CHAPTER 23
ELI BENNETT WATCHED as Ashlyn turned towards the door. Who was there? From the looks of the furnishings, that fine establishment didn’t offer room service.
“Give me two seconds,” she said.
Her iPad camera gave Eli a good view of the room, and he watched her dusky silhouette walk towards the door. He’d never get tired of those curves. His fingers itched to touch them, caress them, even for one night.
But still a fear of rejection held him back. He reached up a hand and ran his index finger along the network of scars on the left-hand side of his face. Two thick, red lines and three thinner white ones—a permanent reminder of his f****d-up teenage years.
Sure, he’d told Ashlyn about the damage. But she hadn’t seen it.
What if she set eyes on him and couldn’t stomach the sight?
