His fingers dig into my ass as his other hand reaches up and squeezes my chest. I moan at the feeling of his beard scuffle scraping against my face.
Wait what?
No.
Todd was clean shaven at the party. Who the fuck is this?
I push the man back as hard as I can, but I still can’t accept that I kissed a perfect stranger, so I ask anyway. “Todd?” My voice comes out breathless.
The man leans forward, and I can feel his smirk up against my jaw. “Sure. Call me whatever you want.” He whispers seductively as he bites down on my neck.
No. No fucking way. This is my worst nightmare come to life. I’d know that voice anywhere.
Sawyer.
I push him back again, but I can’t contain my anger. “What the fuck are you doing in Todd’s room?”
He chuckles and leans back against the headboard. “I think the real question is what are you doing in my room?”
My eyes begin to adjust to the dark room, and I’m starting to see the outline of his face. Shit. Maybe he doesn’t even know it’s me. If I can get out of here fast enough, we can pretend this never happened.
I stumble off the bed and frantically reach around for my robe. My hands feel fabric, and it isn’t until I’m putting it on that I realize this is a man’s dress shirt and not my robe. Whatever. It will have to do. I have to get out of here.
I head toward the door as I try to button a couple of buttons on the shirt. I walk as fast as possible over to the elevator, but I hear Sawyer’s voice behind me as I step into the elevator. “You forgot this.”
I press my floor and then try to press the close door button over and over again, but it doesn’t seem to want to listen and in walks Sawyer with the smuggest grin on his face. Fuck! I want to slap that smile right off his face.
He dangles the robe from his finger as his eyes scan down my body in nothing but his dress shirt and panties. I swallow hard, and it distracts me too long, so the elevator doors close shut on us.
I scowl at him and reach out and rip the robe from his hands. “Tradesies?” He asks like I’m going to take off his shirt and put my robe back on right in front of him.
“Not another word.” I grit through clenched teeth. I try to use the robe to cover my legs somewhat, but I am failing miserably.
His smile never leaves his face. “I just came to get my shirt back.” He nods towards my makeshift outfit, and that’s when I notice he’s standing in the middle of the elevator in nothing but his underwear.
My eyes involuntarily move down every chiseled inch of exposed skin until they reach a not at all hidden erection. I avert my eyes as quickly as possible, but I definitely took in the sight in front of me. “Jesus Christ! Where the fuck are your clothes?”
I turn around to pretend to have the decency to not gawk at the man. He reads that completely wrong and takes a step forward until he is right behind me. “You didn’t seem to mind when your hands were all over me.” He whispers into my ear.
I whip back around and narrow my eyes at him. “Turn around. You can have your damn shirt back.”
He bites down on his lip and smirks at me, but he does turn around. I unbutton a few buttons, and he peeks his head over his shoulder. “Eyes on the wall, Sawyer!” I shout.
He laughs as he turns away, and I quickly slip out of his shirt and into my bathrobe, which is not much better at covering me up. I clear my throat, and he turns back around to look at me. I stretch my arm out and hand him his shirt.
I’ve been so distracted that I didn’t notice that the elevator doors haven’t opened yet. I glance at the elevator doors and then back at Sawyer. “Why isn’t this thing moving?”
Right as the words are out of my mouth, suddenly the lights flicker off. I close my eyes shut, praying this is not happening right now. When I open them though, the elevator still hasn’t moved. I press the open door button over and over, but nothing happens. “Oh for fuck’s sake! Can this night get any worse?” I mumble angrily.
Sawyer somehow still sounds chipper behind me. “I can think of a few ways to make it better.” He flirts.
A backup emergency light turns on. I bang my head against the elevator wall lighty and then rest it there. Sawyer gets comfortable on the floor behind me. “It could be worse.” He says. “You could be in Todd’s bed right now.”
I whip around and glare at him. “Can’t you be useful and call for help or something?”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Where exactly do you think I am keeping my phone?” Then his smirk grows.
I let out a frustrated breath. “For Christ’s sake, put your shirt back on.” I say even though my eyes continue to check him out.