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“Hey, doll?” I ask with a slow smirk as I approach the desk, leaning over it on my forearms.
“Yes? Did you decide you were bored?” she asks with what she thinks is a sultry smile. Poor girl just isn’t my type.
I have a very specific type, so much so that I don’t even know what it is.
“Not quite,” I say apologetically, as if I actually give a shit. I can be a decent actor when I want to be. “Did you see a blonde with blue eyes and a man with a goatee by chance? They’re part of our group, and they haven’t been by the room yet.”
“Oh,” she says, pouting a bit. It’s kind of funny, and I roll my lips inward to keep the inappropriate laughter back. “The guy asked for a blanket and pillow and then walked toward the elevators. That’s all I can tell you.”
Elevators…
“Is there rooftop access by chance?” I ask, my mind working to figure out where they could have gone. Layla joked about finding a bench, and this would be close enough to that. My fist clenches, thinking about how much I want to tan her ass right now.
The receptionist takes a small step away from me, and I realize I’m probably wearing a fearsome scowl right now. I’m incredibly frustrated by the things that I don’t know at the moment.
“There is,” she squeaks.
“Perfect. Night now,” I say, turning away from her. My mood is shifting very quickly, something that happens when I’m worried. This is why my circle is so damn small, and at least two of them can fend for themselves typically.
Stalking away, I hit the button to call the elevator. It takes a while, making me glance up. It looks like it’s at the top of this fucking building and coming down. If I find myself a bad littlechickie and her boyfriend up there right now, I’m likely to blow up on them both.
I’m scary under the best of circumstances, but I want to find them. Taking a deep breath as I finally walk into the elevator, I try to calm my racing pulse down.
I’ll just look at her and leave. I just need to see her, then I’ll be good. If she wants to freeze her nipples off, that’s on her.
My cock twitches as the thought of her perky tits, and I shake my head. At least I’m less murderous now. Blowing out a breath, I tell myself that I cannot be taking a shine to the very off limits chick. Nope.
The elevator opens at the rooftop before I can think too much about it. Striding out, the wind blows through, making me pull the hood over my head. Beginning to jog, I look around for the two of them.
While it’s the end of August, it does still get very cold at night in Vermont.
Fuck, there they are.
Layla is curled up against Tyler with the blanket almost over her shoulders, wearing a jacket. Tyler is snuggling against her, but his lips are twitching with the cold.
Frowning, I flick the bastard in the nose. I understand that sometimes you need to coddle your girlfriend, but this is just stupid.
“What? Shit,” Tyler says, shaking his head. His arms protectively squeeze around Layla, glancing down to check on her.
“Didn’t you notice how cold it is?” I hiss. While a part of me wants to yell at him, Layla does look really cozy cuddled in his arms.
“It didn’t feel this cold earlier,” he mutters, contemplating his next move. “There’s no way she’s going to sleep in that room. That’s not going to work.”
“Why?” I ask. “Do we smell? Are we that fucking scary for the poor, soft, baby chick?”
My voice is starting to rise, and Layla flinches in her sleep.
“No. It’s not my story to tell,” Tyler bites out. “Ask your asshole bandmates what they did and then use your brain. Listening to them was fucking traumatic. She would rather sleep up here than spend the night down with them. Connect the goddamn dots, man.”
Blinking, I shake my head, still confused. “It’s too cold for you two to sleep up here,” I try again. “I shouldn’t care about either of you, but she’s digging her way under my skin. I really do need my beauty sleep because Atlas and Mav have had me partying too hard.”
“What does that have to do with us?” Tyler asks, practically covering her head to keep the warmth in. He protects her, even though I have major issues with this decision. Another gust of wind blows over the top of the roof, making me shiver. Fucking Vermont.
“If you repeat this to anyone, I will deny it,” I growl. “I won’t be able to sleep unless I know you’re warm and in the room. Call me ridiculous, but I really did try to sleep.”
“Layla has a way of making people care.” He shrugs, kissing her forehead. There’s no jealousy in his face, no complaints. This guy can’t be for real.
“I keep thinking if something happens to her, Jordan is going to be really fucking pissed. I don’t enjoy disappointing that man if I can help it,” I mutter, blowing out a breath. “Just come down and take my bed, we’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.”
