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I sucked in a breath.
When my greedy stare met his, I noticed the smuggest grin plastered on his gorgeous, handsome face, and thankfully, it instantly washed away all the desire I felt for him.
Instead, I asked, “Where’s your towel?”
He smiled. “Probably in the cabinet behind you.”
“Don’t play that game with me.” I pointed at him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
He mocked, “I don’t know what you’re implying. I showered, and I couldn’t find a towel.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Says the woman who hasn’t stopped staring at my dick.”
His remark was all I needed to abruptly turn around and grab the towel for him. He was right; they were in the cabinet behind me.
Why on earth would a hotel put a towel this far away from the bathroom?
Without turning around, I threw the towel at him, and he caught it.
I heard him shuffling around in his suitcase. The bellhop must have brought it in while I was on the balcony talking to Ava.
“My cock is away now.”
I spun to face him. “Stop playing coy, Mr. Sinclair. You’re no good at it. What do you want?”
He didn’t hesitate. “To tuck you in my bed every night.”
“I’m not sleeping in that bed with you.” I turned to leave, but I wasn’t fast enough.
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me back to him. Using my own momentum against me, my chest collided with his.
All I could order was, “Let go of me.”
He leaned in close to my mouth. “Never again. I let you go once.”
“I can’t do this with you for the next month.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He released my hand, and I grabbed my bag and walked into the bathroom. The only thing on the agenda today was tonight’s podcast, which wasn’t for a couple of hours. After I showered, I put on a tank top and a pair of cotton shorts, leaving my hair wet.
Forgoing any makeup, I looked in the mirror, noticing how pronounced my freckles appeared without any concealer. I inhaled a deep breath and made my way out to the living room.
“I said it needed to be done this afternoon. Why aren’t we ready?” I overheard him say on the phone as I walked past him to sit on the opposite couch with my laptop and iPad in my hands.
“I’m not settling for anything less than ten million. If they can’t make that happen, then?—”
Right when he saw me, I felt his eyes follow my body to the chair parallel to the couch he was sitting on.
“I’m going to have to call you back.”
“Mr. Sinclair?—”
He hung up, taking one look at me before he questioned, “What are you wearing?”
I could see it in his eyes that he was captivated by me. It was evident in his sudden shift in demeanor.
