No, she hasn’t. That’s the fucking problem.
I know I’m not imagining the things we did, the sounds she made, or the fact her walls clenched around me countless times. My mouth has touched every part of her body, yet she has gone on as though that night never existed. Does she even know it was me?
She’d better fucking know it was me.
“I’ll go apologize,” I say tightly, planning on getting some answers as well.
That damn girl has my head all screwed up, and I need things to be right again. It doesn’t make sense. None of this.
“Where’d Tria go?” I ask Corbin. Dane might chew me out right now, so I’d rather avoid him for a while.
Corbin snickers while motioning to the rooftop elevator.
“She just headed down. Some guy went with her to make sure she made it to her room safely.”
I’m going to have a brain aneurism.
“What guy?” I snarl, and he tilts his head, confused or amused—I’m not sure which.
“I don’t know him. Why?”
Sucking in a painful breath, I manage to rein in my temper long enough to get through this asinine conversation. “Rain is making me apologize, and I don’t want too many people that know me to witness it.”
It’s a shitty lie, but he buys it, shrugging as I walk toward the elevator. I stab the button over and over until the doors open, and then I press the button for her floor just as furiously.
How can she just walk off with some guy?
The elevator takes its sweet time descending, but after an excruciating twenty seconds, the doors finally open to Tria’s floor. I’m glad no one asked me why I didn’t need to know her room number. I didn’t think about that posing questions.
I only asked the flirty desk clerk what room Tria was in because I wanted to make sure to avoid that room. That’s it. I had no intentions of using such knowledge for any other reason. Nope. No other reason at all.
My palms start sweating like I’m a nervous kid at a middle-school dance the second I reach her door, and I loosen my tie while nervously clearing my throat. Like a fucking idiot, I lean my ear against the door and listen for voices.
It’s quiet, though. No sounds at all.
After shrugging off the unprecedented nerves, I finally summon the necessary courage to knock. The sound of feet shuffling toward the door catches my attention, and then I hear more silence before a few muttered curses behind the door.
I probably should have covered the peephole.
“Go away,” she says.
“I came to apologize. Open the door.” I can’t help but give her my best grin, even though the effect probably isn’t as strong through the distorting lens of the peephole.
“You don’t need me to open the door for that.”
Shit. Why did I get myself into this mess?
“Just open the door. Rain will come down here any minute to find out if we’re—”
The door swings open, and I swallow the rest of my words when Tria stands before me in nothing but a towel. Her wet hair is hanging down in sexy locks, letting trickles of the chlorine water ride the swells of her breasts and gather in her cleavage.
My jaw goes slack, my eyes become transfixed, and all my blood drains south.
“I really don’t give a damn if Rain comes down here. You wanted her attention, apparently. Now you have it. Glad I could play your pawn.”
Her bitter words snap me out of my trance, and I look up to meet her eyes again. My eyes narrow as I force my way into the room, trying not to enjoy the way she stumbles backwards when I get too close.
When the door shuts, her eyes look at it like she’s plotting her escape.
“I wasn’t trying to get Rain’s attention. You were pissing me off.”
Her eyebrows go up in surprise, and then she gives me the sexiest glare I’ve ever seen, even though I’m sure it is supposed to be warding me off instead of enticing me.
“I wasn’t doing a damn thing to you. I’ve stayed out of the way since we got here, just like I always do.”
I take another step forward, and she quickly takes one backward to compensate for the reduced distance, expanding it once again.
“You were talking to some douche, laughing with him, and letting him touch you.”
She stares at me for a moment—lost, I think. Then she laughs humorlessly while shaking her head and turning her back on me.
“I can’t believe this. You’ve acted like we didn’t spend a night together since you left my hotel room, and now you’re pissed because someone else is interested?”
She turns back to face me, clearly amused by the fact I’m making an ass out of myself.
“Don’t kid yourself, Tria. That prick couldn’t keep his eyes off Rain. You were just going to be the consolation prize.”