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My smile widens. “A condom is a garment, now?”
She looks over her shoulder, but no one is close enough to overhear. “Technically speaking, yes. Did you bring one this weekend?”
My entire body tightens. “Yes.”
“Good,” she murmurs, blue eyes glittering.
I motion to the waiter. Across the table from me, Sophia laughs. The sound is breathless. “What are you doing?”
“Wrapping this up,” I say. “You can keep asking intrusive questions up in the room.”
18
SOPHIA
The door to our hotel room closes behind us, falling shut with a sound of finality. Isaac turns on the lights. They’re set for the evening and cast a dimmed shine over the tastefully decorated room. Minimalist and comfortable.
I step out of my heels and watch as he opens the door to the minibar. “We haven’t tried the spa area yet,” I say. My throat feels dry.
He closes the door again. “Is that what you want to do?”
“No, not really.”
His mouth curves. “Me neither.”
“We’ll have time for that tomorrow.”
“Plenty of it,” he agrees.
“Are you making a drink?”
“Looking at the options,” he says. “But I’m not sure if more alcohol is the best route for us now.”
“Well, it’s been known to… ease the way.”
“Do you think we need it?” he says. “The last thing I want to be tonight is too buzzed to savor you properly.”
My stomach tightens. “Oh.”
His mouth tips up again intothatsmile, the one so unlike the professional ones I’ve seen him exploit in meetings, at conferences. It makes it hard to breathe.
“Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head and sit down on the edge of the bed, bracing my hands against the soft coverlet. It takes me a few breaths to speak. “Isaac,” I say.
“Yes?” He’s watching me, like he’s been from the very beginning. Sometimes casually, sometimes intensely, across his hotel lobby and conference rooms and suites. And now I finally understand what the gaze meant, and the weight of it is delicious.
“Do you feel like having a shower?” I say.
“You know what, I wouldn’t mind one, if you’re in it.”
“Me neither.” I get up from the bed, nerves and adrenaline pounding through me. The world feels slightly off-balance. “It’s best to be thorough, you know, in evaluating the hotel.”
He reaches out, curving a hand around my waist. “Sophia,” he murmurs.
I rest my hands on the lapels of his suit jacket. The solidity of him is reassuring, anchoring, bringing me back to Earth. “Yes?”
“Are you okay?” he says. “We don’t have to do this.”
