I called Tori a little while later, while Kyle was in the shower.
"What were you thinking?" I hissed as I stalked around the too-sexy hotel room. "This suite is a sex trap!"
"Oh, lighten up," Tori said, and I could just picture her twirling her hair. "It's not a sex trap. It's just the honeymoon suite."
"This. Is no. Honeymoon," I said through gritted teeth.
"Aren't you having at least a little fun?" Tori asked. "The pictures from this morning looked a little intense though…"
"What pictures?"
"The ones on XYZ. Didn't you see them?"
"Hold on." I ran for my tablet and fired it up, clicking quickly to the gossip website. We were on the front page. It was a shot from earlier this morning, with Kyle's hands on my hips. He was leaning over me, and his intense expression gave me the shivers all over again. "Huh."
"Huh?" Tori sounded confused. "You didn't know the photographer was there?"
"No." I tried to remember the people around us on the street. Things had been so intense between us at that moment, and I'd been so beat from our run, I hadn't even noticed anyone else.
"You didn't think there were any photographers around and you were looking at each other like that? You're so totally sleeping together!" Tori sounded triumphant.
"I'm not sleeping with him!" I fumed.
"It didn't just… slip in there? Even once?" She sounded crushed. "You can tell, me! I won't breathe a word!"
"No." My teeth were clamped together so hard, I was worried I would get lockjaw. "It didn't just slip in. I gotta go."
I clicked off my phone and stomped to the bathroom, still clutching my tablet. I knocked on the bathroom door while Kyle was in the shower.
"Come on in," he called.
He peered at me through the shower door, and I tried not to look at his full frontal. But I might have peeked a little…
The news was good. Very, very good. Or very, very bad, depending on how I looked at it.
I kept looking at it.
"I knew you'd come around," Kyle said seductively.
"I have not come around. I haven't come anywhere." I mentally slapped myself for using the word come.
Kyle laughed as I got redder, clutching the tablet until it almost shattered.
Oh yeah—the tablet.
"There is a reason for my visit," I said, keeping my eyes off of him and trying to sound dignified. I hit the screen, and the picture of us came up. The headline read: Trouble in Paradise?
"Someone followed us here." I held up the screen toward him, in front of my face. For better or for worse, part of him was dangling below the screen, so I could still get a pretty good look…
"Lowell?" He paused for a second. "Lowell, stop looking at my dick."
I moved the screen down so I couldn't see it anymore. "I wasn't," I lied. "And it's not like it's so big I can see it from here, anyway."
"Oh, but it is." There was a smirk in his voice.
I continued to hold the screen in front of my face and talk through it, ignoring his taunt and trying not to investigate his naked body further. "My point is that someone from XYZ followed us here. We need to be more careful. I don't want anyone tracing us back to your father."
I heard him turn off the water. A second later, his dripping hand pushed the tablet screen down from my face.