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“I can’t.” I swallowed hard, my resolve crumbling for no good reason other than his nearness.
I waffled between keeping the information to myself and giving him what he wanted. His thumb was under my chin, gently lifting my face so I could focus on those blue eyes that I suddenly didn’t find myself despising.
“Who did I upset, Sky?” He asked the question so softly that I couldn’t help but respond.
The name slipped out from under my tongue.
“Stacy.”
“Who the hell is Stacy?” His eyes pulled together as he shook his head and took a step away from my body, leaving me cold and empty.
I almost believed that he didn’t know who I was talking about. But that proved my point as to the kind of guy he was.
“Oh my God. See? This is why I have to hate you. Good night, River.”
HIT THE DAMN GYM
RIVER
“This is whyI have to hate you. Good night, River.”
I was a fucked-up bag of mixed emotions as I paced inside my hotel room, knowing that Sky was just a wall away. That damn door between us taunted me with every step I took. I could break it down if I wanted to. Rip it off the fucking hinges and kick at it until there was nothing but splintered wood and sawdust.
Dropping to the bed, I put my head between my knees and tried to focus on calming down. But there were too many things happening at once in my head.
Who the hell is Stacy? And what did she say to Sky that made her hate me without even knowing me?
I still couldn’t place the woman. I knew that made me sound like an asshole, but it was the truth.Stacy who?It was driving me crazy.
And then there was Chad. I was still pissed at all the things he’d said to Sky tonight. He had been out of line, unprofessional, and lucky I didn’t break his jaw just to get him to shut up. The worst part was that through all of the sexual propositions he’d made, it had forced me to realize something I hadn’t expected.
If anyone was going to be fucking Sky, it was going to be me.
The idea of her and him together made me feel things I wasn’t used to and didn’t necessarily like. I was not the jealous type.At all.But imagining another man’s hands touching her skin was enough to make me seethe with it. I was used to being on the winning side of things, and with Sky, I was constantly losing.
I didn’t want to lose when it came to her anymore.
Realizing that I wanted her opened up a whole other set of complications. I’d sworn off coworkers. Decided to stop hooking up with them for the betterment of my career, but there was something about the fiery redhead in the room next door that made me want to throw all my self-control out the window and fuck her until we were nothing but a tangled mess of sweaty and exhausted limbs.
Sky wanted it too. I had seen it in her eyes. Her hatred for me had been replaced with something else entirely. I had seen the way she stared at my mouth, wondering what I was going to do with it. She’d wanted me to kiss her just as badly as I’d wanted to do it. And she wouldn’t have stopped me once I started either. Which was a good thing because I was certain that once I got a taste of that woman, I’d never want to quit.
My dick started throbbing, and it only made me more frustrated. There was no way I’d be able to sleep anytime soon even if I went and jacked off to mental images of Sky in the shower. I was too worked up. Too deep in my own head.
Grabbing my duffel bag, I searched through it and quickly changed into my gym clothes and Adidas.
This was nothing a good workout couldn’t fix.
Punishing myself with cardio and heavy weights didn’t quite help the way I’d thought it would. I should have known better. I’d never been able to outrun my mind… but it’d never stopped me from trying.
All my thoughts did were grow stronger and more intense with each set. My dick even got hard.AT THE GYM!I couldn’t get Sky’s face out of my head. The look in her eyes, her full ruby-red lips. I wanted all of it. Thoughts of her were consuming me like a drug. The more I tried to push her away, the more forceful she became.
Fuck it, I said out loud as I dropped the dumbbells to the floor with a thud.
There was only one way to deal with this.
I took the elevator upstairs and knocked on her door. My body was covered in sweat, but I didn’t care how I looked or smelled. Her door flew open, her body wrapped in only a towel. When she realized that it was me standing there, she reached across her breasts, holding the flimsy white fabric in place.
“I have to do this,” I said as I reached for her.
