Page 6 of In It to Win It

“I don’t trust anyone to make a sex tape with, but I’d trust you for . . . other things.”

“Oh. I’m good at . . .other things.” Lightning-hot desire jolts straight to my groin.

Her eyes darken and her lips part as she leans forward. My breath sticks in my throat. “Too bad I’ll never know.”

“Ouch.” I sit back, lips pursed.

She laughs lightly.

I shake my head. “Cut off at the knees by a gorgeous woman.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” She pats my shoulder.

Her hand lingers on my shoulder as our eyes connect again. Excitement sparkles through my veins. “You’re just busting my balls, Sunshine. You want to come up to my room with me.”

Her breath hitches.

Leaning closer, I murmur near her ear, “No video, I promise. But I can guarantee you several orgasms.”

“Th-that’s a bold promise.”

“Confident. Also I’m dying to taste you . . . and make you feel good . . .”

“Oh God.” She gulps some wine.

I sit back and try to look casual, but when I meet her eyes, sexual urgency sizzles around us. I finish my beer. As I set it on the table, I lean in close to her ear. “I’m going up to my room. Four fourteen. I’d love for you to join me. Your call.”

I say good night to the others there, who I’ll see tomorrow for the wedding, and stroll out of the bar, across the lobby, and into the elevator.

My skin is prickling and my veins are buzzing as I enter my suite. I flick on a light, the door closing behind me, drop my gift from Théo onto the desk, and stroll over to the window. I have an ocean-view room, and I can see the lights of the Santa Monica Pier, the Ferris wheel glowing against the night sky.

I don’t know if Taylor will come to my room or not. I’m going to be disappointed as hell if she doesn’t, because there’s some crazy chemistry between us. There’s always tomorrow, though. A sexy bridesmaid makes a wedding a little more fun.

I kick off my shoes, sprawl onto the couch in the living room, and pick up the remote for the giant TV. Tomorrow, Théo and the other guys will join me here to get ready for the wedding and have some pictures taken. I’ve got drinks and snacks for the pre-game.

I flick through various channels and end up watching a sports news show even though hockey season hasn’t started yet.

Soon.

After a while, I glumly turn off the TV. She’s not coming.

I stand and as I move toward the bathroom, I hear a soft knock on the door.

My heart kicks against my ribs. I casually stroll to the door, though, and use the peephole.

Taylor.

I drop my forehead against the door, every nerve ending lighting up. Then I yank it open.

She eyes me, her mouth soft and uncertain, her eyes big and luminous. “Hi.”

“Hi, Sunshine.” I step aside so she can come in. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

She walks past me, carrying her purse and gift bag. “You promised me I would.”

A surprised laugh erupts inside me. “So I did.”

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