Grayson grabbed me before I could run out the master bedroom door.
“Don’t go out there,” he hissed.
We heard heels clicking on the slate floor downstairs.
Grayson grabbed my clothes and shoved them at me then wrestled me down and rolled me under the bed. He ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
I felt the vibrations in the floor as a pair of high-heeled shoes entered the bedroom, and I shivered as the cold slate floor sucked all the warmth from my sweaty body.
“Grayson?” Anthym called. “We need to leave.”
I bit my hand so I couldn’t yell at her that he was clearly naked in the shower.
Although maybe that was the point. McKenna had said that Anthym had the hots for our boss.
The shower turned off, and I saw Grayson’s bare legs and feet appear in the sliver of the room I could see from under the bed.
Water puddled on the slate floor.
I need to buy this man a rug.
“Apologies for the delay, Anthym.”
“I, um, you—” she stammered.
Yeah, I knew what it was to come face-to-face with that magnificent chest.
“I just was going to have the driver grab the bags.”
“Of course. I’ll dress then be down in a minute.”
“Yes, well … wonderful, Mr. Richmond.”
They stood there a moment.
“I’ll move the bags to the hallway,” Grayson finally offered.
Anthym’s feet left my view.
The bags scraped on the floor as he carried them out of the room. I was sure Anthym was ogling him.
That’s my chest; you can’t ogle that chest.
Except I had bled on Grayson and freaked him out and he was probably going to sleep with Anthym or some pretty French woman on the Europe trip.
Grayson went back to the bathroom while I slowly froze to death under his bed.
Anthym was coming up and down the stairs, probably hoping to sneak another peek of our boss.
I didn’t dare so much as peek out from under the bed even though I really wanted a towel or something warm.
Grayson’s bare feet crossed the room, then his socked feet crossed back a few moments later to the bathroom, then back to the closet again, now covered by pants. Then his dress shoes appeared in front of me.
I almost reached out to grab his ankle when the door opened.
“We need to get going.”
“Just putting on my tie.”
