Page 8 of When He Plays

A gasp broke from her, and her stare whipped up to his face. His alert face. Eyes open. Slow smile curving his lips.

“I—” Dammit! Immediately, she whirled, giving him her back. “I had no idea you slept in the nude. How was I supposed to know that?”

“You didn’t knock,” he noted.

“I did. I knocked three times, and you did not answer the door a single time. We were supposed to meet downstairs in your office at nine⁠—”

“Were we? Don’t really remember that. Sorry. My PA keeps track of things like my schedule.”

Oh, funny. Her hands tightened into small fists at her sides. “It’s ten a.m. now. Considering that a group of men attempted to kill you last night, I grew concerned about your welfare. I knocked at your suite’s door, but when you didn’t answer, I had no choice but to enter the premises to do a wellness check on you.”

She caught the faint slither of the sheets. Definitely silk. Had he covered up? Hopefully. “Are you decent?”

“Never. I try to always be indecent. So much more entertaining that way.”

“Logan.”

“My dick isn’t waving around any longer, so feel free to turn at any time.”

She spun back to face him.

He’d sat up in bed, with the sheets bunched near his waist. His gorgeous chest was still bare, but, nope, no waving around of any private appendages, not any longer.

As she stared at him, he raked a hand through his tousled hair. “Who gave you a key to my suite?” Logan asked, and he sounded annoyed. Sort of like he’d just asked…Who should I fire?

“No one.”

His hand dropped. His eyebrows rose.

She sighed. “Do you really think a simple hotel suite lock would keep me out? For longer than like, five seconds, anyway?”

“Ah. Spy skills. Nice. So, let me get this straight…” And he climbed from the bed.

Her eyes closed.

Soft laughter. “I kept the sheet with me. Not like I want you passing out with joy because you glimpsed my dick again.”

Her eyes flew open once more. “With joy?”

He winked at her.

Charlotte’s back teeth clenched. They seemed to do that a lot when she was around him. And I’ve been with him for barely more than twenty-four hours at this point. “I get that this whole situation is super amusing for you. But I am actually working a very important case, and it would be greatly appreciated if you could cut the crap and be less of a menace so that I can actually achieve my goals.”

“Menace,” he repeated. He also closed in on her. The sheet was wrapped around his waist, falling down his muscled legs, and part of the silken material trailed over the lush carpet of the suite. “Yep, that’s me. The big, bad menace.” He stopped right in front of her. “You broke into my suite because you were worried about me.”

“Yes.”

“That’s sweet.”

Was it?

“Keep doing stuff like that,” he said, a darker edge entering his voice, “and I’ll think that you’re falling in love with me. That you can’t resist my amazing charm and that you want to quit the CIA. Run away with me. And live happily ever after.”

She searched his gaze. “Stop it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Stop acting like the careless playboy. Stop with the one-liners and the attitude and the mockery. I know you are more than that.”