I couldn’t stop looking around the hotel room. The sheer size of it was breathtaking. I’d never been in a place like this before.
“To answer your question, yes. Your room is identical to mine,” Derek said.
My eyes fluttered to his, and I could see a cheeky little grin sliding across his cheeks.
“I’m going to go get cleaned up,” I said as I slid through the door. “Remember to check your peephole before you answer the door for anyone. If you don’t see anyone, come and get me before you make a move.”
“Got it,” Derek said. “Loud and clear.”
I slipped into my hotel room and kept the shared door open. I dropped my back next to the couch as my eyes scanned the expanse of my room. I had my own private balcony and everything. It was amazing, a place I would’ve really enjoyed had I not been working.
I heard Derek beginning to talk, probably alerting someone to the fact that he was safe. I walked into the bathroom and began to strip down, shaking my head at the size of the damn thing. The walk-in shower could fit five people comfortably, and there was a bathtub with jets. I took my time cleaning myself up, allowing the hot water to cascade over my body as I relaxed from the plane ride.
From the questions and the enjoyed conversation.
From the feel of his arms wrapped around my body.
I stepped out of the shower, remembering that my guns were still in my bag. I wrapped a small towel around me and went to go grab one so I could carry it around with me at all times. I needed to be prepared. I couldn’t allow the beauty of this place to distract me. But as I was coming out of the room with my gun in my hand, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye.
I lifted my gun and turned toward the movement, only to find Derek staring back at me.
His phone was at his ear, but he wasn’t talking. He was staring at me from the shared door as he leaned against the doorframe. I lowered my gun at my side as his eyes raked up and down my body, and I felt a heat pool in my gut. I could see his pants tightening around his pelvis, and I shuddered at the thought. Our eyes connected again, and I could feel my goosebumps breaking out all over my legs.
For some reason, I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
Chapter 13
Derek
HOLY FUCK, SAM WAS gorgeous. Her legs were toned and filled with muscle she had trained over the years. Her shoulders were strong but had a fluidity to them that beckoned to my fingertips. Jacob was rattling on in my ear about some sort of bullshit as my eyes raked up and down her form.
Fuck. If that towel were two inches shorter, I’d be able to see her entire pussy.
A pussy that had only been had by two other serious men in her lifetime.
But a knock at my hotel room door pulled us both from our trance, and I quickly hung up with Jacob as Sam came running at me.
“Don’t. Say. A word,” she said.
I nodded as she slid past me, her wet towel brushing dangerously close to my body.
She silently ran down the length of my hotel room and took a peek through the peephole. Her gun was hanging at her side as her ass threatened to spill out of that damn towel. I shoved my hand down my pants and tried to readjust myself, hoping my cock wasn’t too obvious.
“It’s a woman,” Sam said. “Were you expecting someone?”
I made my way to the door and moved Sam away from it. Holy shit. Gretchen was standing at my door.
“Go to your room,” I said.
“Nope. I need to stay here and make sure she’s trustworthy first,” she said.
“You’re not dressed.”
“Has that ever bothered you before?”
“Suit yourself,” I said as I opened the door.
I opened the door and greeted Gretchen with a simple hug. I pulled back and watched her eyes lock onto Sam standing in the middle of my room. In a towel. Dripping wet.
With a fucking gun in her hand.
“Well, looks like the party’s starting early,” Gretchen said.
“Gretch, this is my personal assistant, Samantha Williams. Sam, this is Gretchen Lancaster.”
“Journalist extraordinaire,” Gretchen said with a smile. “Derek, do your PAs make it a habit of carrying guns?”
“She’s a bit protective. It’s mostly her personal preference,” I said.