Page 76 of Undeniable

“Mm.” His eyes were hooded. “Later as in when you need a midnight snack after our next round?”

“Something like that.” I grinned. “But I want to shower first.”

“Go ahead. I’ll order dinner.”

I’d just finished showering and was bundling up in a big fluffy robe when Connor entered the bathroom. He was naked and glorious, and my mouth went dry just looking at him.

“How was it?” he asked.

“Heavenly,” I said, inhaling deeply to enjoy the botanical-scented body wash. “I love the scent of their soaps.”

He frowned, leaning in and curling a lock of my hair around his finger before inhaling.

“What?” I asked.

“It smells nice, but I like your vanilla scent best.”

Wow. He’d noticed?

Of course he’d noticed. Nothing about me seemed to escape his attention. And it made me feel desired, sexy, cared for.

“When we go back to my place tomorrow, I promise to bathe myself in it.”

He gave me a wolfish grin. “I’ll help.”

“Deal. But we can’t spend all day in bed tomorrow. I have some work I have to do.”

“That’s fine. I have some things I need to take care of too.”

He started the shower, and I headed back out to the bedroom. I hadn’t brought extra clothes since we hadn’t planned on staying long, and I was grateful for the robe. I flopped down on my stomach and opened the e-reader app on my phone, eager to see what happened next in my story.

The water shut off just as there was a knock at the door. Wow. I knew room service at the Huxley Grand was fast, but this was quick, even for them. That, or I’d been reading longer than I’d realized, which was a very real possibility.

I opened the door but frowned at the man standing before me. He was big, like Connor. His dark skin was covered in tattoos. And I’d rarely seen a man wear so much jewelry outside of some of my dad’s former teammates. Beaded bracelets the color of his skin. Several silver necklaces layered together. A large diamond stud in his earlobe. I briefly wondered if he was a pro athlete who’d come to the wrong room.

“You’re not room service,” I said, tempted to duck behind the door. His physique was intimidating, but his expression was friendly. Curious.

“And you’re not Cujo.” He scanned me from head to toe with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“Olivia?” Connor called, joining me at the door. “Disco? What are you doing here?”

Disco?Connor had mentioned Zeke before, and I’d always wondered about the story behind his call sign.

“Just came to see if you wanted to go out, but it looks like you have plans.” He and Connor seemed to communicate without saying a word.

“Yeah.” Connor rubbed the back of his neck. “Zeke, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is my buddy Zeke.”

“Hi.” I waved, feeling a bit sheepish meeting one of Connor’s friends and coworkers in my robe. Especially when it was obvious what Connor and I had been doing.

“Hey. Nice to meet you,” Zeke said to me before turning his attention back to Connor. “I’ll catch up with you on Monday.”

“Right. The panel,” Connor said as one of the hotel staff approached with a cart of food.

Zeke waved and headed down the hall, while Connor ushered the waiter inside. The employee set up the food, and then Connor paid him a tip and shut the door behind him.

“I wish I’d known I was going to meet your friend,” I said, giving my robe a pointed glance. I sat on one of the chairs, tucking my foot beneath my leg and admiring the spread of food. “I thought it was room service.”

Connor dropped his head and shook it, radiating disappointment. “Alwayslook through the peephole.”

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