Page 31 of In the Nick of Time
Nick laughed as he sat up. The sheet pooled messily around his waist, giving Doug a tantalizing glimpse of a naked hip.
“Hah! I knew it. You aren’t even fifteen years older than me.”
“Older enough. Why are we having this discussion?”
“Because.”
Doug glared.
Nick grinned. “Fine. What’s the plan today?”
That was a damn good question.
“We need to check in. Report what’s happened so far.”
Which wasn’t much, although Doug was extremely curious about the man who’d followed Nick into the restroom. Doug had been playing a hand and watching out for Nick at the same time. 20/10 vision and he still hadn’t gotten a good look at the guy from across the room. Very irritating. It made Doug wonder if the stranger used some kind of glamour to keep from being noticed. There were folks out there who could do that and if they were able to control their power, it could be put to nefarious uses—a wrinkle that Doug did not need.
“Tell me again about the man in the restroom.”
“Really? All this work and no morning sex?”
“Agent Sedgewick.”
Nick wrinkled his nose, which Doug should not find endearing. But he did.
“Fine. No sex. But I know that, once this gig is over, I’ll never be lucky enough again to be stuck with a sexy man and only onebed. This is the kind of thing fantasies are made of. From?” He waved a hand. “Whatever.”
“I’m going to take a shower. Then check emails and possibly call the office.”
“Naked? I didn’t hear anything about getting dressed in there. And shouldn’t we shower together? Isn’t there a water shortage in Vegas?”
Nick had a point.
“I knew takinga shower with you would take just as long as if we’d taken separate showers,” Doug muttered.
“Maybe,” Nick conceded with a happy sigh, “but good blow jobs take time. They are works of art, not to be hurried.”
Doug was feeling as relaxed as he had been in quite a while, since long before Rich took off. Turning his back on the still naked Nick, he picked out a light blue polo shirt, slacks, and fresh boxers, and proceeded to get dressed.
His laptop sat on the tiny workstation in the corner of the room. Lifting the lid, Doug sat down in the uncomfortable chair and cracked his knuckles. What was it about hotel room chairs? Management clearly did not want guests staying inside and working.
Before logging on, Doug remembered that he wanted to hear a sober account of the strange incident the night before. He spun around in the chair to face Nick.
Who was still not fully dressed, although he had managed to drag on a pair of extremely sexy Calvin Kleins that only emphasized his already very nice package.
“Get dressed. I can’t focus with you like that. And it,” Doug said before Nick could, “has nothing to do with my age and you know it.”
“Mr. Grumpy Pants is back,” Nick said, laughing.
Doug mentally rolled his eyes. It was proving difficult to maintain a decent level of grumpiness around Agent Nick Sedgewick.
“Go over again what happened last night. In the bathroom,” Doug clarified. Otherwise, he was certain he’d be regaled with a blow-by-blow of the entire evening.
“I was in a stall when I heard him come in. I hoped he’d leave before I was done, or at least that he’d be in his own stall. In my opinion, there is nothing weirder than making eye contact with a random stranger in a bathroom. But no such luck. I came out and started to wash my hands. He was looking in the mirror, like leaning close to it, which was odd enough. Then he asked me if I had fingernail clippers. Which was even odder. I said no. Where would I have put them? Clippers would’ve ruined the lines of my outfit.”
“Focus, Nick.”
“Right. Anyway, I started to leave, and he grabbed—no,” Nick corrected, “he put his hand on my arm.”
