Susan snorted, the need to tease swelling inside her like one of the orgasms she’d experienced tonight. She filled her hands with soap and rubbed them over his chest. “Nice muscles.”
“I’m hoping you’ll give me a rub-down after the game tomorrow.”
“An excuse to run my hands all over you,” she said. “I don’t want to miss that opportunity.”
While she’d turned on the shower, he’d straightened the room, turned back the covers and placed a pink rose on one pillow. The romantic gesture brought tears to her eyes. It was a long time since a man had cared enough to spoil her with treats. Her heart was full and she felt like bursting into song as they slid into bed. Tyler spooned against her back, warming her with his larger frame. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
“I don’t know why it never occurred to me,” Susan said, her distasteful gaze on her wrinkled blue dress. “I’ll have to do a walk of shame through the foyer. What happens if someone recognizes me?”Stupid. Why hadn’t she thought of this before?
Instead, she’d let her hormones do the talking. Tyler hadn’t needed to talk her into sin. She’d walked through the door on her own two feet.
“Could you ring one of your friends and ask them to bring you a change of clothes?”
“Yes.” Susan whirled around to plant a kiss square on his lips. “Not only sexy but a brain box too. That’s a great idea.”
“I’m going to need to find some rugby boots before I can play this afternoon. Would Connor be able to help me with that?”
“Probably. Ring him.”
Someone tapped on the door. “Room service.”
“Would you mind getting it? I’d prefer if they didn’t see me,” Susan said with a frown.
“You’re ashamed of me.”
“Not true. I don’t want everyone to think I’m a total slut.” Even if it was true when it came to Tyler.
“No one will think that,” Tyler said.
Room service knocked again, and Susan scuttled to the bathroom and closed the door. Bother, if she’d been smart she would have grabbed her cell phone to ring Christina. Now she’d have to wait for room service to leave.
Susan paced back and forth in front of the mirror. When she noticed a bruise on the curve of her breast, she pulled the robe around her tighter to cover the mark. She waited another few minutes and pressed her ear to the door. Nope, she couldn’t hear a thing.
She opened the door and stepped out coming face-to-face, with the room attendant. And he recognized her. His quick up-and-down gaze filled her with irritation, his smirk the added insult as he left the room.
