Page 6 of One Weekend in Boston

Warning bells started going off in my head. Those suckers were loud and alerting me to danger ahead. Nothing good would come from Jack walking me back to my room.

Because really? I would probably jump his bones and drag him into my room to continue what we started. That couldn't happen.

"You don't have to do that."

I was walking around the hotel room gathering up my clothes, minus my panties, when Jack stopped me with a hand on my elbow.

"This isn't up for debate. My mother raised me to be a gentleman and that means I walk a lady to her door. Even if that door is in the same hotel. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you on the way."

In hindsight, I should've fought harder. I should've demanded to be the independent woman I claimed to be, but I recognized the stubborn set of his jaw. My father would get the same way when he liked to remind me how a true gentleman acted.

"Fine,” I conceded. “Give me five minutes and I'll be ready to go."

I clutched my clothes tightly to my chest and darted into the bathroom. One look in the mirror was all it took to know I wasn't wrong about my earlier assessment.

There would be no containing the rat's nest that was my hair. I used the ponytail holder on my wrist to wrangle most of it into a messy bun on the top of my head.

I searched through Jack's toiletry bag until I found a small tube of toothpaste. Putting a dab on my finger, I set forth to eliminate the fuzzy feeling on my teeth and rid myself of my morning breath. No one wanted to smell that.

Last up was my clothes from the night before, sans underwear since those suckers were headed straight for the garbage. No way that piece of lace would ever be effective again after what Jack did to it.

I took one last look in the mirror and decided I didn't do a shabby job. Maybe I could pull off a classy walk of shame after all.

"The bathroom's all yours," I told Jack as I walked back into the main part of the room. I nearly swallowed my tongue when I saw what Jack was wearing.

Damn gray sweatpants. Those suckers were every woman's kryptonite. Pair it with a tight t-shirt that was molded to every one of Jack's muscles and showcased the tattoo sleeve on his one arm and I was ready to say the hell with it. Screw one night only. What could it hurt to spread that out to one weekend only? It wasn't like it would go past that; both of us were leaving on Monday.

"I just need two minutes and I'll be ready to go. Don't sneak out on me in the meantime," he warned.

Like I could if I wanted to. I was frozen in place, watching his ass walk into the bathroom. An ass I was very much familiar with and knew from experience how tight and firm it was.

I physically shook my head to get rid of the mental images. I wasn't normally this horny but there was something about Jack that made every one of my good senses vanish in thin air. That should've been reason enough for me to slip out of the room while he wasn't looking, but my damn feet were rooted in place, waiting for Jack to give the okay to move.

Stupid vagina. Since when was she in charge?

I was still in the same spot when Jack came out of the bathroom a couple of minutes later and smiled at me.

"Glad to see the listening to me doesn't stop just because we’re out of bed."

I rolled my eyes. Cocky bastard. It was my own fault his head was so damn big. I screamed his name one too many times and may have told him how good he was at giving orders.

In my defense, the man knew his way around sex. A woman could easily get used to that.

Not this woman in particular, but another woman for sure.

"Keep it up and I'll leave your ass here," I teased.

We both knew it was a useless threat. His legs were a good six inches longer than mine, so even if I took off at a dead run with him giving me a few seconds head start, he would still catch up to me quickly.

And there was no way I was drawing more attention to myself by running down the hallway to the elevator. Even if the thought of him chasing me made me ready to go another round.

Not in charge!I hissed at my stupid lady parts.

Like the gentleman he insisted he was, Jack opened the door for me and waited until I walked past him before exiting himself. With one hand on my lower back, he guided me farther away from his room to the bank of elevators.

This felt like more than just a one-night stand. I needed to build my walls higher. Reinforce those bitches with some barbed wire and maybe even a guard dog. The kind that bit on command. The last thing I needed was Jack worming his way in deeper.

Already I could feel myself softening toward him. A big mistake given the predicament I was in. Things would end badly for everyone involved if I wasn't careful.

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