I knew it was early, and standing here at her door at this hour was probably a risk that wasn’t worth taking. But I hadn’t slept all night. Every single mistake I’d made last night played on a loop in my brain, sending me further and further into embarrassment and despair.
Going down to the lobby to beg the on duty receptionist for Aimee’s room number was also probably crossing a major line I shouldn’t have crossed, but in my defense, my brain clearly wasn’t working right. After giving her the story of the catastrophe that was last night, she still denied me. I’d let my head fall against the countertop, mentally kicking myself for being such an idiot.
Of course she wouldn’t give me a random girl’s room number. It was a safety precaution—not to mention that this place valued its patrons' privacy. A lot of athletes came here to train, all ranging in popularity, and if word got out—it could end up a nightmare for many involved. Honestly, it’s probably one of the reasons Aimee’s family chose this place.
I was about to stand up and thank her for her time, when a voice spoke up.
“Can you make sure these lift passes are left for rooms 517 and 524?”
“Of course Mr. Bryant, Mrs. Bryant. Anything else you need?”
“Not right now, thank you.”
I waited for Aimee’s parent’s footsteps to fade away before standing up. Rachel—the girl behind the desk arched her brow.
“Do I need to call security?”
“Nope, but if you wanted to give me a hint as to which room their daughter is in, I’d be eternally grateful.”
I gave her what I hoped was my most charming smile. If it was possible, she arched her brow higher, utterly unamused.
“I swear to God Mr. Fraiser, if this comes back to bite me in the ass…”
I mimed zipping my lips and backed away slowly, but once I was out of sight, headed straight for the elevator at nearly a run.
And now? Now I was standing at her door, at an ungodly hour in the morning, having already knocked multiple times. There was no turning back now.
The door opened, and thoughts edged out of my head.
It’s early in the morning, but sleepy Aimee Bryant was sexy as hell.
And maybe I’d go to hell for thinking that when she clearly looked pissed and like she wanted to knee me in the balls. The way her oversized shirt hung loose to the tops of her thighs, and how it left very little to the imagination…the way she looked had me thinking all sorts ofveryinappropriate things.
I swallowed, hard.
I needed to snap out of it and stop thinking about how I’d run my hands up her bare thighs as she straddled me. How my fingers would tease the edges of her underwear, how her breaths would quicken, her chest rising and falling sharply…howshe would taste. How it would feel to have her fingers pushing through my hair while I kissed and sucked every inch of her.
“What do you want?”
Those four words snapped me out of my daydream, and I only hoped and prayed she didn’t look down and see the effect her damn shirt and bare legs had on me. My thoughts had run away from me, and I was here to apologize.
“You do realize that it’s seven in the morning, right?” She asked.
I opened my mouth to respond, but she cut me off.
“It’s seven in the morning, and I’mnota morning person. Also, I definitely don’t remember giving you my room information. So if this isanythingbut a coincidental accident, like you’re drunk and got off on the wrong floor—then you need to get fucked. Because at seven in the morning, on vacation, the last thing I want to be is awake.”
Yep. I should have been patient and done this later. There was also clearly even more wrong with me than I thought, because being on this end of Aimee’s attitude,fuck me.
“Well?” she asked, her arms crossing and her brow arched as she waited for me to respond.
“All my common sense goes out the window where you’re concerned,” I said lamely.
It wasn’t an excuse, but almost fact. My brain seemed to short circuit whenever I was around her, and I just wanted it to…not.
“And that’s my problem?”
“No, it’s definitely mine.”
