Page 48 of Sizzling

“Guess you’re stuck sleeping in my Jeep then.”

Frowning, I shook my head. I was knocking on this door the moment he left until Dovie heard it and let me inside.

“I’ll wait right here. Or go down to the common room and sleep on the sofa.”

His eyes dropped back to my body. “Dressed like that?”

Okay, he had a point. I wouldn’t be sleeping in either place, but I just needed him to leave. Then, I’d fix this. No one but him would get a view of me in my cropped red camisole and matching red shorts that barely covered my ass. I just wished he’d stop looking at me like that. He was never touching me again. I had learned my lesson.

“Just go,” I urged him.

He shook his head. “No. You’re coming with me.”

Like hell I was.

“No thank you.”

He grinned then and cocked an eyebrow. “No thank you? I didn’t offer you a drink. I’m taking you to my Jeep until morning. Unless you’d rather I take you to a hotel.”

I shook my head. “No. I am staying here.”

“My Jeep it is then.”

“I’m not going to your Jeep.”

“You’re not staying out here alone.”

I took a deep breath, trying not to lose my temper and scream at this man. “I am okay here. You’re outside watching, right? I will be fine. Go back outside and do your stalker thingy.”

He turned and leaned up against the wall beside my door.

“What are you doing?” I asked in frustration.

“Waiting here with you.”

“You’re serious?”

“Very.”

“Why are you being so stubborn?”

He turned his honey-colored eyes my way and let them slowly drift down my body. “Because, Briar, you’re out here, barely dressed, looking like a goddamn centerfold. I will not leave you alone for one of your neighbors to walk out and see you like this.”

I was ignoring the centerfold comment. I. Was. Ignoring. It. I didn’t care that he thought I looked like one.

I do not care. I wouldn’t care. But clearly, my body did because it was very aware of the man.

“And you being out here with me keeps any one seeing me dressed like this, how?”

Storm smirked in response, and good Lord, now, my panties were damp.

“I’ll cover you.”

The image of him covering me wasn’t helping. My imagination was working overtime on that one. I had to get a grip.

“I’ll go to the gym locker rooms. They have benches. I need to use the restroom anyway.” If they were unlocked, that was.

He waved a hand. “Lead the way.”

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