Danny never even really acknowledges me except for when I speak to him directly, like he’s an Alexa just waiting to be told to turn on. He’s like a lifeless puppet on set, waiting for the director to call action before he wakes up. This morning, however, it seems Danny is determined to break the status quo.
Glancing at the time on my phone, I bite back a groan and slap a hand against the heavy wood of his hotel room door. I’ve never been inside the hotel, usually electing to meet him by the car, but today he hasn’t emerged and I’m forced to approach the lair.
He must sleep like the dead. Unless he’s just ignoring me. Unless he’s…busy. Maybe there is someone in there with him, and he can’t bring himself to get away.
The thought infuriates me even as it causes a strange twist in my gut at the thought. Not that I’m jealous of whoever is in there with him, that would be ridiculous. If anything I’m jealous that he’s able to have a slow morning rolling in the sheets instead of waking up to a blaring alarm and multiple texts from Sarah.
Now more than a little frustrated, I start to jiggle the handle before hissing through the wood, “If you’re not out here in thirty seconds I’m going to kick this door down.”
“Go on then.” Whirling, I see Danny sauntering down the hallway, headphones looped around his neck. So he wasn’t inside with a lover. Swallowing my tongue, I take him in. Tendrils of hair stick to his forehead and my fingers twitch with the desire to brush them back. His gray t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders as beads of sweat drip down his neck.
Pulling my eyes away before I follow the droplet down to his collarbone, I glare at him, “Where have you been?”
He gives me a side eye as he comes closer, waving a hand to his attire and drawing my attention back to his tight chest. Iwill notto count the abs.
Still pressed against his door, he comes up close. Holding my breath doesn’t stop me from breathing him in. Ugh, even his sweat smells good.
Reaching around me, he unlocks the door before pushing it open behind me.
“We have to be out in ten minutes, I don’t have time for games,” I say as I cross the threshold of his room.
“It’s called exercise, you should try it.”
I bristle, he did not just say I need towork out. “Excuse me?”
He starts emptying his pockets on the desk, glancing up at me through the mirror. “I’m just saying, freckles. You’re very tense. I think you could do with some endorphins. ”
“I amnottense.”
He steps towards me. I hold my ground with a glare.
“It’s not good to hold onto all that tension,”he says, his tongue wetting his lips. “Maybe you need a release.” I curse myself as my heart pounds and my belly swoons. His head tilts forward and I raise my chin defiantly, refusing to look away from his eyes, even as I swear his drop to my lips.
He pulls away from me and I inhale a shaky breath.
“I’m not kidding about the ten minute warning,” I say, regaining my composure but not looking up from the carpet as my feet tail him across the room. “The car is already waiting.”
“Are you coming in with me?” He asks. I look up sharply and my heart stops. Mortifyingly, in my tirade I have followed him into the bathroom. Smirking, he holds my eye as he whips his t-shirt off.
Refusing to look at the muscles I already know he was hiding under his shirt, I glare at him.
“I mean offer’s there,” he says with a glint in his eye, his hands playing with the waistband of his shorts. My gaze drops to follow the motion and my mouth goes dry at the sight.
Swallowing, I say, “What offer?”
“For thatrelease,” he says with a smirk.
“Pig.” I spit as I throw a rolled up towel from the bathroom counter at him. He dodges with a laugh as I spin on my heel and slam the door behind me.
My hand comes to my forehead with a less than gentle slap.Why did I do that?Now he probably thinks I’m a lunatic, desperate to catch a glimpse of his naked body. Although, he didn’t exactly seem annoyed at the intrusion. If anything what just happened could be construed as…flirting?
Pretending to be engrossed in my phone, I wait the torturous five minutes for Danny to finish. I can hear the water running and will my mind to not picture his wet, naked body standing under the spray.
I need to get a handle on my hormones. I’m supposed to doing my job, not ogling my boss. Even if he does look really good shirtless. Even if it has been a while since I’ve had any kind ofrelease.
By the time he emerges, fully dressed, my heart rate has yet to return to normal. Without looking at him I snap, “Lets go,” and swing the hotel door open.
The car ride is silent. Logically, I know the tension filling the car and making my thighs press together is just in my head, remnants of Danny’s mini strip show. If I don’t look at him I don’t have to worry that my dirty thoughts will be voiced. It takes all my willpower to keep my eyes from lingering on his slightly damp hair, or his soft lips or the tight t-shirt that clinging to the abs that I definitely didnotcount.
