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I slide off the windowsill and shove the underwear onto my body. “Should I put on my?—”
“You can leave the jersey on.” He rolls his big shoulders, his muscles bulging, then hangs his head and turns around. “Start explaining.”
“I thought you’d be out all night.” I tell him about the party in the room I was staying in.
“Why aren’t you in a room of your own?”
“I didn’t know how hard it would be to find one! My dad has always booked me a room before.”
He covers his face with his hands. “All right. You can stay here. Let me grab some stuff and?—”
“No!” I launch myself at him, grabbing at his arms. “God, please don’t give me your room and leave. That’s mortifying. Just let me?—”
A knock at the door, followed by a muted“Room service” completes my utter embarrassment.
“That was fast,” Trick says, confused.
“I, uh, ordered something,” I admit.
He gives me a look of disbelief. “Jesus, Sin, just make yourself at home.”
“That was the plan,” I mutter.
He answers the door, signs for my food, and brings the tray in, setting it down on the bed with a clatter.
“I was going to say, let me eat and then I’ll get out of your hair,” I say mulishly.
“I’m not letting you run around the hotel. Sit your ass down and we’ll figure out where I can go.”
“I told you,I’mnot lettingyou?—”
“Which one of us is the adult here?” he snaps.
My mouth falls open and silence falls between us. I can feel my cheeks turning red.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Weird. It’s what yousaid.”
“I know you’re a grown up now. But you can’t— You’re still a girl—I won’t fucking apologize for wanting to keep you safe!”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You weren’t even supposed to be here!”
“You didn’t think that a forty-two-year-old man might be fucking tired after all that?”
“You told me to leave because the party was going to get wild!”
“I told you to leave because I didn’t want anyone else looking at you.”
Silence falls again.
He groans. “Fuck, Sinclaire.Ishouldn’t look at you, either.”
“What?” The word slides out of me in a shocked, confused whisper.
“Forget I said that.”
“Forget? Oh, no, Trick Lowry. That one’s going in the spank bank.” I spin around, furious now. I need more clothes than I’m currently wearing. I need more clothes than I packed.
