back the way she’d found it. She showered as quickly as she could then cursed herself for not bringing her clothes into the bathroom with her. Now she had to either get dressed in her sweaty workout gear or go out there in a towel. Shit! She opted for the towel rather than struggle back into spandex while still damp.
Dylan was seated in a chair he’d pulled up to the window, staring outside at the storm, water still pouring down from the sky, wind still pummeling everything out there. He glanced up when she came out then did a double take at seeing her with only a towel wrapped around her, and his smile was wicked.
She held up a hand. “Don’t even start. I just need my clothes.”
He wasn’t shy about watching, unlike her, and she felt his gaze like a touch on her body as she found the dress she’d had on earlier. Despite the storm, it was still warm and humid. Her nipples tingled and tightened under his scrutiny and her pussy squeezed. God. Once more she carried her clothing back into the bathroom to dress.
They went down to the lobby, where Dylan managed to get some information on the storm, but did not, she noticed, even try to get himself a room. And even though she noticed, she said nothing. And she wasn’t sure why that was.
“It should be blown over by tomorrow,” he said. “But it’s causing a lot of damage. Nobody knows when the airport will reopen. And there’s no Internet access.”
“Great.” She couldn’t even email the office to let them know what was going on. She sighed.
“I know you’re frustrated,” he said, taking her hand. His big warm fingers curled around hers and…it felt good. “But there’s nothing we can do about it but ride it out.”
“I know.”
“Just be thankful we’re in a safe place.”
“I am.”
“We’ll get some dinner. After, maybe I can start reading some of the stuff you brought for me.”
Why was he being so nice? She studied him. Probably because he was getting his way and they weren’t leaving for San Amaro right away. “So that means you’re coming with me? That you’ll participate in all the things we have planned?”
“Do I have any choice?” His smile was crooked, giving him a vulnerable air that tugged at something inside her.
“Well, of course you do,” she said. “But there are consequences to the choices you make.”
“Yeah. There are always consequences.”
After dinner, this time beers and hamburgers eaten in a corner of the lounge, they returned to her room and spent the evening sprawled out on her bed, reading. They both had magazines to flip through and Brooke gave him the information packages she’d put together on the various charitable groups they’d considered for Dylan. She kept glancing at him as he looked at them, wondering what he was thinking, what his reaction was. He didn’t say much but did seem quite intent in his study of them.
“Did you know there’s really only one ocean?” he said suddenly.
“Um. No. I thought there were like, five oceans.”
“I know. That’s what they teach you in school. But according to this, all the oceans are actually connected. There really is only one global ocean. So what happens to one ocean affects all the oceans, potentially.”
“Huh. I did not know that.” She hid a smile at his interest.
Her eyes started drooping at only about nine o’clock. “I must be jet-lagged,” she said tiredly, rolling off the bed. Then she paused. “Where are you planning to sleep?”
He looked up from a brochure. He smiled and patted the bed. “Right here, babe.”
She sighed. “Fine. But you sleep on top of the sheets.”
He laughed. “If I decide to molest you, a sheet’s not going to stop me.”
Heat sliding through her, she turned to go into the bathroom. Just as she neared the door, a long, loud cracking noise split the silence in the room. She jumped a foot off the floor and whirled to face the doors to the balcony, where the noise had come from. “Jesus
Dylan was seated in a chair he’d pulled up to the window, staring outside at the storm, water still pouring down from the sky, wind still pummeling everything out there. He glanced up when she came out then did a double take at seeing her with only a towel wrapped around her, and his smile was wicked.
She held up a hand. “Don’t even start. I just need my clothes.”
He wasn’t shy about watching, unlike her, and she felt his gaze like a touch on her body as she found the dress she’d had on earlier. Despite the storm, it was still warm and humid. Her nipples tingled and tightened under his scrutiny and her pussy squeezed. God. Once more she carried her clothing back into the bathroom to dress.
They went down to the lobby, where Dylan managed to get some information on the storm, but did not, she noticed, even try to get himself a room. And even though she noticed, she said nothing. And she wasn’t sure why that was.
“It should be blown over by tomorrow,” he said. “But it’s causing a lot of damage. Nobody knows when the airport will reopen. And there’s no Internet access.”
“Great.” She couldn’t even email the office to let them know what was going on. She sighed.
“I know you’re frustrated,” he said, taking her hand. His big warm fingers curled around hers and…it felt good. “But there’s nothing we can do about it but ride it out.”
“I know.”
“Just be thankful we’re in a safe place.”
“I am.”
“We’ll get some dinner. After, maybe I can start reading some of the stuff you brought for me.”
Why was he being so nice? She studied him. Probably because he was getting his way and they weren’t leaving for San Amaro right away. “So that means you’re coming with me? That you’ll participate in all the things we have planned?”
“Do I have any choice?” His smile was crooked, giving him a vulnerable air that tugged at something inside her.
“Well, of course you do,” she said. “But there are consequences to the choices you make.”
“Yeah. There are always consequences.”
After dinner, this time beers and hamburgers eaten in a corner of the lounge, they returned to her room and spent the evening sprawled out on her bed, reading. They both had magazines to flip through and Brooke gave him the information packages she’d put together on the various charitable groups they’d considered for Dylan. She kept glancing at him as he looked at them, wondering what he was thinking, what his reaction was. He didn’t say much but did seem quite intent in his study of them.
“Did you know there’s really only one ocean?” he said suddenly.
“Um. No. I thought there were like, five oceans.”
“I know. That’s what they teach you in school. But according to this, all the oceans are actually connected. There really is only one global ocean. So what happens to one ocean affects all the oceans, potentially.”
“Huh. I did not know that.” She hid a smile at his interest.
Her eyes started drooping at only about nine o’clock. “I must be jet-lagged,” she said tiredly, rolling off the bed. Then she paused. “Where are you planning to sleep?”
He looked up from a brochure. He smiled and patted the bed. “Right here, babe.”
She sighed. “Fine. But you sleep on top of the sheets.”
He laughed. “If I decide to molest you, a sheet’s not going to stop me.”
Heat sliding through her, she turned to go into the bathroom. Just as she neared the door, a long, loud cracking noise split the silence in the room. She jumped a foot off the floor and whirled to face the doors to the balcony, where the noise had come from. “Jesus
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