“Cuddling is the second best part,” he murmurs, and it’s the last thing I remember because I drift off to sleep.
Chapter7
Crew
Ihear voices. They’re not loud but they are filtering through the closed bedroom door. And then I feel the soft, warm naked body curled into mine tighten. The next thing I know the body is gone, and so are the sheets.
My eyes flutter open. Fireball is standing, beautifully naked in the middle of the room with her hands on her head, palms against her forehead. “Oh shit. Oh shit. Everyone’s awake. Fuck.”
She's whispering it to herself, I think. I sit up slowly and admire the view. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I remember we fooled around again. No sex, but kissing and touching and her clothes came off. So now when our eyes lock, and she realizes she's naked, she panics and starts grabbing clothes off the ground. She puts on my shirt from last night, wrapping it around her body like a bathrobe. "This can't be happening. They can't know you're here."
"Who are they?"
She doesn't answer. Her eyes drop to my exposed hips and my rock-hard cock currently trying to touch the ceiling. She points at it accusingly. "Stop doing that!"
“Umm… I can try but he doesn’t always listen,” I explain, and she shushes me like I just used a bullhorn to say that.
“Get dressed and get out,” she whispers and the voices outside the door, in the living room of the suite, seem to grow. There are a lot of people in this suite.
“Who’s out there?”
"The people I came with. Co-workers," she replies hastily. The glint in her brown eyes is wild like she's absolutely terrified. "And I'll lose my job if I get caught with you?"
She says it like it’s a question. Weird. And wait a minute…
“I thought you were a student?”
She nods and shakes her head and then nods again. “A student with a job.”
“Oh.”
There’s a knock at the door. She jumps at least a foot off the ground and covers her mouth to keep from squeaking. I have to admit, now I’m a little nervous. I mean, I don’t want to get her in any kind of trouble.
“Livvy! We’re going to brunch. Get your butt out of bed and join!” It’s a female voice.
“I’m good!” Livvy calls back—or Olivia, as she said last night. “Go without me!”
“No!”
And then the person attached to the stubborn voice tries turning the handle. Luckily Olivia locked it last night because it doesn’t open. So the person starts knocking, incessantly.
Olivia swears under her breath again. "Seriously! I'm hungover and want to sleep it off. Go! I'm fine!"
“Livanator, nothing cures a hangover better than the huevos rancheros in the restaurant in this hotel,” a male voice assures her. “Trust me. I have it every morning I’m here. It’s magic.”
That voice… it’s muffled but it sounds… familiar. Why? How? I climb out of bed and walk over to her. “Who is that?”
“Get dressed!” she hisses.
“Liv?” A third voice. Another female. “Come! I promise you won’t regret it.”
I hear mumbled talking like the group outside the door is discussing something amongst themselves. I take Olivia's arm and pull her away from the door so I can whisper without a chance of being overheard. "Why is this such a big deal. People hook up in Vegas all the time."
“Yeah but…Idon’t do this and they don’t know I wanted to do this and I don’t want them to,” she whispers back and her pretty face is still awash with terror. I hug her because I don’t know what else to do to calm her down.
“Okay. I get it. Reputation and everything.” I try not to take it personally. She’s not ashamed of me. It’s bigger than that.
"Come on Livvy!" The first female voice is back. She's whining now. "If you don't go I'll feel bad like we broke you or something, and then I won't go."
