counter.
“The pills are for the hangover,” he told me. “And the water will help. You’re dehydrated.”
I took the pills, downing most of the first bottle in the process. A long drink of the coffee and I felt nearly human again.
I saw that he had changed his clothes. He was back in a suit, looking fresh and well rested.
“You went back to your place?” I knew little about him, but I did know that he lived primarily in New York. My eyes were on his impeccable suit. It was a soft gray, his shirt and tie blue today. I’d never gotten a chance to get a good look at him without his clothes on. Dammit .
As I looked at him, my eyes moved up to his in the mirror. We were both facing it, and his lovely turquoise eyes were glued to my body with an intensity that made my eyes follow his.
My thin shift, combined with my slightly damp skin, had, not surprisingly, made my nightgown transparent. I might as well be naked , I thought, a little stunned.
And he was drinking in the sight of me hungrily, as though he’d never seen anything so appetizing in his life. It was an intoxicating feeling, to put that look in his eyes.
He stepped in directly behind me, his eyes steadily on my chest. My breasts felt heavy and I wanted him to touch them so badly.
I unconsciously arched my back a little, my shoulders going back, my chest forward, my nipples clearly visible as they rubbed against the thin fabric of my shift. They were pebbled to hardness, and tightened even more as I watched them.
“I don’t want to make you late for work,” he murmured. “But I need to do something.”
He pressed up against my back, his arousal hard and heavy
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