Page 90 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I run my hand over his thick pecs, and I notice that his nipples have gotten hard, pointing against the fabric of his shirt.
“It’s best that you are,” I say. “Because I can tell you right now if you ever came up to me, walls down, defenses turned off, and ready to take me up against the wall…there is no way in hell I would stop you.”
His teeth roll over the edge of his lip. “Not the right answer, Sloane.”
“But it’s the correct one.”
I cinch my robe around my waist and step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where Hudson is freshly showered and wearing a pair of briefs, looking better than he was this morning. He’s still moving slow, but he said the IV helped a lot, which is great. Especially since he’s been able to keep water down.
“I love that shower,” I say as I dry my hair with my towel.
Hudson glances over at me. “The water pressure is perfect.”
“It is. I could have stayed all day, but the timer they put in the shower made me think about my water choices.”
“Yeah, I saw that. Made me move faster too.”
“I love this hotel. I think it’s one of the nicest I’ve ever stayed in, well, besides the St. Hopper in Bora Bora, but not many hotels can beat bungalows over water.”
“Or Hopper Hotels,” he says reluctantly.
“I’m assuming you refuse to stay in one now.”
“You would assume right,” Hudson says as he makes his way to his side of the bed and slowly sits.
“Do you need anything?”
“No,” he says softly, then lies back on the bed. “I have water. I should be good.”
“Do you feel nauseous anymore?” I finish drying my hair and pick up my brush from the counter and start getting the tangles out.
“No. Feeling better, just exhausted.” He lets out a sigh. “Never having chicken on an airplane again.”
“Don’t blame you. Chicken and champagne, I’m sure you’ll regret the combo for a very long time.”
“Yup.” He checks his phone, and I take that moment to finish getting ready for bed.
It’s early, around 6:00 p.m., but we’re both so exhausted and jet-lagged that we decided to call it a night.
When I’m finished in the bathroom, I turn out the light and head over to the closet, where our clothes have been hung up and put into drawers. I find my pajamas in one of the drawers but also spot a stack of Hudson’s shirts. And I tell myself not to remind myself of what Melva said about making him think I’m completely uninterested, but after the last few days, I just don’t think I can do it anymore.
Not when he’s acting the way he is now.
Appreciative.
Affectionate.
Like he can actually stand to look at me.
Who knows, maybe this could be the start of a friendship at the very least. So I grab one of his shirts, slip out of my robe, and pull it over my head. For a second, I bring the collar to my nose and take a big whiff. God, he smells so good. I could be happy just wrapped up in this.
Pleased with my choice, I exit the closet and enter the bedroom, where I round the bed and turn on the light on my nightstand. He’s still on his phone when I climb under the covers. I kind of wish he saw what I was wearing, but then again, he’s lost an entire day of work, and I’m sure he’s wanting to catch up on running his empire.
I plug my phone in to charge and turn off my light.
I let out a large yawn. Unsure what else to do, I turn away and adjust my pillow.
“Tomorrow,” he says in a distant, distracted voice. “Etiquette classes.”
