Page 66 of Anteros' Return

“He cannot wait. Besides, he’s just happy that he gets to spend the day with Liam.” She sipped her champagne before leaning closer to me. “Beckett, too.”

She gave me a suspicious look, and I knew straight away she was up to something, but for whatever reason, I chose to ignore it.

“Right. I’m going to grab a quick shower. I’ll be back in about twenty minutes.”

Kayla lowered herself into the chair the hairstylist had prepared.

“Once you’re back I can start your hair.” The hairstylist smiled as she intricately began to style Kayla’s.

I hurried out of the door. Liam being with Beckett meant I could relax a little this morning. No doubt they’d be playing football around the hotel grounds somewhere.

I held the key card to my hotel room door. After hearing the lock click open, I stepped inside expecting silence, but I was greeted with the sound of running water in the bathroom.

“Hello?” I called out with no response.

I opened the door to check that the number on the other side of it was mine. I wasn’t wrong… Besides, the key wouldn’t have worked if it was someone else’s room.

“Hello?!” I called louder than before, but once again, no response.

Come on, I told myself. I had to put my big girl pants on and see who was in there.

I tried to psych myself up, but I was a bundle of nerves. Why would someone be in my room showering?

All the words I’d planned to say had disappeared as I was met by a tattooed six-foot-three Beckett. The half-frosted shower door didn’t hide much either. Water slid over him in rivulets, his muscles flexing as he washed the shampoo out of his hair, blissfully unaware that I was standing behind him, or so I thought.

“Enjoying the show, cupcake?” He chuckled as he turned to face me, the frosted glass still blocking below his waist.

“What are you doing in my room?” I asked, more flustered than I’d have liked.

“Your room?” He raised one of his brows with that boyish smile plastered on his face.

“Yes, mine!” I turned around, giving him my back and him his privacy.

“This was the room number and key I was given, so it looks like you’ve got yourself a roommate,” he said.

“No. No way is that happening.” I walked into the main room. “You’ll have to get another room.”

“Sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear you.” He called after me.

I felt him follow me into the bedroom, as I composed myself enough to turn around. As I spun to face him, I paused, unable to string a sentence together. He wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Tattoos covered half his chest and travelled down his right arm. Small delicate objects decorated his fingers—something I didn’t pay too much attention to before. His dark blonde hair flopped down on his forehead as water droplets dripped from it.

“Em?” He smirked.Shit.Had he noticed me checking him out?

“Sorry, what?” I shook my head, regaining my focus.

“What did you say before?” He asked. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

“Oh, just that you’ll need to get yourself another room.” I cleared my throat, keeping my mind on the right path. Thefocusedpath.

“Unfortunately, that isn’t happening. The hotel is completely booked this weekend due to the wedding.” When he smiled, I knew he was enjoying this far too much.

“Well, what do you suggest then?” I sighed.

“I can sleep on the pull-out sofa tonight. It’s just one night. Can you deal with that?”

“Alright, thank you.” I grabbed my lounge set before heading to the bathroom. “Are you done in the bathroom?”

“I am. I’m going to get Liam from Johnathon. I think the boys wanted to play football for a bit while we’ve got time.”

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