“I said, no. You crossed a line tonight, Anderson.” I leaned against the wall opposite the door, resting my head against it with my eyes closed. I craved the hot water in the shower again. “I’m busy right now and have nothing to say to you.”
“Look, shit. Just let me in.” He spoke again, his voice getting softer.
“I’m showering. No.” I pushed to shut the door, but it wouldn’t go far with his hands in the way. “I’m finishing. Then,maybewe can talk.”
I went back into the bathroom, locking the door because if anyone could break into a hotel room, it would be Brock. However, the relaxation part was nonexistent. Sighing, I stepped out of the shower finding my oversized t-shirt and old running shorts. I took more time than usual, braiding my hair into two sides. It would be easier to deal with braided hair if we were going to be outside all the next day. It was then, and only then, after going through my entire bedtime routine that I contemplated opening the door.
And, he wasn’t freaking there.
I laughed, not finding it funny, but more laughing at my joke of a day. Fine.Another point for you, Brock. I looked up and down the hallway, spotting no sign of him. Perfect. Guess we weren’t having that conversation. Sitting alone in my room sounded awful, so I grabbed a bottle of water and headed down to the lobby where they had computers. Might as well get ahead on a project instead of watching TV. A couple hours went by without any interruptions, but then the air shifted.
My neck broke out in goosebumps. I glanced at his large frame standing behind me and almost winced at his expression. He looked mad, which was absurd.
He didn’t have any right to be mad over what I’d done.
I hadn’t broken any rules.
I was nothing to him.
He was nothing to me. Nothing.
“Let’s go talk about tomorrow,” he said, not smiling or doing anything to calm my anger.
“Now? Because it suits your schedule?” I swiveled in the chair back toward the computer, preferring to not see his face.
He reached out and spun me around, causing me to yelp. “What the hell, Anderson?”
“Anderson again, huh?”
I didn’t answer.
“Let’s go. It’s getting late, and tomorrow will be busy. I mean it.” He crossed his arms and waited until I shut the computer down. Hehmphed and made all sorts of stupid, annoyed noises like I was in trouble.
Why did I feel like I was going to be in timeout? Or punished? Orspanked?
Oh, lord. Why did I think that? My face turned red as heat spread from my face down my neck. We walked to the elevator, not saying a word to each other on the way. He demanded I leave, so I wasn’t going to start a conversation.
“Tomorrow we’re going to head out around eight for breakfast and head straight to the field. Can you be ready by then?”
I looked at him, exasperated. My mouth hung open, disbelief apparent. How could he not acknowledge what happened? “Yes.”
“Good.” His tone was curt, like I was a freaking pest. We waited for the elevator in an angry silence. It arrived, the tension between us so thick it hurt a little bit. I walked in, going to press the button, but he went for it at the same time. It was like a scene from a movie. Our hands hit, an electric current flowing between the two of us. I sucked in a breath and jerked away.
He did the same.
I breathed faster, my chest heaving.
He mirrored me. He pressed the button, turning to look at me with so much passion and desire in his eyes, I got wet. Holy shit. Those eyes were something before, and now, they were dangerous. His nostrils flared, his eyes bouncing back and forth between mine, and I waited. I waited, patiently and confused and ready. But, nothing happened.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. “After you,” he said, his voice all sorts of gruff, like he was in desperate need of water.
I nodded, ducking out in front of him and heading to the room he abandoned me in earlier. With shaking hands, I used the keycard and went in.
He followed, closing the door behind him.
My heart pounded in my throat, the heat between my legs throbbing unlike anything I had ever felt before. He leaned against the door, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he looked me up and down.
Then, he did it again. There was so much heat in that stare. So. Much. Heat. Every bit of advice I had ever given Gilly or the girls I worked with went out the window. I was pissed at him in twenty different ways, but the look he gave me lit me up more than anything I had ever experienced. There was no way I was imagining this. No freaking way. My heart frantically tried to escape my chest, but my brain tugged her back in. I refused to give into this sexual cloud looming over us. It was absurd. I crossed my arms, putting my battle panties on. “I’m pissed at you.”
