I know him.
“It’s, um… I had a scoop of ice cream.”
“Ice cream?”
We lock eyes.
“Yes. Fruit sorbet.”
There’s no better lie than a half-truth.
“Was it good?” he murmurs, not believing a word I’m saying.
“It was delicious.”
I grin in response. Even if he doesn’t believe me, he has to accept my explanation.
“I need to take a shower,” I say.
“Sure… Go ahead.”
He pushes to his feet.
“I’m gonna go check on Raven,” he says, his cock bouncing as he moves.
I can’t help myself and give him a swift once over.
“Dressed like that?”
My voice is strained, a bit hoarse. Catching a little.
He pivots to face me, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Yeah… What’s the problem?”
His hands latch onto his hips while I move my gaze up and down. His pecs seem even more sculpted, his dick ready to stir at any moment.
He’s not even at her door, and he’s semi-hard.
It’s not like I won’t see his dick entering her tonight. I just want to put some mental space between that moment and the time I spent with her in that hotel.
“There’s no problem,” I say, annoyed. “Don’t they have a dress code in this hotel?” I mutter, unable to suppress the sarcasm dripping in my voice.
“Maybe they have. They haven’t pointed it out to me before.”
“Obviously. Smart people,” I comment, pulling a set of new clothes from the closet. “Well, you do what you want, but she’s probably getting ready for dinner. And you’re going to see her, anyway.”
“Uh-huh…”
He seems sunk in thought. I look at him and straighten my back, a towel in hand.
“What’s the problem?”
“No problem.”
He avoids my eyes.
I drop the towel on the bed and inch closer to him.