Page 168 of Untying the Knot
“Maybe.” I scoot off the lounger. “I’m going to run up to the room and change. I don’t feel comfortable going in a bathing suit and cover-up.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No, don’t leave because I am. Maybe sleep some more.”
“Not as comfortable as being with you.” He stands from the lounger and helps me pack things up. “I might take a shower and order some dinner. How do you feel about ordering room service tonight?”
“That sounds perfect.”
He takes my hand in his, and we walk back to the hotel room together.
I go straight to the bathroom, where I take the quickest shower of my life. I quickly lotion up and then throw on a touch of mascara and put my hair in a tight bun. I walk out into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body that barely covers me.
“Are you trying to get me to tie you up so you don’t leave this room?”
I glance over at him as I pluck a dress from the closet. “Don’t even think about it.”
He laces his hands behind his head and leans against the headboard. “Can I entice you in some way?”
“You can, easily, but you shouldn’t.” I drop my towel, revealing my naked body and causing him to groan.
“Baby, noooo.” He covers his eyes. “Come on.”
I chuckle and slip the dress over my body, sans bra and underwear. “No time for modesty.” I adjust the straps of the maxi dress and say, “Do my boobs look okay? Like not too saggy or anything?”
“Saggy?” Ryot’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. “Myla, your tits are anything but saggy.”
“Are you sure? Should I wear a bra?” I play around with my boobs.
“You should wear a bra.”
“Really?” I ask when I look up at him, and I notice the scowl between his eyes.
“Yes, because I don’t want some guy getting a good look at those hard nipples against that thin fabric.”
I roll my eyes and pick up my phone and clutch. I stick a key card inside and then walk over to the bed, where I rest my hand on his bare chest and plant a kiss on his jaw. “Let’s get some nachos tonight.”
“Text me when you’re done, and I’ll order them.”
“Okay.” I push off his chest to leave, but he snags my wrist and pulls me down on the bed on top of him. “Ryot.” I giggle as his lips find my neck. “I have to go.”
“Or you can just stay here and FaceTime in. I’ll be quiet.”
I laugh some more then grip his head so he’s forced to look at me. “Order the nachos, and then I’ll eat them off you.”
His eyes brighten. “Or . . . I’ll order some queso, and you can lick it off me.”
“Whatever your heart desires.” I pat his cheek, and then he helps me up. “See you in a bit.”
“Hurry up, I’m hungry.” When I glance over my shoulder, he adds, “For you.”
I roll my eyes. “Work on your lines while I’m gone, Bisley.”
He lets out a roar of a laugh just as I leave the hotel room.
It doesn’t take me very long to walk down to the lobby and then to the restaurant where I spot Kelsey and Lottie on the patio with a flight of wine for each of us.
“Hey,” I say, feeling nervous for some reason. “Sorry about the wait, I wanted to change, and then Ryot was being clingy.”
