I whip around, confused by what I just heard.
“Umm… I—” Ledger turns around, looking like he’s in a full-blown panic.
“That’s our only option for a room?” I ask calmly.
“Unfortunately, yes. Between the game and the conference, it seems we’re in a very short supply of rooms. I apologize. We’ll be sending up complimentary champagne and food tray as well.” She smiles at us. She seems entirely unfazed by the colossal mistake this is.
My heart starts pounding when I think about what this means.
Ledger and me … in one room … with one bed.
A couch is comfortable, right? This place is fancy. They’ve got to have a comfy couch.
“Umm, that will be fine, thank you.” Ledger’s stilted voice breaches the haze of my chaotic thoughts.
We don’t really have another choice, do we?
I stand stock still, trying to calm myself down and rationalize that this will all be okay.
It’ll totally be fine. Ledger and I can be civil, sharing one room, with everything open to each other. No door separating us beyond a bathroom. So, I definitely won’t have to see him change, or shirtless, or when he comes out of the shower with his hair dripping down to his chest and watch it run down his abs as he grabs his clothes for the day.
Nope, won’t have to see that at all.
And then a worse thought enters my head.
I only brought skimpy shorts and tank tops to sleep in.I’m literally going to be showing my ass and tits when getting ready for bed. There is absolutely no way to hide any of that if we’re in close contact.
Can I handle seeing that much of Ledger? Can I handle him seeing that much of me? I only have so much willpower, and I did bring a vibrator because I had wishful thinking. Not that I could actually use it in this situation.
A hand interrupts my wild thoughts on my lower back. “You ready to go up?”
Ledger’s voice is strained, and I imagine he’s not super comfortable with the arrangements either.
We’re both silent as we walk over to the other hotel and ride the elevator up to the thirty-ninth floor. I follow Ledger stiffly to our room, trying to come up with the words to tell him this is completely fine and not awkward at all. And how I’mnotlooking forward to seeing him shirtless at all.
Jesus, I’m screwed. Completely and utterly screwed. This close proximity is going to kill me.
The door clicks open, and we both walk in.
“Holy shit!”
“And this is supposed to be a downgrade,” Ledger says, shock in his voice.
What we walk into isn’t a normal hotel room. It’s probably larger than my house, and everything is the peak of luxury. There’s even a freestanding tub that looks like it seats at least three people in the middle of the bathroom.
We’re not in Bluebell Falls anymore.
Chapter 19
Ledger
My initial worry is drowned out by the ridiculous room we’re staying in. I’m not going to lie and say I was completely unaffected by our suite being oversold, but for now, I’ll bask in this nice-as-hell room and deal with the fallout later.
My gaze is drawn to the bed that backs up to the wall-to-wall windows.
It’s completely okay to imagine Ainsley, palms on the glass, as I fuck her from behind, right?
Woah, not where my mind should be right now. I move my hand to shift my dick as subtly as I can and take a peek at Ainsley, to see her still looking around the room in awe.
