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“I have ground rules,” she says.
“Lay them down on me.”
“God, why are you so cute?”
“Genetics,” I say, finally accepting my fate as being cute in Hailey’s eyes.
“No hanky-panky. You’re not going to get any more of that tonight. Okay?”
“Understood. No hanky-panky. What about hokey-pokey?”
The line of her sweet mouth flattens. “Really.”
I tamp down the urge to grab her and kiss her again. To tell her that ever since laying eyes on her, I knew.
I knew I wouldn’t be searching for anyone else.
I don’t do any of that except grin and shrug. “I enjoy your slang.”
* * *
A short drive later, we’re at my suite and preparing for bed.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The question comes from Hailey, who pokes her head around the bathroom door. Drops of water trickle down her neck, disappearing in her cleavage, protected by a hotel bath towel. The towel strains precariously against the swells of her breasts, and my cock stirs to life for the eighteenth time today.
“Staring at a drowning West Virginian. Do you need assistance with the towel?” I ask, raising one eyebrow.
She scoffs and tugs the top of her towel up higher. “Ugh. No! I mean, where did you put my clothes?”
“I set out fresh pajamas and a robe for you,” I reply, unable to keep my gaze from roaming down her body wrapped in the lush white bath sheet, her hair clinging to her every damp plane and slope. I salivate, fighting the urge to hover over her, to back her against the doorframe, and kiss away every drop of water that dares to creep into her hidden depths.
“I saw that, but someone stole my clothes.”
“They are not stolen,” I say. “Housekeeping removed them to the laundry.”
“But I don’t have any underwear,” Hailey protests.
I swallow. “You will when the laundry finishes.”
“But what do I wear to bed?”
“The gift shop did not have any underwear, unfortunately. Only pajamas. Good news, the robe is very nice and free for you to use.”
“Torben, I can’t go to bed without underwear on.”
I don’t know where my manners went, but I’m enjoying this flirting too much. “I can’t decide if that’s a shame or an enticing challenge for your bed partners.”
She scoffs. “Bed partners. Okay, your majesty. Try not to touch any more of my things. But thank you for doing the laundry.”
“Thank the maid.”
She glares at me for a second before closing the door and retreating to her space, and my chest is hollow once again.
While I watch the news, all I can focus on is the idea of Hailey toweling off her warm, wet breasts and combing through her long, tangled locks. Not to mention her slipping into bed with no knickers on.
I lie in bed and flip through the channels, but it does nothing to eradicate my stiff cock.
