He turned toward his suitcase, the towel shifting on his hips. With his back to me, I got out of bed and hurried into the bathroom to clean up.
By the timeI stepped out of the shower, steam had fogged the mirror, and my body had finally stopped buzzing. Mostly.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into the room. Jase stood in a white dress shirt with the top buttons undone, a silver tie hanging loose around his neck, and dark navy suit pants. He looked up from his phone, and his gaze skimmed over me.
“Feel better, or more worked up?” He smirked.
“You really want that answer?” I went to my suitcase.
“I’m surprised we haven’t walked in on each other sooner, to be honest.”
“I guess it was only a matter of time.”
“Guess so.”
I pulled on boxers and a white dress shirt, stepped into my charcoal suit pants, and fastened them. The fabric felt too nice for a guy who spent most of his time in uniforms and sweats. I tucked the shirt in, smoothed it, and looped a navy tie around my neck. I pulled it into a quick knot and checked the mirror. The tie sat a little crooked against my collar, but good enough that most people wouldn’t notice.
“You’re really going to meet the president with that?”
“It’s fine, it’s tied.”
Jase came over. “Let me fix it.” He tugged it loose and retied it, his hands quick and sure near my throat.
I caught the sharp scent of his woodsy cologne. His face was right there, eyes focused, lashes lowered, mouth relaxed. For a second, I pictured him in the shower again, nothing on, water running over his chest.
What the fuck?
He tightened the knot, smoothed the tie over my chest, and stepped back. “There. You actually look decent.”
“Thanks.” My voice came out a little rough. “You look annoyingly good.”
“Comes naturally.” He reached for his jacket and slipped it on.
I grabbed my socks, put them on, and then pulled on the shoes I was certain would make my feet hurt by the end of the night. Jase went into the bathroom and came back with a strip of condoms. He folded them and tucked them into the inside of his jacket before finishing getting ready.
“Let’s get caffeine before the shuttles start,” I suggested.
“Good idea.”
We headed down to the small café in the lobby, and each of us got a coffee. As we drank them, I saw Hayden walk out of the elevator and head our way.
“Damn. Look at you, professor.” I whistled, checking him out in a navy suit that hugged his form, paired with a white shirt and a dark blue tie. “No wonder our brother has a thing for you.”
He chuckled. “Are you saying I look better than I did at my wedding?”
I cracked a grin. “Naw, but you do look good. All my professors were old and wrinkled.”
“Professor Rodriguez was hot,” Jase countered.
“Yeah, she was.” I smiled, thinking of the older lady who loved miniskirts. “But not all of us can have after-hours lectures with our professors, I guess.”
“Are you two done?” Hayden asked, shaking his head with a faint smile.
“Yeah, let’s go so Tyler can stop worrying that we’re going to miss the shuttle,” I said.
We walked outside, where a shuttle was already being loaded with guests. A Secret Service agent stood at the door with a clipboard. Another held a metal detector.
“IDs,” the clipboard agent prompted as we stepped up.
