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I did everything in my power to stay out of his way, but when Mr. Lee came up to me and told me that Aiden requested me to take him some towels, I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
“I feel like you’re lying to me again,” I told him.
“No, really. I need you to take him some towels.”
“Can’t Henry do it? I know he loves working with Aiden,” I urged.
“He’s busy with another task I gave him. Besides, Aiden requested you.” Mr. Lee handed me a stack of towels. “So if you could deliver these, I’d be happy.”
Freaking A, Mr. Lee.
Can’t you tell I’m in the middle of a quarter-life crisis when it comes to seeing Hollywood’s dreamboat?
I smiled and took the towels from my boss. With a stomach packed full of annoyance and nerves, I headed to Aiden’s room. Before I could knock, I noticed the fangirls who’d been staying at the inn for a little too long hanging out near his room with their ears pressed to the wood door.
How were they even affording to stay for so long? I’d be broke.
“Marna, Violet, what are you doing?” I asked.
They looked over, giggling when they saw me. “We think Aiden’s having sex.”
The knot in my stomach tightened as those words left their mouths.
“He’s groaning and moaning.” Marna giggled, covering her mouth.
Was Aiden in there hooking up with another woman? After hooking up with me? I felt like vomiting. Yet I tried my best to keep my composure as I stood straight. “Ladies, if you continue disturbing our other guests, we will have you removed from the inn.”
“What? No! It’s fine. We were just leaving,” Violet explained. “It’s just funny, is all. The girl must have your name, too. He keeps saying, ‘Hailee, Hailee, ohhh Hailee.’” She laughed like her friend had been chuckling nonstop. The two girls walked off in a fit of laughter as I stood there feeling ill.
Was he really screwing someone with my name?
Was it some weird Hailee kink?
Psh. Whatever. I bet she spelled her name like Haley. Or Halee. Or Hailey. Or—
Why did I care how a woman spelled her name? That had nothing to do with anything. But realistically, if she was spelling her name like Halee, that meant she was trouble, because why?! Anyway. It was none of my business. None of what Aiden Walters did was my business.
Still, I somehow found myself walking over to his door and placing my ear against it to listen in. Oh my gosh, I deserved to be fired for this. I was losing my mind. Still, I listened in, and I heard… nothing. There was no sound. No moaning and groaning. Especially no other woman’s voice coming through.
“Hey, Hailee, what are you doing?” Henry asked, interrupting my snooping.
“What? Nothing!” I gasped, dropping the towels. I scrambled to pick them up, and Henry walked over to help me.
“Let me give you a hand,” he offered.
“Shhh!” I shushed him, hoping not to draw attention to Aiden inside that room. Luck wasn’t on my side, though, as the door opened, and I found a shirtless Aiden standing in front of me wearing gray sweatpants. As I kneeled, my eyes made perfect contact with his crotch, and for some unknown reason, I kept my gaze aimed right there. Eyes on the prize. I hated how my body became a traitor at that very moment because the thought of the night before on the stairs came flooding back to me as I stared at Aiden’s crotch. Thoughts of him lifting me in his arms and going to pound town. I’d never had a man lift me before, and for some reason, that was an odd turn-on for me.
My legs trembled with pleasure from the memories hitting my mind, and my stomach filled with a pool of heat.
“Oh great, you brought the towels,” Aiden said, smiling down at me. I looked up at him and gave him the meanest look I could muster. My brows tucked in, my grimace was grimacing to the tenth degree, and I growled at him as I stood—trying to shake off the longing my thighs were feeling for his touch.
“I’ve got it from here, Henry. You can head out,” I told him.
He did as I said and scurried away.
I placed the towels in Aiden’s hands. “You know, before you were telling me not to show up at your door.”
“Funny how one night can change everything. I thought it would be a good way to get us to talk, seeing as how you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”
