Page 97 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“Alright, don’t have too much fun.”

I walked back into the room, closing the door behind me. Dorie was still sitting in bed, the sheet pulled up to her chin. Her cheeks were flushed bright red. She couldn’t quite meet my eyes.

“I’m so sorry about that,” I said. “I should have checked who it was before opening the door.”

She nodded, still not looking at me. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “It’s not your fault.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take her hand. “Hey,” I said gently. “Look at me.”

Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet mine. The embarrassment was clear on her face.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Cullen’s not going to say anything. Well, he’ll tell your sister, but that’s it. And even if he does, who cares? We’re both adults. We’re not doing anything wrong.”

She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I know. It’s just I’m not used to this. To being caught like this. I feel like a teenager who just got busted by her parents.”

“Cullen isn’t going to tell the guys,” I said.

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “You really believe that?”

I shrugged. “Not really. But hey, if he does tell Eliza, and she tells everyone, I guess that just means this is real. And happening.”

Dorie looked at me, her eyes searching mine. “And you’re okay with that?”

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. I am. Are you?”

She smiled. “Yeah. I think I am.”

We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other, before I leaned in and kissed her. It was soft and sweet, a promise of something more. When I pulled away, she was smiling again.

“Breakfast?” I asked, gesturing toward the room service menu on the nightstand.

She nodded, her smile widening. “Breakfast sounds perfect.”

We ordered a huge spread—pancakes, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, and coffee.

“I’m not sure we’re going to have time to eat all of that,” she said with a laugh.

“We don’t have anywhere to be,” I said. “Our best man and maid of honor duties are done. We’re officially off duty.” I flopped on the bed next to her. “Breakfast will be here in twenty minutes. I have an idea of how we could pass the time.”

She giggled. “You’re insatiable.”

I nodded. “Yep. Got me.”

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said.

“Sounds like a good idea. I’ll come with you.”

She laughed but didn’t protest too much.

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her. She was beautiful—effortlessly so. I felt a strange feeling low in my belly. Something deeper than attraction, something that made me want to pull her closer and never let go.

She turned to me and frowned. “You know, you’re supposed to actually wash yourself in the shower, not just stand there staring.”

I grinned, reaching for the soap. “Oh, I’ll wash. But I might need some help getting to those hard-to-reach places.”

She rolled her eyes but stepped closer. She took the soap from me and slid her hands down my chest in a way that had little to do with actually washing my body. I reached for her, pulling her against me.

“You’re not playing fair,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her temple.