Page 135 of Off the Grid

“What?” He feigns innocence and that sheepish grin has my heart twisting in my chest. “You brought it up.” He holds a hand up. “I’m just here. At your service. At your leisure. At your—”

“About to get kicked out of my room is what you’re about to be so you can get ready for your—”

“Hey. Omar.”

We both startle at the voices in the hallway then fall quiet as a few more voices ring out.

We freeze then move toward the door to listen.

What we thought was our crew just passing through turns quickly into a powwow in the hallway.

“Um,” I whisper and laugh. “This poses a problem. You can’t just walk out of here now.”

“You’re going to have to tell Anya I’m running late for the interview then.”

All I can do is chuckle as I text Anya and try to move quietly around the suite.

Minutes pass.

And more minutes.

Riggs is standing across from me. We’re both mirroring each other’s posture as he leans on the back of the couch and I lean on the edge of the table, our arms crossed, amused but disbelieving smiles as they talk and talk and talk.

“Clearly they have a lot to say to each other,” I murmur.

“A lot.”

“I wonder what we could do to occupy our time,” I say innocently enough but my body most definitely knows the answer.

“No clue.”

I make a show of walking over to the bed and pressing on it as if I’m testing the mattress.

He lifts his eyebrows but hesitates. I can see it and then realize the comparison he’s probably making in his head. A suite. Alone. An F1 person. Me.

That’s the last thing I want him to be thinking of.

“Riggs,” I whisper.

“Hmm.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me.

His eyes darken and his fingers twitch as if he’s itching to touch.

But he waits for me to make the first move. He waits for me to show him I want this.

And there’s power in that for me.

I turn to face him and shed my clothes in record time so that I’m standing before him naked with our crew outside the door, oblivious.

He stands to his full height and his Adam’s apple bobs.

“Occupy my time, Riggs.”

“Oh.”

“O is exactly right.” I smile. “I need some hearts on my calendar for today.”

He moves toward me, his eyes devouring every single inch of me as he goes. When he steps into me, he leans down and brushes a kiss over my lips. “Your wish is my command. But you’ll need to be silent, Gasket. None of that screaming my name.”