The table blocks his view, but the little shit stands, bracing his hands on the wood and leaning forward to look. His eyes trace the thong as it slips down my bare legs. I toss the fabric on the table, and he stares at it, his throat bobbing with a swallow. Then, he snatches it, and I watch with wild eyes as he puts the material to his nose and sucks in a long, heavy breath. “Goddamn, Ellie, you are my favorite scent.”
An embarrassingly squeaky whimper slips out as heat floods my core, but I retake my seat and pretend to study mycards. Travis is still standing with my underwear in his hand, his gaze lighting my skin on fire, making me want to grind into the chair.
My eyes flick up as he adjusts himself in his jeans, slipping the thong into his pocket. My vision blurs with need seeing the tip of his hard cock peeking through the waistband.Mother of Pearl.I want it.
At this point, the game’s over, I have nothing else to lose. He won, but I can’t stop. Unable to admit defeat, I draw a card and add it to my growing hand when there’s a knock at my door. I freeze, eyes bulging impossibly wide when I hear Calvin’s voice carry through the room. “Ellie, it’s Calvin.”
Travis’s eyes narrow, shooting me an accusatory glance, but I’m too panicked to address it. What the fuck is he doing here? I’m naked! With Travis. Well, he’s only partially undressed, but either way, this looks bad.
“Hello!” Calvin calls again, and I snap into action, pulling my shirt and shorts on, wasting no time with undergarments.
“What the hell is he doing here?” Travis whisper-yells.
“I don’t know! Hide!”
“Hide? Fuck no.”
I snatch the hotel robe off the bathroom door and tug it on. “Travis, this doesn’t look good! Please hide. I could lose my job!” I hiss, trying to keep my voice low so Calvin doesn’t hear.
“You’re not going to lose your job. We’re just playing cards.”
“Naked!” I shriek quietly. “Please hide.” I shove him into the bathroom and shut the door, hoping like hell he stays in there.
“How can I help you?” I ask Calvin, leaning in the doorway to keep him from striding in.
“Took you long enough,” he complains.
“I’m sorry, am I on the clock?” I pretend to check the watch I’m not wearing. “Oh, that’s right, no.”
“Do you think my job ends? I’m always on the clock. What a luxury you have.”
My blood pressure starts to spike, something it always does in his presence. I hide it as best I can. “Cool, what can I do for you at this hour?”
“I was scrolling through social media when I saw all kinds of comments on the last post about Travis urinating on a cop. Why haven’t you turned those off?”
“This was so pressing to you that you felt the need to barge into my room at eight o’clock on a free night?”
“Isn’t part of your job keeping their image online nice and clean? Not doing so hot, are you?”
“Listen, Cal, social media is my domain, not yours. So back off,” I snap. “They are in a punk rock band. Their image was never going to be squeaky clean. Turning off the comments only makes it seem like we’re hiding from it, which we’re not. A public apology was issued on all accounts. There’s this thing called free speech, and neither I nor the guys want to hinder that on their page.”
He doesn’t say anything, but his cheeks have turned red. I can’t help but feel satisfied.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to no longer look at your face.” I slam the door shut and drop my head, blowing out a breath, willing myself to calm down.
A minute later, a warm body encases mine, and I relax.
“Damn, Ellie.” Travis’s breath falls against my ear, making me shudder.
“What?” I grumble against the door.
“Did you at least sterilize the knife before cutting his dick off?”
I spin around, and he presses forward, keeping me pinned between him and the door. The heat from his closeness sends a tingle between my thighs. “He’s an ass.”
“He is,” he agrees. “He also wants you.”
My face twists in disgust. “No way. He treats me like shit.”
