Page 67 of Love On and Off Set

“Dude, I’m just—”

“Ten.”

“I’m naked.”

“What you are, is trespassing. Really, I should be calling the police. And you can bet hotel security is going to hear about this. How did you even get in here? You give him a key?”

A moment passed before I realized the question was directed at me. “I have my key. You have the second. I don’t have a clue how he got in here.”

“Time’s up, buddy.” Freddie stalked over to the guy.

Who had enough self-preservation to get up. “At least let me—”

“Nope. Out.”

Chaz’s gaze darted to me.

“Honestly, he’s right. You’re so far over the line—whatever the line is. If this teaches you to never to do shit like this again, then it’ll have been worth it. You know, I think I’m going to call hotel security—”

“I’m out of here.” He scooped up his shoes. Held his clothes protectively against him, and headed to the door.

The problem was immediately apparent.

I moved to open the door.

Freddie pushed me out of reach of the guy and opened the door himself.

Chaz met my gaze. “If you ever change—”

My bodyguard bodychecked the guy right out the door.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Pack your things.”

I blinked. “I’m sorry…?”

“Either I’m staying here with you, or you’re coming home with me. Take your pick. Truthfully, I don’t care either way.”

Well, he did care. Or he would’ve offered the choice before commanding me to follow him.

I wanted to fuss. I wanted to insist I could stand on my own two feet. I totally could’ve turfed Chaz.

So why didn’t you? Why’d you call Freddie first?

Because…uh… Right. Because he would’ve been mad if it later came out I was alone in a hotel room with a naked guy and I wasn’t here voluntarily. Hell, even if I’d been okay with it—which I so totally wasn’t—he would’ve been pissed. I sighed. “Okay, give me a few minutes. I actually unpacked yesterday and ironed everything.”

“I’ll help. You start with the bathroom and I’ll start—”

“Nope. You can go downstairs or…whatever…”

He blinked. “Okay, clearly you don’t remember that you have three suitcases and two arms.”

“I’ll make two trips.”

“Andreas, you’re being ridiculous. What, are you worried I’ll find your sex toys?”

Heat flared in my cheeks. Undoubtedly I was redder than I’d been this afternoon while shooting in that hot sun. I still needed a shower. Badly.