Page 40 of Bowser (Dragon Riders MC 2)
“Here. This’ll help dry you off,” he said.
And pretty soon, I had a towel wrapped around my shoulder.
My hair was dripping wet and smelled phenomenal, but I hadn’t washed it. I ran my fingers through it, and it felt soft, like conditioner had been there. But I hadn’t done it myself. As I sat on the edge of the bed and dried myself off with a towel, I watched Bowser stand at the sink. He had his razor out and shaving cream already on his face. And when he caught my stare in the mirror, he winked at me.
He washed my hair while I slept.
“Not coming back to bed, I take it?” I asked.
He ran the razor over his neck. “Nope. It’s almost six in the morning, and I gotta meet up with the guys in an hour.”
I squeezed my hair out. “Sure you don’t want to cuddle for a bit?”
He chuckled. “You know if we do that, it’ll lead to two hours of aerobics neither of us can stand right now.”
“I mean, I’m up for it if you are.”
“You’re gonna kill me, woman.”
I smiled. “In all the best ways.”
He snickered. “You’re more than welcome to lay down and catch a nap. You’ll probably be up right around lunch, so I’ll leave you some cash to—”
“You know I’ve got my own money, right?”
He paused his shaving. “Is it on a card? Or cash?”
“Card. I think, at least. I know I don’t have cash on me.”
“Then, I’ll give you some. Because cards can be tracked.”
I hadn’t thought about that.
I curled back up into bed while I watched him get ready for his day. The sun barely started cresting over the horizon as he slipped his boots on and put his arms through his leather jacket. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Such a wonderfully handsome man, and kind to boot. I’d never had someone like him attracted to me before. I’d never had a man like him drawn to me the way I was drawn to him.
I wondered how long it would last.
“All right, I’m leaving you forty bucks beside the television. Get whatever you want for lunch or whenever you get hungry. And don’t worry about me, I’ll grab something at the bar.”
I shot up. “You're going back to the bar?”
He chuckled. “Yep. That’s the hub for all of this right now.”
“Are you… going to talk to anyone?”
He grinned at me. “Someone jealous?”
I shrugged. “What if I am?”
He slid his wallet back into his pocket. “I think it’s cute.”
“Well, I think it sucks.”
He walked over and kissed my cheek. “The woman you saw me talking to last night is Slash.”
“Hell of a name for a woman.”
“She’s a hell of a woman.”
“Uh, thanks?”
He snickered. “She’s the president of an all-girl’s crew out here. The Red Pythons.”
I paused. “Wait, we’re out here meeting another crew? Since when?”
“Since we needed women to agree to be dangled as bait for Skeleton. And these girls can’t stand a man like him. I know they’ll be more than willing to help.”
Relief washed over my body. “Well, that makes me feel a lot better.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me this before?”
“You were kind of determined to get my cock out last night.”
I scoffed. “I was not!”
He held up his fingers. “Maybe just a bit.”
I frowned. “I just thought you were over there chatting up other women, is all.”
“And I was. Just not in the way you thought.”
I sighed. “Fine, fine. I’m sorry.”
He nodded. “And I’m sorry I haven’t kept you more up-to-date on what’s going on. I’ll try to do that more often, okay?”
“Will you talk with me about things when you get back? Maybe over dinner?”
He winked. “It’s a date.”
The sun had risen fully over the trees by the time Bowser left. And when that door closed behind him, I started missing him. I looked over at the money he left me before slithering beneath the sheets, and I scooted over to his side of the bed.
Planting my face in his pillow while I tried to soak up the part of him that had been left behind.
While I wanted answers now, I’d give him one last chance to be upfront with me instead of keeping me in the darkness. The only thing that sucked was the fact that I’d have to wait all damn day for it. I reached for the remote control on his bedside table and turned on the television. And while the picture was much clearer than at the other motel, there wasn’t much on to watch.
So, I let the news drone in the background before I tossed the remote to my side of the bed.
“You can do this. It won’t be long.”
I peeked at the clock, though. And it still wasn’t even seven in the morning.
“Maybe I can do this,” I murmured.
