Pushing open the door, I wait for a second. After all, he could be in there. But when nothing happens, I walk inside. His cleanliness is somewhere between Finn and Dante. The bed is made, but not as neat as Dante’s was.
His room is tidy, but there are little things out of place that tell me he lives in it. I drag my fingers over the red bedspread and open his nightstand drawer. I didn’t go through the others’ drawers.
Glancing over my shoulder at the open door, I purse my lips. I’m supposed to be a guest, but Wyatt put a video camera in my bedroom. I sit on his bed to see what’s inside.
If he wants to play the invasion-of-privacy card, I have a trump card for that. There’s a box of condoms. New. Bottle of lube. Also new. I set it on the nightstand and find a black box. I pull it out and put it on my lap. Curiosity rages inside me as I lift the lid off and stare at the toys inside. Sex toys. Fuck.
They’re beautiful. Made of stone and glass. It’s like art, but dildos. I trace my finger over a jade one. The stone is cold, smooth, and firm beneath my touch. My pussy throbs thinking of what he would do with these or how they would feel inside me. I gently return the box to the drawer along with the condoms.
It’s possible he’s used those before. Some lucky woman that he actually wanted to fuck. I sigh and head into the bathroom.
I’m picking through his cologne and aftershave, when the front door bangs open. My heart hammers.
“Finn! Dante!” Wyatt yells, but they aren’t home yet.
I step out of his bathroom, but hesitate to reveal myself. He sounds pretty fucking mad. Maybe I should hide in the closet and hope this passes or one of the others gets home.
I take one step and lift my gaze at a movement by the door. Wyatt stands there.
Fuck, I’m caught.
Chapter 26
Risk Management
Sara
My heart lodges in my throat at the almost feral look in Wyatt’s brown eyes. Tension races through me.
“Where’s Dante?” He steps into the room and it feels like it shrinks.
“Getting lunch.” Swallowing, I’m trapped. I’m in his room. I shouldn’t be in here at all.
“Finn?”
“He went to pick up Peabody.” My hands are shaking, so I clasp them together. Something about his energy and the way his eyes never leave me makes me nervous. Wyatt doesn’t look at me, ever. But right now, his focus is fixed on me.
“I should—” I gesture toward the door and step that way, but Wyatt stalks in my direction. My brain glitches because this isn’t what Wyatt does. Is he angry because I’m in his bedroom?
I draw in a ragged breath and pull up my big girl panties. I won’t cower before him.
“You saw my bedroom so I figured it was only fair that I saw yours.” I put my hands behind my back so he can’t see the trembling and tip my chin up in defiance.
He stops right before our bodies collide. The room smells divine with him in it. My insides soften even as I try to hold tight to that little bit of anger and hurt clawing within.
He didn’t come home last night.
“Where were you last night?” I ask. Even my voice trembles because Wyatt is so close and all my hormones are on high alert.
“I went to the Veiled Vixen.” He reaches out and grabs a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. Everything in me goes on high alert. Wyatt doesn’t touch me.
A shiver races through me but I try to ignore it. I’m ignoring the fire burning within me for an entirely different reason and focus on my anger. “Did you take advantage of their rooms?”
“I woke up on Drew Young’s couch.” His dark eyes focus on mine.
Fuck, the intensity of his gaze is almost too much. Until his words finally register. Drew? “What?”
He tugs on my hair slightly, making me gasp. His gaze drops to my mouth. My lips part at the heat in his eyes. Suddenly, all I can think about is his lips on mine. My breath quickens and anticipation grabs hold of my body.
