I pointed to the door. "You locked us in here."
"That was rash. I'm sorry. I'll be just outside. Hollerif you need anything. I'll hear you." He tugged at his ear and grinned. "Wolf, you know."
How could he go from being suave and confident to a complete mess in one second flat?
"You can stay, if you want."
He growled and shoved me up against the wall, sniffing my neck. He leaned up, his mouth less than an inch from mine.
"I meant if you wanted a nap." I pointed to the bed.
He turned my chin the other way, to the shower stall and its clear plastic curtain. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
"I don't know what Amber, uh, Dr. Monroe, said out there, but that's not who I am." He backed away. "Take your shower, Gunnar."
"Wait," I said as he reached for the door lock. "What's the Vegas Suite?"
"Back at the resort?" He chuckled. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. It's a codeword for our staff to make up elaborate stories, complete with pictures, to throw the media off our trail."
"Sounds exhausting."
He nodded. "It wouldn't have been enough. Ivan would have found us within hours. I'm not ready to give you up yet."
He left without a backward glance, closing and locking the door behind him. Somehow, that was more reassuring than if he'd left it unlocked. Neither of us wanted Amber to walk in on me.
The shower worked like any other, but I wondered where the water went after it filtered down the drain. For once, I didn't dwell on the environmental impacts.
Sebastian's scent permeated the small space even before I opened the sandalwood-scented shower gel. My dick stiffened at the thought of him shoving me up against the shower wall and having his way with me. I stifled a groan as I slicked my soapy hands over my cock and balls.
I washed everywhere, even dipping my thumb into the divot of my asshole and rubbing the gel into my skin. I desperately needed to jack off, but not here. As Sebastian hinted, he could hear me, which meant he could probably smell me, too.
With a frustrated groan, I turned the water to its coldest setting while I rinsed. My fingertips were blue and pruney when I finally shut the water off. A fluffy white towel waited for me on the bed beside a pair of sweatpants and a "Paskal Entertainment" t-shirt two sizes too big.
Someone knocked on the door while I was rolling up the pant legs. "Are you hungry?" Sebastian asked.
It had been over twelve hours since our last meal on the space station. My stomach answered for me, growling loud enough Amber probably heard it. "I could eat."
"We're heating up some burgers and fries in the microwave."
At the booth table, I sat opposite Amber, while Sebastian took the middle bench seat. When the microwave dinged, Amber brought the plate of deflated burgers and sizzling fries to our table. They weren't as disgusting as they looked, but I wouldn't make them a regular part of my diet if I could help it.
Still, the food hit the spot. I could barely keep myeyes open while Sebastian and the doctor talked. I rested my head on my crossed arms and let their voices carry me away.
"Mr. Grayson. Gunnar." Amber shook me awake. "Go to bed, honey."
"No seatbelts." The thought of hitting turbulence was too much for my sleep-deprived brain.
"I've got him."
Strong arms wrapped around me, picking me up and carrying me in the opposite direction of the bedroom. Sebastian returned me to the comfy leather recliner where I'd first sat and buckled me in. Then, he tipped the chair back and adjusted my headrest.
The chair was far more comfortable than the table had been. I was almost all the way out when his fingers brushed my cheek, and he planted his warm lips against my forehead. I must have been dreaming, because I could have sworn he said, "I've already ordered pizza from LA."
CHAPTER 9
SEBASTIAN
Two vehicles waitedfor us on the tarmac. The unmarked black van from Paskal Enterprises looked like it belonged here, at least. I waved to Sam, my driver. He would take Amber back to the lab to run her tests. He also brought two large shopping bags and a few smaller ones for Gunnar and me.
