It seems Lexi is also in a hurry. We both begin to throw on the few clothes that we took off. I should probably explain why I stormed in here.
“Hey, Lexi,” I grab her attention, and she glances up from tucking her shirt into her skirt. “Thanks again. With Harry, I mean.”
Her smile is simple. “No big deal.” Because kindness is imprinted in her personality, so it’s a normal day for her, I guess.
“I should get going,” she says.
“Me too.”
Then that’s us.
A quick tryst, complete with no regrets.
“I’ll head out and give you a second,” I say.
Lexi doesn’t seem to know what to say or do. “Yeah, sure, great.”
I grin at her because she’s kind of cute when flustered.
Leaving, I open the door, ensuring nobody gets a view of Lexi just royally fucked. I’m straightening my collar, feeling a little flushed myself.
“Holden?” I hear Stone’s voice.
I glance up and freeze then gulp. “Oh, hey there.”
“Uh, what are you doing?” He cocks his head to the side, and his face is puzzled. “Did someone bite your neck?”
Damn, that’s a giveaway. I’ll need to hide the evidence later.
I clear my throat as I cover the mark for a second, feeling the broken skin. “Just… a meeting.”
“You know I’m not buying that.” He grins as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms, waiting for a better explanation.
I do my best to avoid his gaze, and my jaw flexes, but he’s a good friend, so what the hell. “You know how we have that new interior designer for the hotel?”
“To get rid of that ridiculous moose head, yeah. Lexi, your former coach’s daughter.”
I tightly smile. “Exactly. I might have…”
The door swings open right on cue. “I’m off, need to meet with the tile guy.” Lexi is smoothing her blouse, completely oblivious to our spectator. Then she stops in her tracks.
“Oh, hi.” She frowns.
“You remember Stone?” I awkwardly ask, because of course they know one another, even ran into each other a few days ago.
“Yeah, for sure.” She attempts to give him a polite smile. “Nice to see you again. I’m not here. Have a great day.” She is quick to walk away.
Shit, forgot to ask something about the kids. “Don’t forget that my daughter has figure skating practice after school,” I call out.
She mumbles a sound and doesn’t even give me any attention. “It’s Tuesday, so she doesn’t, and how many times do I have to remind you that I’m not your nanny?”
“Yeah, but that was the deal when you moved in,” I remind her.
She grumbles again before disappearing into the elevator.
My lips push out, and my head tilts because, damn it, despite these circumstances, I still have time to check out her ass. I’m not even trying to hide it. I swing my tight smile to Stone, and he still seems to enjoy my quandary.
“Someone has something to explain.”
