Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Nope.
I stayed in Luca Grassi's shirt.
I tried to convince myself this was being prudent, not dirtying another set of clothes.
But I knew the truth.
I wanted to wear it.
Chapter Seven
Luca
I should have fallen right to sleep.
I was exhausted even after my nap earlier.
But as tired as I was, I couldn't force unconsciousness.
Instead, I lay awake listening to Romy move around her room, putting her new items away. Like me, mind too active to sleep.
Though I very much doubted her mind was on what my mind was on.
Namely how much I liked the look of her in my shirt, the way it cut a little high on her thigh, showing off most of her long, tanned legs. I also found my thoughts consumed with the fact that I knew she wasn't wearing panties underneath.
Was that fucked? Especially given the situation?
Yep.
But it was the truth regardless.
It was nearly light out before I finally passed out, catching just about two hours before my phone started ringing, demanding I get up, get my day started, knowing my men would start showing up since we couldn't talk about anything important over the phone.
Clearly, I wasn't used to sharing a space with an unknown woman.
Because I didn't even think twice about charging into the bathroom even though the door had been closed.
So in I charged, coming to an abrupt stop at the sight in front of me as Romy let out a startled gasp.
Her hair was a wavy mass around her shoulders, her eyes wide awake despite not getting much more sleep than I had.
She was gorgeous.
Even first thing in the morning.
But that wasn't what made it feel like I'd been knocked in the chest.
Oh, no.
That was because she had her foot propped up on the counter, soap covering most of her skin, which meant that not only was her leg and thigh on display.
Oh, no.
Because she wasn't wearing pants—or panties—the entire side of her round ass was as well.
Desire was a kickstart to my system, making my cock harden, and making my breathing shallow out.
Even as Romy yanked her leg down, letting the shirt fall back into place.
"I, ah, I thought I locked the door," she said, a razor still in her hand.
"I should have knocked," I told her, shaking my head, embarrassed for the invasion as the need to reach out and touch her gripped my system.
"I'll get out. I can finish this later."
"No." The word slipped out too quickly, a bit desperate, and I wondered if she knew it was because I was battling a raging fucking hard-on and didn't want her to know. I needed to go back to my room and take a couple deep breaths, get my shit together. "It's fine. Finish up. Let me know when you're out," I told her, going back out, shutting the door, leaning back against the wall directly outside, eyes closing, taking a shaky breath.
"You gonna try to say that was a mistake?" Lucky asked, making my eyes shoot open, finding him standing there with a takeaway coffee in his hand, giving me a smirk.
"You better have brought one of those for me," I told him, knowing it was going to be a long day.
"I didn't bring shit. Your Senior Kiss-Ass brought something for everyone. Even that pretty girl in there."
"How did Dario know what she would want?" I asked, ideas of going back to bed forgotten.
"He brought her four different things," Lucky said, shaking his head. "Like I said, kiss-ass."
"Easy," I told him, knowing the two didn't get on well, but not wanting any outward animosity among my men. It made us look weak.
We all talked business, compared notes about what everyone had learned so far. Which wasn't much, but it had only been a few hours.
About ten minutes later, I could feel the air in the room change, knowing that Romy had walked in behind me, making me turn to find her standing there in black leggings and a gray tank top, her hair falling around her bare shoulders.
No bra.
Which was made pretty obvious by the cold air and the thin material, making that desire issue rear up once again.
"Oh, hey," she said, looking off-put at the men gathered around her gaze going to me first. "I'm all done in there," she told me, giving me a small smile.
I gave her a nod. "Dario brought you some coffee options. Pick one out. I'll be back in ten," I told her, watching as her gaze went to Lucky, her second friendly face since Michael was off his shift, replaced with some guys she didn't know.
With that, I took a quick shower, reaching down, knowing I would never be able to think straight if I didn't deal with some of the desire already. With images of Romy in my head, it wasn't exactly a drawn-out affair.