“I do today, and I’m the guy that’s going to fire your ass if you don’t take care of yourself. Don’t push me on this, Claire. You won’t like it.”
She tried, but her sleep-deprived brain couldn’t make sense of the fact that he’d risk the consequences of breaking a contract to make sure she took a nap. A glance at his face and the set of his jaw had her unwilling to take a chance.
Luke opened the door to a room with a beautiful clean white bed covered in a cloud soft duvet. Every fiber of her being longed to burrow under the covers and sleep for about a million years. Faced with the perfect, luxurious bed, exhaustion swamped her, threatening to drag her to her knees. She stumbled, and Luke’s arm wrapped around her, strong and warm, anchoring her to his body.
“I thought so.”
If she hadn’t been so tired she could have come up with a cutting remark in answer to his smug tone. As it was she seemed to have temporarily lost command of the English language.
“Sleep or bathe first?” he asked.
“I get a choice?”
“This time.”
Standing next to the luxurious bed was like putting a hot fudge sundae in front of a starving man. But the bed was so clean and white, she felt grubby in comparison. She’d take a quick shower and a quick nap to appease her jailor and then she’d get back to the job site and figure out what the hell to do about her Dad’s bills.
“Bathe, please,” she said.
“Good girl.”
