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“It’s me.”
Rafael.
I peek through the peephole. It’s him. My lower belly clenches tight enough to wake my pussy, as I open the door, hoping some resolve blows in with him.
27
LEXIE
“Hi.”
“Don’t look so surprised. It’s still my apartment.”
I’m aware—painfully aware. “I’m only surprised you knocked.”
He snickers before skimming my body, his lecherous eyes latching onto my nipples long enough for them to harden into tight peaks and push against my cami, in case he missed them.
“It’s late. I didn’t want to alarm you. Were you in bed?”
I shake my head. “Everything okay at Sirena?”
“Yeah. The band’s manager brought in some girls he was trying to impress, and two of them weren’t old enough to be in the club. He told Stella that if the girls had to leave, he would leave, too, and take the band with him. But it’s all good.”
His voice has that deceptive butteriness about it that lulls people who break his rules into a false sense of security. “Why do I think it might not be so good for the manager?”
One corner of his mouth curls. “I need to grab a couple things from the closet. I’ll only be a minute.” He glances down at my breasts again, and then directly into my eyes.
I shiver and wrap my arms around myself as I lead us farther into the apartment. I’m sure he’s checking out my ass, but at least I can’t see it. Not because I don’t like his heated gaze that always promises sin. But because I like it too damn much.
“I was just texting with Valentina,” I tell him when we get to the living area.
His face goes blank, and I realize I shouldn’t have brought it up.
“How’s Athens?” he asks, recovering quickly.
“Old and hot.” Valentina didn’t say either of those things, but it was my impression the first time I visited Athens. I was eight, it was August, and the ruins of the Parthenon didn’t impress me as much as the hotel pool. He’s mouthwatering and my brain is blathering nonsense that hopefully won’t reach my mouth.
I point toward the guest bedroom. “I’ll just hang out in my room and let you get what you need in peace.” Before I say—or worse, do—something stupid.
Rafael cocks his head. “You’re using the guest room?”
“Yes. Am I not supposed to?”
“Why?” he demands, totally ignoring my question. “It’s small and not as comfortable. Why don’t you just take the large bedroom?”
His room. The one that was our room for a short time.
Because it’s hard enough to be in the apartment—you’re everywhere. But in the bedroom? There are too many memories there. I keep the door closed and I don’t peek in.
“I like the showerhead better in the guest bathroom.”
His eyes twinkle.
Oh God. “I mean—it’s not what you think.”
“No judgment here,” he says wryly. “You should use whatever showerhead makes you feel good.”
“I’m going to lie down.” Because even though I don’t think I could possibly embarrass myself any more than I already have, I’m not taking any chances. “Good night.”
