Page 41 of When He Lies
He let her go. Backed away. Nearly hit the edge of the shower. “Bells?” His eyes narrowed. “Fuck!”
If only.
She grabbed a fluffy robe and yanked it around her body. “I’m assuming…” Simone stopped and cleared her throat. “I’m assuming this swanky place has some sort of doorbell for each suite? That’s the sound I’m hearing?”
He reached into the shower and turned off the water. “Yes.” A hiss.
“Then we have company.” Company who had just interrupted before they could cross a very big line. Maybe it was for the best. Sex with Ryan probably would have been a major mistake.
But, oh, she bet it would have felt incredible.
Simone belted the robe with fingers that shook. “Why do we have company? And is it the kind of company that is here to potentially kill us?”
He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips. Water trickled down his chest. That fantastic chest. “Stay here.” He anchored the towel against his left hip and strode out.
She watched him go. “Yeah, sure, no problem. I’ll just stay in the bathroom and wait to see if we live or die. Cool.”
He froze in the doorway. Then Ryan glanced back at her. “I’m damn well not dying before I fuck you.”
Her lips parted, but she could not speak. No flippant remark at all because his words had sounded entirely like a vow.
The door clicked closed behind him.
Her hands shoved into the pockets of her robe. “Good to know,” she whispered. Very, very good to know.
Chapter Ten
He paused to peer through the peephole on the suite’s main door, even though Ryan was pretty sure he knew the identity of the guest who’d just interrupted at the worst possible time ever.
Sure enough, his MI6 contact, Harry Wilson, waited.
Sighing heavily, Ryan yanked open the door.
Harry blinked. His mouth gaped. His stare swept over Ryan’s body.
“Yo, eyes here.” Ryan pointed toward his eyes.
Harry’s gaze jerked back up. “Why are you wearing a towel?”
“Because you interrupted me while I was in the shower.” No, actually, it had been way, way worse than that. A thousand times worse. You interrupted me when I was touching the sweetest heaven ever. I had just dipped my finger into Simone’s tight, hot core.
He should punch the bastard for that sin.
“You…uh, can we talk inside the suite?” Harry asked, craning to look behind him.
Fine. Ryan tossed out a hand and grabbed the MI6 agent by the shirtfront. He hauled Harry inside, slammed the door, and locked it. “Better?” Ryan asked as he stalked away from the guy.
“Uh, yeah. It is better.” Harry followed on his heels as Ryan made his way to the small sitting room area. “Look, you need to know, I checked with my supervisors, and they do not like this plan. They think you should be in hiding. Not checking in to the most expensive hotel in London.”
“Good thing I don’t report to your supervisors, huh?”
“It’s a joint operation. And MI6 is footing the bill!”
Ryan shrugged as he turned toward Harry. “Then I’ll pay. Whatever.” He could handle it. Not like he normally talked about his actual finances. He’d chosen the hotel for its security. Finding a safe place for Simone had been a necessity. If MI6 was balking at the bill, he’d just cover the expense.
“My supervisors are also, uh, not sure about the situation with Simone Sailor. They want her brought in for questioning.”
Footsteps. Soft, padding footsteps that came from the bathroom. He whirled, and sure enough, looking far too sexy in a white robe, Simone headed for him and Harry. Her wet hair slid over her shoulders. Her beautiful face showed her curiosity, and her gorgeous eyes gleamed. “Brought in…where?” Simone asked with raised eyebrows.
