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It must be a hotel employee, or maybe Olivia planned to have something delivered to the room.
I made sure the robe was secured tightly around my body and unlocked the door. I pushed it open slightly, just enough to see who knocked.
Ryan’s large frame came into view, and my breath hitched.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Juliet
“If you’ve locked yourself out or something, I don’t–-”
Ryan pushes into my room and backs me against the wall.
His emerald eyes are wild and feral.
“What the hell are you doing?” I try to sound confident in my words, but the truth is being this close to him is making my heart slam against my chest.
“I knew it,” he replied, his eyes darkening by the second.
I scoff. “Knew what, exactly? That you’re deranged and just completely crossed every single professional boundary by barging into my room?”
He shakes his head, mocking me.
“That you would get jealous the moment I gave anyone else the time of day.”
It takes every bit of self-control not to squirm.
“I wasn’t jealous, I just have no interest in watching you whore yourself out to some random girl in Seattle.”
He inches closer so that our bodies are so close to touching that I can almost feel his heat.
“Admit it,” he growls out, clenching his jaw.
I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“There is nothing to admit. Just because I don’t want to sit third-wheel while you fuck your way across the west coast doesn’t mean I want you.”
His head dips down until his forehead is pressed to my jaw, his lips so close to my neck that there is no way he can’t feel my pulse quickening.
“Admit it.”
This time it’s only a whisper.
I close my eyes, trying to imagine I am anywhere but here. The heat building in every single part of my body makes that nearly impossible.
Think of Alyssa. Think of work. Think of snotty Valerie and her shitty ideas. Think of anything, literally anything but the God of a man standing before you.
It’s no use.
“I—I can’t,” I exhale, and he brings his palm to my cheek.
His thumb traces tiny shapes on my skin, and I shudder.
“I mean it, Ryan. We can’t—I can’t.
His hands land on each of my shoulders and trace the length of my body until they reach the curve of my waist.
He brings his lips to my ear, and his voice is so raspy I can barely hold myself upright any longer.
