And here I am—next to the top contender for the sexiest man alive award. And to make matters worse, he’s a killer. The sexiest man alive is akillerwearing black briefs with photoshopped-caliber abs. I’m attracted to killers.
I narrow my eyes on Park as I pull on the hem of my shirt. “Frosty the Snowman pajamas, really? Was there nothing else?”
“Are you seriously critiquing my choice of pajamas for you?”
“Yes. I’m offended that you saw Frosty the Snowman and thought, ‘That looks like something Lacee would wear. Let’s put her in the pajamas that make her look like a six-year-old.’”
“First of all, I thought you were going to be upset about the fact that Idressedyou in those pajamas. That’s what I’ve been bracing myself for.”
My brows jerk together, and I shift my weight.
Dang it.
He dressed me—saw me in my underwear and bra while unconscious. His gaze could’ve lingered as long as he wanted.That’swhat I should’ve led with, but for some reason, I went the frumpy pajama route. I’m blaming the misstep on my massive headache from being drugged.
That’s a sentence I never thought I would think.
“Pervert!” I leap off the bed, landing on Park’s back. I wrap my arms and legs around his body like a koala hanging on a tree branch. “You better not have enjoyed one second of changing me!” I tighten my grip around Park’s neck as if I mean to choke him, but somehow he manages to get a hand under mine, taking the threat away.
“It was literally the most stressful ten minutes of my entire life.” His free hand pulls at my legs, trying to break them apart, but I’ve got them locked tight in a death grip.
“Ten minutes!” I forget about trying to choke him and pound on his back with my fist. “You drugged me, took my clothes off, and slept with me!”
It’s like somebody pushed pause on the action in the room. We both freeze as we process what I just said.
“Notslept.”I straighten against his back, lowering my voice to normal. “You know what I meant.”
“I know what you meant. I was there.” Park twists us around, falling backward on the bed so his body is on top of mine. We wrestle back and forth for a few seconds until he unlocks my arms and legs from around his body and shoots up to a standing position.
“Would you calm down?” His hands are out in front of him, palms up. “It’s not like I gave you a date rape drug. Besides, nothing happened. I pulled off your pants,” —my eyes narrow, and I start kicking him with my legs— “to put your pajamas on!” He quickly finishes. “I pulled off your pants to put your pajamas on. That’s it. I swear I didn’t see anything. And nothing but sleeping happened in the bed.”
I lift my back, resting on my elbows, and shake my wild hair away from my face.
Taking cues from me, Park relaxes a little. “Have you ever tried dressing someone when you’re not looking at them? It’s hard. So I think ten minutes is an impressive Guinness World Record.”
“Fine.” I lift my chin. “But next time, let’s try to cut it down to three minutes.”
Park’s dark brows pull together.
Next time, let’s try to cut it down to three minutes?
Why would I say something that stupid? There shouldn’t be a next time.
He steps forward, leaning down, so his hands are on either side of me on the mattress. His solid chest hovers above me, and suddenly I feel like I can’t breathe. Even though there are four inches of air between us, the nearness of Park’s body crushes my lungs. His messy hair and dark stubble give him a rugged look that can’t be ignored. And when I say it can’t be ignored, I mean I don’t ever want to tear my eyes away from him.
“And for the record,” his voice is low and rumbly like thunder rolling across the sky, “I chose the Frosty the Snowman pajamas because I wastryingto make you look a little less attractive. I have a job to do. I have to keep us alive, and I don’t need any distractions. But somehow, my plan backfired.”
Backfired?
Does that mean Park thinks I lookgoodin Frosty flannels?
It doesn’t matter if he thinks I look good or not.
I glance at his face. His broad shoulders are also in my eye line. How could they not be? “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”
“I know. I’ll tell you what I can.”
His eyes sweep over me, and a flame of attraction warms my chest. I feel like my heart’s playing the hot and cold game, and I’m close to my target. My entire body screams,You’re getting hotter. Hotter. You’re on fire! Burning! Scorching!I can’t handle the heat, especially now. This situation changes everything between us. I need to turn around and cool this game and my heart down.
