Page 6 of Rules Of Our Own

“I assure you, miss. It is. Just use your wrist pass.”

The lock on the door clicks open when I bring my wrist to the small black circle above the handle, and I push it inward.

The bellman steps in first with my bag, and I grimace when he asks me if there’s anything else I need.

Swallowing, I face the music. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any cash on me.”

“No problem, miss. It’s all covered.” He does an almost bow-like gesture as he steps away and makes his way back to the lobby.

Well, that’s a relief.

The room is large and airy, with the back wall lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that fill the room with moonlight. A large mountain is outlined in the background. The generous bed on one side looks as if it was custom-made, and there’s a comfortable sofa beside it. A kitchen and dining area are tucked away in one corner, and a warm fire crackles in the fireplace. All the furniture is modern yet cozy and inviting.

The bed’s covered in crisp white linens, and I don’t waste a second stripping out of my scrubs. I kick off my Crocs, sliding off each sock before working at the knot holding up my pants. They hit the floor, where I shake them from my ankles, leaving me in just my lilac panties with a cat face on the front andTell your cat I said pspspspswritten across the back. I grasp the bottom of my shirt, grateful to finally get it off, when one of the teddy bear pins along the collar snags in my hair. I wiggle it from side to side, but with every move, it tugs my hair more.Shit.My arms are stuck above my head in the makeshift straightjacket, and I struggle to escape, only for the edge of the bed to clip the back of my knees, sending me sprawling backward onto it.

“Woah there, Kitten. You haven’t even bought me dinner yet,” a familiar voice says from a few feet away, sucking the air from my lungs.

I yank the pin out, pulling myself free, only to realize I’m now in nothing but a thin tank top and panties.

Standing in the bathroom doorway, gaze roaming over every inch of my exposed skin with a cloud of steam billowing around him, is a nearly naked Alex Grayson, star forward for the Boston Bruins.

CHAPTER3

ALEX

Mia grabsthe throw blanket from the bottom of the bed and uses it to hide her lower half and those adorable purple panties with it.

Fuck. She looks better than I remember, with her pale blonde hair semi pulled up and loose strands tumbling around her face that leave the tan length of her neck exposed. I should look away, but I don’t.Can’t.

I let my gaze dip lower over the top of her cleavage, exposed by her white tank top, then drag further down, swallowing as I catch on the curves of her hips barely hidden by her makeshift skirt.

It’s been three years since I laid eyes on her, and here she is, laid out on my bed like my fucking dessert. If I’m dead, I don’t want to be resuscitated because this must be heaven.

Mia’s hooded green eyes travel over my bare chest, following the path to where my hand grips the front of my towel wrapped low around my waist. Her throat shifts with her swallow, and her tongue sneaks out to wet her bottom lip. The action drives all the blood to my rapidly hardening cock.Fuck. My dick twitches, and a squeak of a sound escapes her lips as her gaze shoots to mine.

As if finally noticing she’s still on the bed, she jumps to her feet, holding the end of her blanket in a death grip, and hisses, “What are you doing here?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? This is my room.” I lean against the doorframe, a small smile pulling at the corner of my mouth as I loosen my grip and let the towel adjust an inch lower. Mia’s eyes darken, focusing on my abs before she shakes her head.

“It can’t be. My wrist thingie worked on the door.” She holds up her arm, and I mirror her, showing my matching yellow band.

“Looks like we’re roomies.” I say it straight-faced, but internally, I’m reeling. It was one thing to know she was going to be here for the wedding, but it’s a whole other thing to have her in our room. Her free fist opens and closes at her side, and she glances around the space as if looking for signs of an alternative reality.Oh, Kitten, this is all real.

She’s still shaking her head in disbelief when the door beeps and River steps in. He freezes as he takes in the scene, then lifts one black brow. “Hello, Mia.”

Fuck, he practically purrs her name, and she noticeably shivers. It brings back memories of the three of us dancing, her body pressed between us, before everything went to shit and she disappeared off the face of the Earth.

“Hi,” she breathes out on reflex, distracted by the sight of him. She takes River in the same way she did me. His black hair is styled off his face, with a few loose strands dropping over his eyes, and he’s rolled the sleeves of his crisp white oxford dress shirt to his elbows, revealing thick forearms that steal every ounce of Mia’s attention. Even I have to admit he’s a sexy fucker.

I clear my throat, drawing both of their focus. The intensity nearly knocks me off-balance, and I have to lean more of my weight against the doorframe. “So, Mia. What are you doing in our room?”

“This is my room.” She points at her wrist again, and I smirk.

“I thought we already went over this,” I say and hold up my wrist to show off the band.

“There must be a mistake.” She taps through her phone, then lifts it to her ear.

I highly doubt it. Sidney and Piper looked entirely too smug when they announced River and I would be bunking together earlier. Pretty sure one of them mentioned the nice size of our bed.

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