Page 38 of Accidental Husband
Which he totally notices.
Ahem. "Don't you have your own room?"
"Yeah." He taps his crotch. I mean the front pocket of his jeans. The one with his room key. "Can't share a room with you this trip."
"If you say one more thing about how you're going to make sure I get laid—"
He motionsmy lips are sealed.
"Right."
He nodsdefinitelythen he takes my suitcase and sets it on the bed.
Which is totally where I want it.
But I'm not admitting that.
It's my room. I can leave it messy if I want. If it turns off Mr. One-Night Stand—
This is ridiculous. I don't need a one-night stand. I need a break from thataww, poor thing, called off your engagement days before the weddinglook of pity.
"I've got it under control." I motion to the door. "I can take it from here."
He nodssurebut he stays put.
Okay…
Subtlety doesn't always work with Griff. "Go to your room."
He shakes his headno.
"We're not getting dinner for an hour. Are you going to stand there the whole time?"
"Your fun is my responsibility."
"And?"
"Can't let you out of my sight."
"And when I find Mr. Right Now and take him back here?"
"I'm sworn not to discuss that."
A laugh spills from my lips. He's ridiculous. He's completely and totally ridiculous.
Logic and conversation aren't going to help.
But this might.
I grab a pillow from the bed and hurl it in his direction.
"Looks comfy. Thanks." He winks.
"Yeah." I point to the armchair. "Get comfy. Close your eyes—"
"You trying to take advantage of me, Miss King?"
"If I am?"
