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She pushed herself off the bed, then leaned down for one more kiss. Then she scuttled away, hustling toward the bathroom as Jonah eased off the bed behind her. “Let me just grab all my stuff out of here so you can shower and get ready,” she called.
“I’ll just shower at home,” he answered from the other room. “But first I’ll see if I can get this complicated-looking contraption to make us some coffee.”
“And I’m going to see if I can use this complicated-looking contraption to dry my hair.” She pulled the blow dryer off the holder on the wall and started to switch it on when she heard the knock at the door.
She set the dryer down and poked her head out of the bathroom. “That’s housekeeping. I asked them to bring a couple more towels.”
Jonah looked up from his station next to the door, fiddling with the coffeemaker. He wore nothing but a pair of blue-striped boxers, and Kate felt her stomach do a somersault at the sight of all that flesh on display. How was it possible she wanted him again?
“I’ll get it,” he said. “You finish getting ready.”
“Thanks.” She picked up her hairbrush again and watched for a second as he moved toward the door. A faint track of parallel lines ran across one shoulder blade, and she remembered putting them there, raking her nails down his back as she arched under him.
Quit staring, she commanded herself as she slid back into the bathroom and faced the mirror.
Her finger was on the switch of the blow dryer when she heard the thunk of the door handle, followed by Jonah’s voice: “Thanks so much for—oh.”
Silence, followed by a familiar female voice.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Chapter 11
Jonah felt all the blood drain from his head as he stood in the open door and stared at the unexpected visitor.
Footsteps thudded behind him, and he turned to see Kate running into the room with her shirt untucked and her feet still bare. “Amy! What a nice surprise! I thought we were meeting on-set this morning.”
Jonah—who’d been doing his best to keep his lower half hidden behind the door—took a step back as Amy pushed her way into the room. She surveyed him from head to toe and gave a cluck of approval.
“Oh, very nice.” She grinned. “No wonder everyone wants to get your shirt off.”
Jonah did an inward grimace, but ordered himself not to look down at his boxers. If his dick was hanging out the fly, there was no point drawing attention to it. “Amy,” he said. “Nice to see you again.”
Kate had somehow managed to tuck in her shirt while Amy ogled him. She stepped forward now, doing her best to divert the assistant producer’s attention. “What brings you by so early, Aim?”
Amy grinned and folded her arms over her chest. “My morning conference was canceled and you’re always up by five,” she said. “So I figured I’d grab my dress back and borrow your navy one for tonight?”
“Oh?” Kate’s voice sounded high and tight. “What’s tonight?”
He had to admire Kate’s attempt to divert Amy’s attention from the half-naked man in her room. But the look Amy shot him said she wouldn’t be easily distracted.
“My friend Allie is in town visiting her mother in prison, so I’m taking her out to get hammered.” Amy grinned. “Speaking of getting hammered, you must’ve had fun at the swingers’ club.”
“It’s not what it looks like.” Kate glanced at Jonah, and he lifted one eyebrow in response. “Okay. It’s kinda what it looks like.”
“Hey, no judgment.” Amy tucked her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants. “Sorry to catch you off guard. I obviously didn’t expect you to have company at this hour.”
Jonah sighed, wishing he’d at least thought to pull on his jeans. Maybe he could pretend they were reviewing promotional ideas or story arcs or?—
“So you’re sleeping together,” Amy said. She didn’t sound perturbed by it, but Jonah did a mental groan anyway.
“Just this once,” Kate said, and Jonah turned to look at her.
“Okay, twice,” she admitted. “Unless you count that last time when we just?—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Amy waved her hands in the air like an air traffic controller. “Please stop! I don’t need details.” Her gaze flicked back to Jonah’s chest and she gave a salacious grin. “Well, maybe a few details.”
“I think I’ll get dressed now.” Jonah spotted his jeans on the floor behind Kate, so he bent to retrieve them. “Stop looking at my ass,” he muttered.
