“With you in those boxer briefs, how could I resist?” I wink at him, to hide what I’m really thinking, and climb under the covers.
I turn off my bedside light. He does the same with his, and a few seconds later, climbs under the covers on the other side of the Great Wall of Pillows.
Don’t think about how he’s naked. Don’t think about how he’s naked.…
Unfortunately, repeating that a million times in my head is about as useful as counting sheep. Thirty minutes later, I’m still staring at the ceiling, watching the pale strip of light from between the curtains sit motionless up there.
The air-conditioning hums from the vent in the wall near the ceiling and prevents me from figuring out if Jayden is asleep yet. I can’t hear the slow, even sounds of his breath over the noise.
But this is Jayden, a former Navy SEAL. He’s trained himself to sleep anywhere, anytime. I bet he’s sound asleep, unfazed by our sleeping arrangement.
Lucky him.
15
Jayden
Don’t thinkabout the sexy woman sleeping next to you, and don’t think about her long, toned legs, barely covered by her satin shorts.
Also, don’t think about her perfect breasts, with her taut nipples pressed against her top, the narrow straps, and low neckline that taunted you with a view of her sweet cleavage.
And definitely don’t think about what it would taste like to suck one of those tight buds in your mouth.
I flip over in bed for what has to be the fiftieth time in the past two hours, and inwardly bemoan that I can’t ride away on my motorcycle from this restlessness.…
16
Jayden
The best thingabout what I do for a living is the variety. No two missions are alike.
With one exception.
They always result in a shitload of paperwork.
And I’m certain this one will be no exception.
Isabelle and I enter the room where the sex classes are held. Sex education in school was nothing like this. I might have paid more attention if it had been.
The same individuals from yesterday are already here—with two new additions.
A couple in their early forties is talking to Gabrielle: Democratic House candidate for Washington State, Caroline Bateman, and her husband, Davis.
Isabelle and I did a Google search on her last night after Connor told us that Caroline and her husband had checked into the resort. She’s the last person you’d expect here, given that she’s a political candidate.
Or maybe that’s why they’re talking to Gabrielle. They’re telling her that they won’t be attending the sessions on how to spice up your sex life and marriage.
Demek is watching the pair with great interest, but he’s too far away from them to hear what they’re saying.
Gabrielle gestures to the vacant gym mat on the floor, and they sit.
“I hope everyone had an enjoyable time last night.” Her tone holds a wink-wink-nudge-nudge attitude. Isabelle and I clearly weren’t the only ones who had a visit from room service.
But if everyone’s expressions are any indication, the others didn’t have“Take a cold shower”on the top of their to-do list after their unexpected visit.
Nor did they spend a good portion of their night trying to fall asleep because the sexy woman next to them was off-limits.
And while I don’t doubt most of the men woke up with morning wood, they didn’t have to use their hand to relieve it.
