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Mateo's eyes widened for a moment before he schooled his features. "Of course, sir. I'll get it for you right away."
I almost snorted. Good luck finding a coffee shop in this neighborhood. He'd have to drive at least ten blocks to find the nearest coffee shop, and I do mean drive. Guy like him? He'd be mugged before he reached the end of the block.
I flipped the blankets back, frowning when I saw I was only dressed in my boxers. I don't remember going to bed in boxers. I didn't own any boxers, and even if I did, who the hell wore silk boxers?
Whatever.
I absently scratched my chest, yawning as I stood and started for the bathroom. Room full of suits or not, a guy had needs, and this guy needed to pee.
I quickly took care of business, washed my hands, and then stared at myself in the mirror. I actually looked better than I had in awhile. Must have been all the sleep, which had been sorely lacking as of late.
I jumped when there was a sudden knock on the bathroom door. "Yes?"
"I have clothes and a shower kit for you, sir."
It sounded like Mateo, but I thought he had gone for coffee.
I reached over and pulled the door open.
It was Mateo.
"Your coffee is on the way, sir. It should be here by the time you get out of the shower." He held up a suit bag and a small black shaving bag. "Vito asked me to give these to you."
"Vito?" Who the hell was that?
"My apologies, sir," Mateo replied. "Vittorio Antonelli. I believe you met him last night."
"Oh, right, him." I squinted at suit guy. "He's real?"
Mateo smiled as if my words amused him. "Yes, sir, very real."
Huh.
I had been convinced that he was a figment of my imagination. A really sexy, yet totally scary figment.
I needed more sleep.
I took the suit bag and the shaving kit and then shut the door. I hung the suit on the back of the door and placed the shaving kit on the counter before opening it up. Razor, shaving cream, toothbrush, toothpaste, and some high end looking cologne I had never heard of, but it smelled nice.
I left it all in the bag and climbing into my itty bitty shower. It kind of reminded me of a Borg maturation chamber. It was so small, if I put my hands on my waist and stuck my elbows out, I would touch both sides of the shower stall. I wasn't about to complain, though. Mine was one of the few apartments in the building that had their own bathroom.
I paid extra for that privilege.
I washed my hair and then did a quick scrub down on my body before turning the shower off and climbing out. The towel was still hanging on the bar so the suits must not have packed this room yet.
I dried off and then wrapped the towel around my waist and tucked the end in so it wouldn't fall of. I grabbed the shaving cream and lathered up the airs I wanted to touch on and began shaving.
There was no way in hell I was touching my mustache or the low cut beard that went along the edge of my jaw line. It took me too long to grow the damn things.
I was pulling the razor along the edge of my jaw when someone knocked on the door. The sudden sound made me jerk, digging the edge of the razor into my skin.
"Fuck!" I dropped the razor onto the counter and grabbed some toiler paper to dab at the small trail of blood trickling down my neck.
"Sir?"
I growled as I reached over and yanked the door open. "What?"
Mateo's eyes rounded as he held up a clear plastic cup with brown liquid and ice in it. "Um, your coffee, sir."
