Yeah, the thought of sleeping in suit pants and a dress shirt doesn’t thrill me either. While I have no problem stripping down to my boxers, I’m fairly certain there is something in the Elite handbook—that I didn’t read—that says I can’t. And as much as I’d like to see Sera in only her bra and panties, I’m not interested in anyone else getting that pleasure.
I gesture at the wall adjacent to the windows. “You could go behind the curtain.”
She looks dubiously at where I’m pointing. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work.” Her face takes on a resigned expression. “I’ll just change here. You keep an eye on the doors and don’t look.”
I blink.
Is she really going to take her clothes off? Right now? In front of me?
My cock perks up.
She gives me a mock stern look. “Follow the rules, Gangster. This isn’t a free show.”
“I’m excellent at following rules.” I grin.
“Liar.”
“I haven’t broken one yet.”
Sera’s gaze flicks to my mouth and lingers. “Night’s not over.”
Her mouth falls open, and she flushes bright red, as if she realizes what she said out loud.
My eyes are glued to where her fingers have hooked the hem of her blouse.
“Turn around.” She sounds exasperated but also like maybe she’s trying not to laugh.
“You’re the one taking your clothes off. Shouldn’t you be the one to turn around?”
She narrows her eyes, but her twitching lips give her away. “You can’t watch the doors if you’re watching me.”
“Hmm. Thatisa dilemma. Which one should I be most concerned with?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”
“You have no idea.”
My pulse is thudding in my chest, and as much as I enjoy teasing her, my imagination has my heart pounding.
“Okay,” I say, turning my back to her so that I’m watching the bedroom doors. I hear rustling behind me, and less than a minute later, I hear, “Done.”
I glance over my shoulder. Dressed in a loose T-shirt and sleep shorts, Sera places her folded pants and blouse on the back of the sofa and begins pulling her hair up into a high ponytail. She does some sort of magic swirl, and suddenly, all of her hair is on top of her head in a floppy topknot.
My heart flips over in my chest at how comfortable she looks.
How beautiful she is.
What would it be like to see her like this every night, and in the morning?
“I’ll keep watch if you want to change.”
Her words pull me from the oddly domestic fantasy.
“Sure.” I quickly strip off my shirt and tie. She inhales sharply. “You’re supposed to be watching the doors, not ogling me.” My voice is gruff.
Her eyes drop to my pants, and I know she can see how she affects me.
“What? Oh!” Flushing brighter, her gaze jerks up. “I am,” she says hoarsely. “Just… “ She waves a hand, flustered. “It’s not my fault you’re so big you block my view.”
