Meanwhile, I could barely keep it together.
“I’m sure Grayson is tired,” I finally said. “He’s been in Europe on a big important work trip, and he’s still jet-lagged.”
“You poor thing. I remember when Disney flew me out to Euro Disney to help train the French Ariels,” my mother said. “My sleep schedule was off for a month. I’m going to make you some orange-and-mint tea. It’s my own special blend, herbal, no caffeine. Lexi, show Grayson where he’ll be sleeping.”
“Oh my gosh, I’m not going to survive another day,” I whispered as Grayson padded behind me to my bedroom.
Wait, my bedroom.
I stopped short.
“You can’t come in here.”
He paused in the doorway. “Do your parents not want me to stay in here? I can sleep on the couch.”
“Of course you can sleep here. You two are adults.”
I screamed as my dad’s head appeared in the open bedroom window.
“Your mom and I are fine with it. I left condoms on your bed.”
“Dad, please.” I slammed the window shut.
“There is a Motel 6 in the next town over. We can stay there.”
“Alexandra.” My mom appeared in the doorway. “You cannot put that man in the Motel 6. There are bikers there, and they do not wash the sheets. What has gotten into you? I didn’t raiseyou to be like this. You’ve been in Manhattan too long. Grayson, here’s your tea and some toast with orange marmalade on it.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said through gritted teeth.
“It smells delicious, Cindy,” Grayson said in that rich voice.
She beamed at Grayson and kissed him on the cheek. “Sleep tight!”
I flopped down on the twin bed shoved in one corner of the room.
Grayson sat on the fussy pink chair in front of my small desk. The already-small room seemed cramped with the huge six-foot-five man in it.
I had not put a lot of thought into the sleeping situation. Between all my stuffed animals and novelty pillows, there was barely enough room for me on the bed. There was no way I was going to fit him on there too.
I think this might have been a mistake.
Grayson wordlessly set down the plate with the tea and the toast on the desk and picked up one of the many notepads I had lying around.
Confused, I watched as he opened a drawer and took out a pink gel pen. The nib scratched on the notepaper, and then he held it up.
The walls are paper thin. We should be cautious.
I felt my mouth lift in a smile.
He flipped to another page.
I bet you’re glad we already had sex on the beach because I don’t think I could manage it with an audience.
I stifled a laugh as he scrawled on a new page.
Glad to see you turn that frown upside down.
He smiled at me.
