I shake my head.
She folds her hands under her chin. “Pleeease.”
My eyes fall to her mouth.
Every instinct I possess says this is a terrible idea.
The last thing my ass needs is to be alone with her, in her cabin. Out on the deck is one thing, but this feels like crossing a dangerous line.
But her big blue eyes look so hopeful.
“Fine.”
Her face breaks into a victorious grin. “Great! You go get comfortable. And I’ll go heat up the queso.”
“Comfortable?”
“Yeah. Get into your sleep clothes.”
“I sleep naked, Doc.”
Her mouth falls open. “I thought you slept in sweatpants?”
I shake my head.
Her cheeks instantly bloom the prettiest shade of pink.
“Um, well, naked is probably too comfortable,” she mutters.
“Probably.”
She turns and climbs the steps quickly, and I watch as she bends and retrieves her key from under the doormat. The slit in the fabric of her dress riding up high on her thigh.
The woman should come with warning labels.
She stands, reaches for her door, and glances back. “Meet me in fifteen minutes?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
I watch her walk inside before climbing my steps.
The moment my door closes behind me, I lean against it.
What the hell am I doing?
I strip off my jeans and boots, pull on a pair of sweatpants and a faded T-shirt.
The entire time, I keep berating myself.
Cheese dip.
A fucking documentary.
Royce would laugh himself unconscious if he knew what I was doing.
Next thing I know, we’ll be drinking wine spritzers and painting each other’s nails.
God help me.
