Page 25 of Resisting You
Holy. God.Sheknew?
“Um… yes. Yeah. I just wasn’t sure if he was already upstairs or not,” I said, trying not to stammer over my correction.
“I haven’t seen him come in yet.”
Well, at least there was that. I would have a little time to set my stuff down and maybe even find a rental on VRBO or Airbnb or something before he made it back.
I finished off what was left of my iced coffee before tossing the empty cup into the garbage can beside the front desk, then grabbed the keycard giving Michelle a final, parting smile.
The Maple Grove Inn wasn’t huge by any means, but it was large enough to have an elevator at the back of the grand staircase. And Noah’s suite was on the top floor.
Just as I reached room 610, my cell phone buzzed from within my purse.
Balancing the box of half a dozen cupcakes in my hand, I grabbed from deep within my pocket and nearly groaned when I saw my mother’s name blinking on the screen.
I couldn’t avoid them forever. And I’d already silenced two of their calls today during Noah’s sister’s wedding.
I slid my thumb across the screen and pinned the phone between my shoulder and ear as I slid the keycard into the door. The lock beeped and turned green.
“Hey Mama.”
“Hey Mama?!” she shrieked. “You ignore my calls all day and then all I get is hey mama!?”
I sighed and yanked my rolling luggage over the threshold, letting the door shut behind me.
Holy cow… I had to hand it to the Maple Grove Inn. This suite was gorgeous. I kicked off my heels and let my aching feet sink into the plush, cream colored rug. The accent wall was adorned with a gray and white damask wallpaper. The bedding on the California King was a heather gray to match with silk pillows in varying sizes. The suite had a small kitchen and asitting area. It was like a gorgeous studio apartment you might find in the West Village.
“Rosalina Maria Alvarez! Are you there?” Mama snapped.
“Sorry. Yes, mama. I’m not ignoring you. I was busy all day. This was the first minute I had to answer.”
“Busy withwhat?”
I paused before answering. What were the chances news had spread to California about mine and Noah’s wedding? It wasn’t in the papers yet that Francesca Reyes’ daughter had married Noah… I was still just some unknown woman to the eyes of the papers.
God, I hoped it stayed that way.
“I… I was at a friend’s wedding.”
“Whose?”
“You remember Hazel? From undergrad? She eloped last night. And then today, um, another friend you haven’t met had a garden wedding.”
Mama scoffed. “Eloped? How trashy. I swear to you, Rosalina, if you were to ever elope and deny me my right as mother of the bride—me cago en la mar!”
Oh, boy.This conversation was going South fast.
I wasn’t sure if it was the nerves of talking to my mother, the secret marriage I was hiding from her, or just the fact that I’d guzzled a 24 oz cold brew in less than thirty minutes, but I suddenly had to pee.
“Um, Mama…” I paused, looking around for a door that might be a bathroom and found it near the bedroom area. I grabbed the handle of the door, yanking it open. “I need to run. I’m sorry it was so short. I promise to call you when I’m back in the—penis!”
I yelped and nearly dropped the phone. There, standing in the bathroom was a fully naked Noah, drying off after a shower.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Holy hell, he was gorgeous. All Adonis tanned skin pulled tightly over roped muscles. And the sexiest little birthmark on his pelvis, just beside his…
“When you’re back in the what?!” Mama screeched in my ear and woke me up from my shock.
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Not only did I walk in on Noah naked, but I’d just spent several seconds staring, no doubt with drool dripping from the corner of my mouth.
