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“Look, it’s late, and my weight training session starts bright and early. I really have to go.”
And with that, I walk out of Marie’s office and don’t look back. I know the sullen expressions hanging on the faces left behind me.
* * *
I barely get my coat off before there’s a knock on my door. I look through the peephole. It’s Ronan. I quickly open the door but flash a puzzled look on my face.
Ronan hands a duffle bag over. “In your rush, you forgot all your Disastra gear. It was still in my car from the last gig.”
I swear his eyes are drinking me in, sizing me up and not in a wrestling way. I swallow hard and look away. What if I’m wrong and that’s just how he looks sometimes? “Man, I’d lose my head if it weren’t screwed on. Come in.”
I step aside, making room for his massive frame to get through the door.
“My phone died. I would have texted. I know this is so rude. But I figured you’d freak tomorrow morning when you figured out your suit was still out there. And I thought you might still be up, so took a chance coming over. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, gosh, you saved my butt. The last thing I need is for that suit to get lost and do the talking for me around town.”
I close the door and show Ronan into the living room. We take a seat on the sofa. The moon is full tonight, and its beams are streaming right in. No need for lights. We sit in a bright blue haze.
No matter the lighting or the time of day, Ronan is a walking, talking barrel of hunky orc. There’s no two ways around it. Even when he reclines, his muscles pop. And his profile… It’s even sexier than a frontal look. High cheekbones and full, luscious lips. He’s hot looking, and I’m getting hot under the collar.
Calm the heck down, Chey. Geez. Get a hold of yourself. He only came over to do you a favor.
Personally, I don’t care what his reason is for sitting on my sofa. I’ll accept them all.
It’s the weirdest thing. Beyond the physical attraction, I enjoy being around this orc. If anyone had asked me a year ago about my preference for orcs, I would have said I file them under ‘T’ for Take Them or Leave Them. Now, I’m definitely in the Take and Keep camp. At least with this one.
I know it’s late. I know I should already be asleep in my bed. But to sit and talk with Ronan on my own is too appealing. I’d rather be yawning up a storm at training tomorrow than to miss a chance to be by his side.
Our shoulders touch. Not because I plan it that way, but because the big bruiser puppy takes up half of my couch. But I decide I don’t mind.
It’s like Camie said. If there’s a move, don’t shy away. Move in. And that’s what I do. I lean in, and I allow my side to fold into his as we both look out at the harvest moon gracing my windowpane.
One orc and me. Safe and secure, and maybe with love and attraction growing into far more than there is between mere manager and wrestler.
I wonder how he looks when he sleeps. Mouth open or closed? A part of me thinks he snores. The other part of me already thinks who cares? I’m sure he’s cute doing it.
CHAPTER 16
Ronan
Cheyanne's body is incredible. I mean, I’ve noticed it for a while if I’m being honest. Really, since the first time I met her.
But tonight, I’m starting to worry that I made a mistake coming here. Tonight is the night I either stick the landing or everything blows up in my face.
"Ronan?"
Her voice captures my attention better than anything else, and my gaze snaps to hers.
"Do you want to stay?"
Well, fuck. Yes, I do. I can’t deny it anymore.
Instead of answering, I pull her into my arms and kiss her. Her response is immediate and eager. There's no hesitation. She wants this as much as I do. I fucking love that, and something in my spirit relaxes to realize she’s feeling this, too.
Her moan against my mouth has my cock springing to life. We kiss for several minutes, getting more and more frantic. Then I pull back just long enough to run a hand gently over her shirt and across her clothed breasts, eliciting another gorgeous groan of pleasure.
"These clothes need to come off," I growl.
