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I didn’t know what to say to that.
“There were so many options, I didn’t know what to do. Something about denier? I got thermal ones because it’s winter. Alessia, my sister, said these were a good brand.”
This time, her breath caught and she ran her thumb over where it said ‘80 denier’ or something.
On her tiptoes in her heels, she reached to kiss me on the cheek. I was certain the skin she had marked with her red lipstick would warm me forever.
“Thank you. It’s a shame these don’t go with my heels. Open-toed.”
“You’ll catch a cold,” I warned.
“I guess you’ll just have to nurse me back to health,” she said, placing the box on the side.
“How presumptuous,” I told her. “You’ll be chilly. You’re going on a boat.”
“It’s a glass boat. Do you want to cover this dress up? I don’t think so.”
“It’ll be chilly.”
She gestured down at her dress. “I can’t hear you over how adorable I look.”
If I could wrap her up, I would. Preferably in my arms.
“Adorable, indeed,” I said and as she opened the hotel door, I called after her, “Thumbs out!”
She called it back, shoving a correctly formed fist through the door as her parting wave.
And I called the PI.
20
Chapter 20
Everly
Sharing a room with Luca Mendes had not been on my bingo card.
I mean, for a night, maybe.
Holed up, sweaty, panting while he tore my pussy apart for a weekend, sure.
But not for the whole trip and most definitely not against my will.
Luckily, he brought few clothes, unlike me, who had three outfits prepared per day. So, I got most of the wardrobe space. As he was mynot-boyfriend, I went about my day as usual, not thinking of his schedule. Much.
When I wanted to leave the boat party with the grid girls a little earlier than the others, it might have been because a certainracer was in my hotel room, texting me, and making me think maybe, just maybe, he was waiting up for me.
I may have also had a few more drinks than usual, hoping I would pass out as soon as I got into our shared hotel room and didn’t embarrass myself by demanding he fucked me.
Which wasn’t just possible, but probable.
If I ever got to the hotel at all.
Though the signal was enough for texts, my internet was awful and I couldn’t order a taxi through the apps.
Maybe the signal had dipped again and that was why he hadn’t replied to my text from ten minutes ago.
I stared at the text, forcing my head to stay still and closing one eye to read it properly. Maybe I was a little drunker than I’d thought.
