“Every single one.”
“You better have.”
“Why? You were going to take ‘em on if I didn’t?”
I rolled my eyes and tossed the sheets off of me before getting up to look for my discarded pajamas.
“What are you doing?”
I peeked up from the floor, searching for my clothing to watch Luke give me a confused expression. “I have to go back to my room to shower and get changed for the day. Grace and I are supposed to be doing some shopping while you and Jacob do whatever you guys were going to do to prepare for the opening tomorrow.”
“After my workout session.”
I shook my head. “Not happening.”
“Grace can wait. Isn’t that what you brought your ass here for? To make sure I got my workouts in?” He slowly moved around the bed, not apprehensive at all about being completely nude, standing before me with a semi-erection.
“This isn’t about Grace.” I forced myself to maintain eye contact with him. “After the bullshit you pulled last night, you need to rest and recover.”
He let his eyes carve a pathway down the length of my body, darkening as they went.
“And stop looking at me like that,” I snapped, pressing my hands into my hips.
“I’ll look at you however the hell I want.”
My body displayed its treachery when my nipples hardened at the baritone in his voice. However, I quickly side-stepped him as he reached for me. “No. We’ll use the hotel’s gym to do a short restorative yoga session and I’m going to find some ice for you to take an ice bath before you go out with your brother. Meet me there in ten minutes,” I ordered, quickly putting on my own pajamas before heading for the door, without looking back.
If I had, there was a good chance I would’ve talked myself out of leaving and an even better chance I would’ve spotted Luke’s heated gaze on my backside. That also would not have helped my possibility of exiting the room any sooner.
Ten minutes later, Luke and I met at the hotel gym’s doorway.
“You’re on time. Good.”
“You said ten minutes.”
I nodded, appreciating that ever since that one encounter with him being a few minutes late, he’d been a stickler for time. Even after what happened between us the night before.
“The hell is restorative yoga?” He asked as we entered.
“It’s a slower paced yoga session where you hold the poses longer and use more props to support your body. It allows your body to do less work while still getting a good stretch. It’s great for recovery, which you need.” I leveled a hard glare at him, still angry about the fact that this was even necessary.
“Save your stares and speeches, I know I fucked up.”
I blinked.
“What? I can admit when I’m in the wrong.”
That pulled a laugh out of me. “Since when?”
He smirked. “Last night.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
Rolling my eyes, I waved him off, as I showed him to the small space of the gym, I’d set up with a few yoga blocks and mat.
“Shit,” he grunted when he moved to stretch out a particularly sore spot.
“That’s what your ass gets. I couldn’t get my hands on enough ice for an ice bath but there is a jacuzzi here in the hotel. I booked you some time in it, in about twenty minutes,” I told him as I looked up at the mounted clock.
“No time. I’m meeting Jacob.”
