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“My clothes are still wet.”
“Figures since your dumb ass got in the shower.” Her eyes scan down my naked body. “I’m not fucking you. And if you touch me, I will stab you in the dick.”
That sounds painful. And like something she’d probably do. “I just want to stay with you.”
“That’s worse,” she snickers.
I move to the bed and sit on top of the covers. My back against the headboard, I cross my ankles as I watch her shuffle around the room, trying her damnedest to pretend I’m not here. But she’s failing, growing more and more frustrated until she stops at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed over her chest. “No. Not gonna work for me.”
She disappears into the bathroom before returning with my sopping-wet shirt in her hand, then she scoops up my jeans and boxers and heads out onto the balcony. Fuck. There go my clothes because she just threw them over the railing. When she steps back inside the room, she points behind her and to the hotel room door. “You have two choices. You’re leaving out of one of these doors. Pick one. Now. Or I will.”
My smile seems to piss her off more. “I have a feeling I already know your choice.” I stand and wave over my nude body. “Problem is. I don’t have any clothes or my key card to get back in my room.”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
“Okay.” I look around for a few seconds until I spot one of her towels. Wrapping it around me, I head for the door. Just as I open it, I turn to face her. She’s standing with her arms still folded over her chest, a look of disgust pinned on me. “I really am sorry, Morgan.”
Her expression is less harsh as she moves in front of me. Her palms press against my chest as she gets on her tippy-toes and whispers in my ear, “I’m not.” I feel her hand drop from my skin and into the waist of the towel. In a heartbeat, she snatches it off of me with one hand and shoves me out the door and into the hallway with the other. And before I can respond, the door closes in my face, leaving me buck-ass naked for anyone to see. Just fucking great.
I look side to side, cup my hands over my crotch, and attempt to hide as much as possible. There’s no one in the hallway. That might be a good thing and a bad thing. My only options are standing here naked and waiting on Neil or someone I know to appear or going down to the lobby and asking for a key card.
Raising my fist, I pound on the door. “Just give me the fucking towel, Morgan.”
Nothing. Yeah. She’s not going to help me out. So, I’ll wait for a few. We all have rooms on this floor. Hopefully someone will be along soon.
* * *
Fucking Morgan King.
I’m sure she’s sound asleep in bed. No worries, no remorse as I stand in the hallway for a good twenty minutes, though it’s felt like twenty hours. Finally, one of the guys on the team and a girl I don’t recognize step off the elevator and walk in my direction. She looks stunned. He looks confused before he starts grinning. “Not even gonna ask, Crawford.”
“Good. Can you go to the desk and get an extra key card for my room? Or let me use some clothes?” I raise my elbows slightly, keeping my hands over my dick.
He passes a key card to his girlfriend as she keeps walking down the corridor.
“What’s the room number?”
“It’s 304. Thanks, dude. I owe you one.”
He just shakes his head. “Nah. We’ve all been there. And I’m sure you’ll get even more hell than the rest with your choice of company.”
He has no fucking idea. But even with everything I know, I’d pick her all over given the chance. Though I might be more careful about removing my clothes and getting locked out in the hallway in the future. And about walking away from her. Because when I did it back then, it hurt her more than I could have ever imagined. And I already know, even if it was possible, she’ll never let me fix what I broke. Because it really is too late in her eyes.
15
MORGAN
I fucking hate mornings. And people. And there’re plenty moving around the hotel lobby as I make my way outside and walk down the sidewalk. When I reach the restaurant next door and spot the long table set up in the courtyard, I see almost every seat is taken. I’d considered ordering room service about fifty times, especially when Ava and Savannah kept asking when I’d be down. But I couldn’t stay in that room any longer without throwing something else over the balcony.
“Oh, it’s about time Her Highness arrived.” Ava says it with a smile, but I hear the petty undertone. I don’t respond to her, though, and instead order a cup of coffee and an omelet when the waiter approaches as I drop into the chair beside Ryder and opposite Neil.
“Where’s Cade?” Neil asks and looks behind me.
“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s your shadow.”
There’s a chuckle from beside me as Ryder says, “He’s probably still looking for his clothes.”
I turn to eye my brother who is way too entertained as he continues. “Just heard about him streaking in the corridor last night.” Then he motions to the side of me. “Speak of the devil.” Ryder leans over and whispers, “At least he found some clothes.”
