Page 17 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
Fuck, I knew it! I knew that saying that I was Sloane’s brother was the stupidest idea of the century. I’m sure this is why Alicia whatever whatever—how many fucking last names does a woman need, seriously?—keeps staring at me, because Sloane and I look nothing alike and she probably suspects that we lied. I feel really relieved when dinner is over and our guests offer to give us a tour of the resort and casino.
“Uhm, I’m sorry ma’am, sir … I feel really beat, jet-lag is kicking my a— I mean, it’s really killing me. Would you consider it rude if I got an early night? I never can sleep properly on an aircraft …” And between being almost sliced alive by a psychotic FBI agent, being arrested and held by the FBI, and interrogated, and the flight over the pond, I haven’t had any proper sleep in three fucking days. But I don’t say any of it and thank our guests when they graciously allow me to part with the rest of the group.
Before I walk away, Sloane squeezes my hand and whispers in my ear, “Leave your door unlocked, Rivs. I miss sleeping in your arms. I won’t be long.”
I smile at my beautiful kitten and I have to appeal to all my fucking self-control not to kiss her the way I want to and instead I give her a chaste and hopefully ‘brotherly’ kiss on the top of her head. “Night, sis. Don’t gamble all the family fortune away.”
She laughs at my goofiness and then follows Blaine and the others into a different elevator that, rather than leading directly to the penthouse, leads to the general hotel area. As soon as I get to my private bedroom, I take a long shower, grateful that my wounds require just a couple of waterproof sterile dressings and enjoying the massage the hot jets provide on my overtired skin, and then I pad slowly into my bedroom with just a white towel around my waist.
I don’t even bother looking for boxers or a t-shirt, planning to show Sloane how jealous I was to see her on Blaine’s arm all night. The light is off but I can see pretty well in the semi-obscurity as some pale moonlight filters through the open window. That’s when I notice Sloane’s naked form laying on my bed and I smile, dropping my towel and starting to get hard at the thought of all the hot things I intend to do to her.
“Hey Kitten, you were quick—” The words die in my throat as I turn on the light on the nightstand: the naked woman in my bed isn’t Sloane but Blaine’s mother.
Alicia is really gorgeous, I have to give it to her, but I freeze with the towel still in my hand, frantically thinking about what to do to get out of this situation. Honestly my first thought is that she must’ve gotten the wrong room, maybe she thought this was the Imperial penthouse that is adjacent to this one?
A slow smile forms on her lips and she summons me with a come hither gesture of her perfectly manicured hand but I don’t move from my spot at the foot of the bed. “Don’t be shy, River. I saw the way you were looking at me and I feigned a migraine to be able to join you.”
Huh? Was I looking at her?Oh, fuck! She was sitting right next to Sloane and she must’ve thought that I was looking at her. How do I get out of this situation before the others come back or the woman’s fiancé finds out that she didn’t have a migraine?
I have no intention whatsoever to do anything with her, because first of all I’m in love with Sloane and the days of hookups and one-night stands are over for me. I might’ve been a bit of a man whore in the past but deep down I’m a one woman kind of guy. The minute I realized how I felt about Sloane, other women ceased to exist.
Secondly, I could never fuck Alicia. Not because she’s older, she is seriously better looking than a lot of the girls at our college but … I mean seriously, this is Blaine’s mom and I’m sure that every rule in every bro code in the universe must say ‘thou shall not fuck your bro’s mom’.
When I don’t say anything, she gets up from the bed and takes a couple of steps toward me with a seductive smile on her face. “Come on darling, relax. I won’t tell anyone, obviously. My son and my fiancé don’t need to know and if you have a girlfriend back in LA, I’m pretty sure we run into totally different circles. This can be our little secret, you can make your stay in Monte Carlo a lot more exciting than you ever dreamed of.”
“Uh, I—” How do you politely tell a naked woman to get the fuck out of your room? I stand there, looking for the right words, my semi completely gone, when she walks past me, goes to the mini bar and pours scotch into two glasses.
“Would a drink help you relax? Come on, drink with me, River.”
My throat feels dry and I swear that if I weren’t obligated to be here by the fact that I don’t wanna go to jail for thirty years, I would’ve laughed at the irony of this situation. When you look at us naked and the way she’s looking at me as if I were prey, it immediately reminds me of this old movie I saw with my sister Keira years ago.
The words leave my mouth before I realize that I’m saying them out loud: “No, thank you, Stifler’s mom.”
Alicia’s mouth pops open in shock. “What the fuck did you just call me?”
“I …”
I’ve never been more relieved to have offended someone as Blaine’s mother collects her shimmery dress that was pooled at the foot of my bed and leaves my room without another word.
Shit, this is fucking awkward but at least none of the guys nor Sloane are around yet, so I climb into bed and I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow.
