Page 80 of Pretend To Be Mine

She moved back to her seat. “So, what’s on the agenda for the day?”

“The London show starts at eight,” I said. “Sebastian’s hosting, so I’ll be helping behind the scenes but not running point like New York. We should actually be able to enjoy ourselves.”

“That sounds nice.” Elizabeth tilted her head to look at me. “What’s Sebastian’s theme again?”

“Decadence. Which knowing Sebastian means it’s going to be over the top, possibly scandalous, and absolutely entertaining.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Speaking of being able to enjoy ourselves…”

She licked her lips. “Yes?”

“We have a few hours before we need to be at the venue.”

“We do.”

“And we’re in this beautiful hotel room.”

“We are.”

“And I’ve been thinking about last night.”

“Technically, I think it would be the night before,” she said.

“Same thing.”

“Can I take a quick shower?” she murmured. “I know I haven’t done anything except sit, but I feel like my morning isn’t quite right if I don’t shower.”

“Sure, we can shower.”

She caught the we and hopped up. “Last one in is a rotten egg!”

She streaked across the suite and into the bathroom.

I followed at a more leisurely pace, stripping off my shirt as I walked. By the time I reached the bathroom, Elizabeth was already in the shower, her silhouette visible through the glass. The sight made me pause, appreciating the curves of her body, the way water cascaded down her skin.

“You’re staring,” she called out, somehow sensing my presence despite the glass between us.

“Can’t help it.” I shed the rest of my clothes and opened the shower door. “You’re beautiful.”

She turned to face me, water streaming down her face, her hair plastered to her head. She looked like every fantasy I ever had come to life.

“Get in here before you let all the hot steam out,” she said, reaching for me.

I stepped in, immediately pulling her against me. The shower was one of those luxury rain showers with multiple heads. It had plenty of space but I didn’t want any distance between us.

“You know,” I murmured against her ear. “I’ve taken a lot of showers in a lot of hotels.”

“Is that so?” Her hands slid up my chest.

“None of them were this interesting.”

“We’re literally just standing here.”

“Give me a minute.” I reached for the shower gel and poured some into my hands. “Let me wash your back.”

“That’s very gentlemanly of you.”