Lady Luck (Colorado Mountain 3) - Page 27

“Hello, Lexie.”

I pressed my lips together then asked, “Something I can do for you?”

“Actually, yes.”

I waited even though I didn’t want to. I also wondered where the f**k my husband was. How long was he going to work out? He had a great body but hell, I’d been out here at least an hour and he was gone before I woke up.

“And that would be?” I prompted when he said nothing more.

“Would you mind, perhaps, coming with me so we can find someplace to talk in private or, maybe, meeting me somewhere later?”

I felt my back go straight because I didn’t expect this and also because I didn’t like it.

“Yes, I would mind,” I answered then I asked, “Does this have to do with Ty?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I have an offer to make to you.”

I didn’t like this either and felt my eyes narrow. “And this doesn’t have to do with Ty?”

“No. It has to do with you.”

Me? How could it have to do with me?

“Um… dude, I don’t know you,” I pointed out.

“I’d like to change that.”

Oh. That was how it had to do with me.

Shit!

“Uh… not sure you know this but I’m married and the guy I’m married to is Ty.”

“I do know this.”

What the f**k?

I didn’t ask that. Instead, I nodded my head. “So, you know that, now I’ll tell you that Ty and I are here for fun and we’re going home tomorrow. This isn’t our circle so our paths aren’t going to cross.”

“This…” he paused, “circle isn’t often mine either,” he replied. “My circles are varied and I’d like to speak to you about the possibility of introducing them to you.”

Shit, shit, f**king shit.

“I think I already answered that,” I reminded him.

“Lexie, I’m asking you for the opportunity to speak with you privately so I can fully explain what I’m offering.”

I stared at him.

Then I said, “No.”

“I’m not sure you –”

I shook my head and stated, “I said no. I’m married to a good man who makes me happy and I see you’re handsome and dress nice but when a woman marries a good man who makes her happy, she doesn’t f**k with that no matter what she might be offered.”

He studied me through his shades and he did this for awhile, so long, it made me uncomfortable and it made me wanted to grab my shit and go, leaving him there but, more importantly, finding Ty.

Before I could do this, he informed me, “I suspected this would be your answer.”

I blinked at him then asked, “If you did, why’d you ask?”

“Because when a man sees another man who has a good woman who will stick with him no matter what she’s offered, he wants that for himself. There are not many women who look like you who would make that choice.” He grinned. “So it was worth a try. Everything worth something is worth a try.”

“Well, you tried and I’ve decided I’ll take your effort as a compliment rather than finding it annoying but now I need to find my husband because I’m hungry and I want breakfast.”

He nodded. Then he lifted a hand in a vague gesture of a farewell wave.

Then he said, “I appreciate your time.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled and he again grinned.

Then he turned and sauntered away.

I watched him go thinking he gave the impression my response was all the same to him and then I clocked Bag of Bones watching Navarro move toward the doors to the hotel.

Shit again!

I toweled off, squeezed the water out of my hair, pulled my shirt and shorts over my wet suit, gathered my stuff and hightailed my ass to our room thinking the whole way there that I’d been right to give up on men while the giving up was good. Imagine walking up to a woman you didn’t know but did know was married and propositioning her.

Insane.

I slid in the keycard at our door, waited for the green light, slid it out and walked in. The minute I did I heard the shower going as well as the television blaring. Automatically, my eyes moved to the bathroom door and then I stopped dead.

The bathroom door was open, I had a view to the mirror and reflected in the mirror was Ty in the shower.

That was enough. All the beauty that was Ty, na**d in the shower was enough to make me stand there statue-still and stare in lost but avid fascination but that wasn’t all there was.

Because Ty wasn’t just taking a shower.

He had one powerful arm lifted, hand pressed to the tiled wall, his neck was bent, the water beating against his head, neck and back, his skin was glistening, his eyes were closed, his other fist was wrapped around his c**k and stroking.

And I had it then… indisputable proof that every inch of him was beautiful.

Every inch.

And there were a lot of them.

A lot.

I knew I should back out, go get myself a latte, leave him to his business and come back but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t move because what met my eyes was beautiful and it was so unbelievably sexy, I was instantly turned on more than I’d ever been in my life.

In… my… life.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only see and feel what was happening to my body watching him doing what he was doing. Then I had to fight the overwhelming desire to drop my stuff, pull off my clothes, join him in the shower, wrap my arms around him and press my body to his back while he finished.

Or talk him into finishing a different way.

I got hold of myself, backed up and, as silent as I could, I opened the door and scuttled through.

Then, wet hair, tacky body, wet seeping through my clothes, armful of stuff, I found the nearest coffee cart, bought two lattes and juggled them and my things as I went back to the room.

Then I stood outside and pounded on the door with my foot, shouting, “Hands full, hubby! Help me out!”

I waited approximately three point five seconds before the door opened and Ty stood there in faded jeans and nothing else.

My mouth went dry.

It was then I realized I should probably have gone back and jumped in the pool and, maybe, stayed there for a decade.

Visions dancing in my head, by a sheer miracle I pulled it together enough to push through the door and walk by him all the while babbling.

“I got you a coffee. I need breakfast but before, I need to tell you what went down by the pool and then I need a shower so maybe we should do room service because my hunger is eating through my stomach lining and I could use taking off a couple of pounds but I don’t want my system filled with stomach acid in order to do that.”

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