Lo nods. “Getting together with the Pacific Division team.”
“Ah. That’s what we’re doing,” Ethan says. “Not Pacific, but Atlantic. The better of the oceans.”
Lo snorts. “Right. Not that either of us are located on the ocean.”
“I much rather take the ocean,” Creed adds. “Lake effect is wild. I think the lakes are trying to kill us.”
Ethan nods.
Their jokes make me smile.
“Meanwhile, I’m in the middle of the desert. Seattle is on the coast and they’re not in the Pacific divisions, but Central. Someone was drunk when they were splitting us into divisions,” Lo says.
Ethan grins.
“Catch you later,” Jakub says.
Lo nods. As I walk by, his eyes meet mine again and I swear, I feel a charge pass between us. It must just be because I have to walk so close to him, not for any other reasons. As soon as I can manage, I look away. Swallowing.
Damn.
I ignore the way my body heats as I step into the hall.
“You have your key?” Lo asks.
There’s a strange domestic feeling about the question, and I turn my head in his direction but can’t bring myself to look in his eyes again. He’s far too attractive to keep looking at. “Yeah,” I answer, then stick my hand in my pocket to be sure. Feeling it there, I nod again. “Thanks.”
Lo nods. “See you later.”
I mimic his nod. “Yep. Later.”
We’re a few steps down the hall before I hear the door close. Glancing back, I assure myself that he’s back inside. Jesus, I need to get a hold of myself.
“Everything okay?” Creed asks.
“Yes. It’s fine. He’s a nice guy. This is just weird.”
“It is. Hopefully you two get along and it’s not awkward the whole weekend.”
I wave him off. “It’ll be fine.” Once I get over the fact that he’s hot. It took me by surprise when I got close to him since I’d been so concentrated on not freaking the fuck out when he walked into the room to begin with.
It hadn’t mattered who he was or what he looked like then. Only that I didn’t know him, and I was going to be forced to share a bed with a stranger. A man.
Although now it might be worse. He’s not just a stranger and a man, but a man I’m attracted to. Awesome.
“I’d offer you to stay with us, but a king bed is already a little snug for three guys. Not sure we could squish in a fourth,” Ethan admits. “Unless you’re super into cuddling and don’t mind an errant dick pressed against you from time to time.”
“Generous,” I deadpan, glancing at him with a frown. “I’ll… deal with it. It’s fine.”
Maybe if I say it enough times, it’ll be fine. Itwillbe fine.
There’s still chaos in the lobby. The yelling at the reception hasn’t stopped. I don’t even feel bad. Maybe someone should have figured this out before hundreds of people flocked to check in. Not only do they have their fuck up to deal with (and being yelled at), but they also have cranky guests waiting a really long time to check in who are angry when they get to the front before even getting bad news .
Okay, I feel a little bad. I don’t think these particular employees are the cause of the fuck up. But whatever. Not my concern.
Thankfully, there’s a car waiting for us when we make it downstairs.
“I’m starving,” Ethan says as we climb into the car.
