“This is Twila’s room. The bathroom is jack-and-jill so make sure you lock it from the other side, so I don’t accidentally walk in on you showering or doing something else.”
“Like jerking off?”
“Nick,” she wanted to question everything she knew about this man as he continued to behave outrageously. This was not the man she’d known for five years. Her boss, the man she knew in New York, was the epitome of straightlaced and reserved and would never have flirted with her. In the last hour he’d kissed her and now he was talking dirty. It was making her confused.
“Your room is right through there?” He was leaning his head sideways to look through to her space.
“Yes.”
“Interesting.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “What’s to stop me from crossing the hall to come find you?”
“My foot in you
