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I would also like to peel that romper off.
Find out what kind of underwear she’s wearing only to peel that off as well.
“You’re quiet,” she says as we make it back to the hotel and the elevators. “Have you lost your voice?”
“Not even a little,” I say. “Just thinking inappropriate things.”
“Oh, are those things about me?”
“Always, babe,” I answer, squeezing her hand.
“Such a charmer.” She presses the up button and then twirls into me, her hand to my chest. “When we get in our room, I’m ripping these clothes off, so I hope you’re ready.”
“You are?” I ask, eyebrows up to my hairline. “What, uh, what do you plan on doing after you take your clothes off?”
“Snuggling into my pillow and passing out of course. What did you think I was going to do?” The elevator dings, and she pulls me in with her.
“I don’t know. I mean, if you need a massage or anything, just let me know. I’m your guy.”
“I’m sure you are.”
When we reach our floor, she drags me down the hall to our room where I drape my arm over her shoulder as she unlocks it. Once we’re in our room, door shut, she reaches behind her and undoes her romper, letting it fall to the ground, just like she said, leaving her in a thong and a strapless bra.
Hell.
In a haze, I kick my shoes and socks off, then pull my shirt up and over my head and drop that on the floor as I work my way to the bathroom, where I find Myla completely naked.
“Myla,” I groan as I turn back around. “Come on.”
“What?” she asks through toothpaste gathered in her mouth. “You’ve seen me naked.”
“Yeah, but you’re hot as fuck, and I’m already struggling to keep my hands to myself, so you naked is not helping.”
“Toss me one of your shirts then.”
I grab one of my Bobbies shirts from my suitcase, then toss it into the bathroom.
“Thank you,” she calls out. After a moment, I hear, “Okay, I’m decent.”
I walk back into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush. I keep my eyes straight ahead so I’m not tempted to look at her as I prep my toothbrush and start brushing. It takes all but ten seconds before I glance her way and catch her staring at me.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re sexier,” she says. “Not that you weren’t sexy before, but you’re more muscular, more ripped. Your abs are more defined. What’s that about?”
I glance down at my stomach and then back up. “I don’t know,” I answer and then spit out my toothpaste.
“Is this a revenge body or something?”
I chuckle. “No.” I brush my tongue and then rinse my mouth. “Now get out of here. I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Fine,” she says, but as she walks by me, she drags her fingers along my back. When I glance over my shoulder at her, she just smiles and then heads into the bedroom.
I don’t know what she’s up to, but she has a look in her eyes, something devilish. Normally, I would be on high alert, but the wine has caused me to feel love drunk, and I couldn’t care less what happens tonight.
Once I take care of my business and strip down to just my underwear, I go back into the bedroom where Myla is in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I flip off the light and go to my side, where I slip under the cool covers.
“It’s chilly in here,” I say.
