Page 109 of The Wildest One
Why did any of this matter?
It shouldn’t.
But it did.
“You talk to Eden about me?”
“Don’t you talk to Ginger about me?”
He had me there.
“Beck, we’re at this hotel for three nights.” I swallowed. “THREE.” How was I supposed to sleep? Breathe? Function? With him this close? “I’ll … change rooms. I’m going to go to the front desk and?—”
“You can’t. My assistant already tried to upgrade me into a larger suite. She was told by management that the entire hotel is sold out.”
If there was air in my body, it was gone. “You’re telling me I’m stuck in this room?”
“Come on. It won’t be so bad. Besides, you’re the one who doesn’t want anything. So, where I sleep, whether it’s on adifferent floor or on the other side of the wall as you, shouldn’t affect you at all.”
I snorted.
The sound, I assumed, made him smile.
“Sorry to torture you, baby.” He went into his suite, and the door closed behind him.
Ginger
OMG, that game. You guys crushed Vegas!
Me
It was intense, wasn’t it? I swear I held my breath the entire time.
Ginger
Beck was on fire. I mean, the man was angry out there. He was hitting that puck like he needed to get something out.
Me
That’s because he is angry.
Ginger
At you?
Me
My decision. Our situation. How there’s nothing but this scorching chemistry between us and we’re on the verge of exploding from it.
Ginger
You know, it seems like he’ll do anything to have you.
Me
It’s bizarre to hear you say that—or type that, whatever.
Ginger
