“Uh-huh,” he says, one corner of his mouth twitching.
“Why do hotels always make this so hard?”
“Because you’ve had tequila,” he murmurs.
“Excuse me, Easton, are you profiling me?”
He doesn’t answer, just takes the card from my hand. Hisfingers brush mine, and it feels so good that I actually close my eyes to enjoy it.
He slides the card in the slot.
Green light,click.
“Show-off,” I mumble, pushing the door open and practically falling inside the room.
He leans a shoulder against the frame, the fluorescent hallway light spilling across his face, a shadow catching the line of his jaw.
I drop my bag by the door and toe off my shoes, the room rocking slightly under me.
Anton still stands just inside the door.
I turn to face him, leaning lightly against the dresser. “Are you going to stand there all night, or do I have to arrest you for loitering?”
His gaze flashes with dark amusement. “Not sure which one of us is breaking the law here.”
“Depends on the law,” I say, my hand skimming the strap on my shoulder so it falls.
His hand slides up the door frame like he needs something solid to hold onto.
For one wild second, I thinkthis is it, that we’ll finally crash together, that he’ll take what we’d both been wanting…
Then…my stomach flips.
The warmth that’s been humming through me turns sharp and queasy.
I blink, steadying myself on the dresser. “Ugh…”
He moves quickly toward me. “You alright?”
“Fine,” I say automatically, which is exactly what people say right before they’re not.
His hand is at my elbow. “Time to sit down…”
“I… ” Words die as my stomach talks for me.
I slap a hand over my mouth and bolt for the bathroom.
He’s right behind me as I bend violently over the toilet. He instantly takes my hair into one of his big hands when I lean over.
And my sexy night turns into embarrassment in an instant.
When the wave finally passes, I stand up, eyes watery and probably bloodshot.
“Well,” I rasp, “That was hot.”
He brushes a finger across my cheek. “Still the finest I’ve seen.”
“I doubt that.”
