Page 20 of For Wrath and Redemption
“There isn’t a scenario in the world where I’d be desperate enough to climb into bed with you. Good night.”
I turn my back to the partition, and his low chuckle sounds from the other side. The smile returns to my lips before I can stop it, but I don’t force it away. I let it stay there, and I drift off into a dreamless sleep.
7
JONAH
No one personshould be this loud in the morning.
Claire’s alarm sounded at five thirty.
Five fucking thirty.
Then, it was followed up withnoise. So much noise. Doors slamming. Suitcases banging. Terrible music at max volume. She’s got to be doing it on purpose.
I groan and bury my face in my pillow, but I swear her music gets louder. Jesus Christ, I can’t deal with this for the whole tour. I’ll murder her.
“Can youpleaseshut up? Some of us need to sleep off the jet lag.”
“Oh, good. You’re awake.”
I turn my head toward the voice and find her standing next to my bed in a pair of bike shorts and a sports bra. The sports bra perks me up, but then she pulls the pillow out from under my head and tosses it on the floor. Fuck her great tits. She’s annoying as hell.
“Get up. We’ve got work to do.”
“Go. Away. Aren’t you tired?”
“Jet lag is a state of mind.” Her voice grows distant as she walks away. “And anyway, shouldn’t you be used to it by now? You’re always jetting about the globe.”
I pull the duvet over my head and try to ignore her, but she returns with the scent of coffee accompanying her. I hear her set the coffee mugon the counter, and it softens my mood a little. She brought me coffee. That’s kind.
Then she tugs the duvet off my head, and I hate her again.
“You’re annoying. Leave me alone.”
“And you’re acting like a surly, immature teenager.” She huffs out a laugh. “I’ve got plenty of experience withboyslike you. You have no idea how annoying I can get.”
I lift my head and peek one eye open. “You have a kid?”
She rolls her pretty blue eyes. “I have an older brother, but my mother worked, and my father was a piece of shit, so my brother was my responsibility.” She smirks. “Now get up before I dump ice water on your head.”
I arch a brow. “You wouldn’t.”
“I’ve already got a pitcher ready.” Her smirk transforms into an impish grin. “Don’t underestimate me.”
I met her less than forty-eight hours ago, and already I know not to underestimate her. I don’t doubt she’d dump ice water on me, and she’d probably get a lot of joy out of doing it. I sigh and sit up.
“Are you going to give me this much trouble the whole tour?”
Claire shrugs. “Maybe. Depends on how you behave.”
“Fine.”
I throw off the duvet and stand, revealing my naked body to her. She doesn’t even try to peek. Her eyes stay on my face, and she arches an unimpressed brow. Honestly, it’s a hit to my ego.
“Drink your coffee. Get dressed. We have an appointment at the fitness center in thirty.”
She turns swiftly and disappears behind the glass wall. I take a drink from my mug and watch her silhouette as she moves around on her side of the room. She’s got a nice figure. Smaller than I usually go for, but her tits are a good handful, and she has this slender neck that I could easily wrap my hand around.
