Page 23 of My Super Sexy Spy
“Of course,” Ivan said, gracefully bowing his head. “Tomorrow then?”
My smile faltered. “I’m headed to Florence tomorrow.”
“Ah, well, maybe the Roman Gods will see to it that our paths cross again. Goodnight, Beth.”
“Douchebag,” Ted muttered as Ivan walked down the hall to the elevators.
I turned my fury on Ted. “You ruined everything!”
“Trust me, that guy might look hot, but I bet he’s totally selfish in bed. You would have had a lousy time watching him get off.”
I didn’t comment because I knew he was full of shit. Someone who looked like Ivan got a lot of pussy and men who had a lot of practice would obviously be better in bed.
Not that I would really know. I’d been having mediocre sex with Jared for the past two years. It just seemed like a plausible theory.
“Speaking of bed, why aren’t you in yours with the hot chick in the red dress and the fabulous rack?”
Ted’s grin expanded. “She did have a fabulous rack. I couldn’t close the deal, though. I think she was only interested in my money anyway. But she had some great whiskey in her room.”
He was wearing jeans and a plain black T-shirt. Ted did not scream money.
“Come on, let’s get you back to your room. Do you even remember your room number?”
He blinked a few times. Opened his mouth and closed it.
“I’m guessing that’s a no,” I sighed. I took out my card key and opened the door to my room. “Come on in, we’ll call down to the lobby to get your room number.”
As soon as I had the door open, Ted was stumbling in behind me. Three steps in and he crashed face down on the solitary king-size bed.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep on me,” I warned him. “We’re getting your room number and then I’m taking you back there.”
He patted the empty space next to him, even as he kicked off his sneakers. “Beth, just lie down next to me. There is so much room.”
“I am not sleeping with you!”
“No funny stuff, I promise,” he mumbled into the pillow. My pillow!
“You’re damn right there’s not going to be any funny business, because you are going back to your room.” I walked over to the bed and pushed against his shoulder to get him to roll onto his back. If I could get him on his back, I might be able to pull his arms hard enough to get him to sit up. Only while he was rolling on to his back, he lifted me on top of him until I was straddling his waist.
“Beth,” he said, looking up at me with his goofy smile. “You’re not listening. I told you, you’re not my type.”
He had both of my hands in one of his. His other hand was at my hip and I couldn’t tell if he was trying to push me off his crotch or pull me closer to him.
The friction of him between my legs was starting to turn me on against my better judgment. Probably lingering hormones from Ivan. Ted let my hands go and pulled me forward so now I was on top of him, then he rolled us to our sides and hooked his thigh over mine.
Again, his leg was shockingly hard and heavy. I felt as if I was pinned to the bed.
“There’s plenty of room for both of us,” he said, even as he was closing his eyes again.
“No way. This is not happening.” I struggled, but he was that much stronger than I was.
“Just five minutes,” he muttered. “I’ll leave in five minutes. I promise.”
Except in five minutes, he was sound asleep and snoring.
At least then, I was able to slide out from under his leg. I stared down at the bed and considered dumping a bucket of ice water on his head to both wake and sober him up. But damn it if he didn’t look slightly boyish and, if I was being honest, cute sleeping.
I got out of bed on the opposite side then walked around to his side of the bed. I pulled the baseball cap off his head, Yankees this time, then gently removed his glasses.
