Tristan makes me remember who I was . . . before.
The room is steamy and hot, and I smile sleepily as my head rests on the side of the bathtub. It’s just around ten o’clock, and I’m so relaxed that I’m nearly asleep.
I hear the lock on my door click, and I frown. Huh?
Maybe it’s housekeeping. The door shuts. “Hello?” I call.
“Hi,” Tristan says as he walks into the bathroom. He takes off his suit jacket and throws it over the chair in the corner.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He continues to undress.
“How did you get in here?” I frown.
“A key?” He kicks off his shoes.
“How did you get a key?”
He unzips his pants. “I did what any self-respecting man who’s kicked out of bed in the middle of the night does.” He takes off his shirt. “I took yours.”
My eyes widen. “You stole my key?” I gasp.
“Borrowed it, and relax, we swap body fluids. What’s yours is mine.” He slides down his trousers and briefs. “Move over. I’m getting in.”
“Tristan.”
He steps into the bath, between my legs, and sits down. The water sloshes over the side.
“It’s too hot.” He winces as he goes to turn the cold water on.
“Don’t even think about it,” I mutter.
He smiles and then slides down and closes his eyes. The water sloshes over the sides again.
I watch him for a moment. “How was your date?” I ask.
“It wasn’t a date.”
“Okay, your foursome.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he mumbles. “A reason to tease me for all of eternity.” His hair is all messed up, and his boyish charm is at an all-time high.
I smile, surprised by who he’s turning out to be. I never once pegged him as fun to be around.
He opens one eye to look at me. “What?”
“You really are a very good-looking man, Mr. Miles.”
He smirks. “Is that you giving me a compliment, Anderson?”
I nod in slow motion with a big smile.
He runs his hand up my leg. “Did you really finish yourself off last night?”
“Would it bother you if I did?”
“Yes. It would, actually.”