Page 44 of Mechanic

Roderick

Ahand smacking me in the face has my eyes popping open. It takes me a few minutes to realize that Antonia has shifted in her sleep.

Never have I ever fallen so easily into a relationship with a woman. Usually, I keep myself almost standoffish.

Gently moving out from under her small frame, I use the bathroom before pulling on my boxers and heading to the kitchen.

A quick check of the time shows it’s ten in the morning. Fighting back a yawn, I start the coffee maker before moving back to the bedroom. Both of us work odd hours, and if she has to work today, I don’t want her to be late.

“Antonia,” I say softly, giving her shoulder a gentle shake.

She doesn’t move.

“Antonia,” I try again, speaking a little louder and shaking a little harder.

This time, she gives me a soft moan in response.

My lips twitch in amusement. After she had woken my dick up, rubbing up against me in her sleep, I woke her in the middle of the night to take care of it. Antonia must have been dreaming when she rubbed her ass against me, so it’s no wonder she’s tired.

“Antonia!” I say loudly, causing her to startle in surprise due to my volume.

“What?!” she asks, pushing herself up on her elbows as her gaze moves around the room in alarm.

Using one hand to push the hair out of her eyes, the blankets fall to her waist. Her tits bounce with the movement, drawing my focus to her chest. Her nipples stiffen due to the cold air. Fisting my hands in an attempt to stay on task, I get to the reason I came back in here.

“I made coffee. I wasn’t sure if you had to work today, and I didn’t want you to be late.”

Antonia’s face scrunches as her gaze moves to the alarm clock next to the bed. She says nothing. Just grabs the blankets and pulls them up over her head before flopping back down. She mutters as she pulls a pillow over her head.

“Late shift, going back to sleep.”

She does just that. Her muffled words no sooner reach my ears as they are followed by a muffled snore.

Smiling softly, I gather my clothes from the floor before moving back into the living room. The coffee is ready by the time I return from the bedroom. Tossing my clothes over the back of the couch, I grab a cup to drink as I get dressed.

Pouring myself a second cup, I take my time, enjoying the solitude being here grants me. Grabbing my phone, I use the time to check my email and text messages.

Coming here and getting away from my responsibilities at the hotel and casino is nice. No one knows where I am. They can’t come knocking on my door at all hours of the day or night.

Almost two hours later, I give up wasting time waiting for Antonia to get out of bed.

Placing a kiss on her forehead, I chuckle at the woman’s antics as she pulls the covers back up over her head and shifts to the center of the bed.

I’m in the Poker Room checking on some last-minute details. Noticing some of the liquor bottles are low, I make sure we have at least one backup.

Housekeeping arrives moments later to freshen up the room and restock the supplies in the restroom.

No sooner than housekeeping leaves, catering arrives to begin their setup. Once the chafing dishes are filled with hot weather and the Sternos lit, they disappear.

Once again, I’m left alone. With nothing else to do, for now, at least, I take a seat on the couch and check my messages.

The door opens again, and I finish composing my reply to an email before raising my head.

Jaw hanging open and eyes bugging from my head, I jump to my feet. Disregarding my phone, it falls from my lap to the floor with a soft bounce as my head tries to make sense of the sight before me.

Staring at each other, neither of us says a word. Anger fills me with someone’s bad idea of a joke.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I say through gritted teeth.

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