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By:Jessica Clare


Griffin headed to the bathroom. He shut the door, stripped out of his pants, and climbed back into the shower. Running the water on hot, he soaped up his body for the second time this evening, then took his c**k in his hand and began to stroke it, thinking of Maylee in his shirt. Thinking of pushing her back on his bed and watching the fabric slide up, revealing the full length of her thighs, the pale floss between her legs that would be the color of her brows, and slick, soft lips waiting for his cock-

He came with a grunt, his hand rough as he stroked himself to orgasm. Fucking pathetic that he had to jerk himself off in a hotel bathroom at the thought of his assistant.

He was going to kill Gretchen Petty when he returned, that was for damn sure.

Five minutes later, he was dressed in his sleep pants and climbing into bed when there was a knock at the adjoining door. He tensed, alarm shooting through him, and headed to the door. "Maylee?" he called, worried. Had someone tried to break in again?

When he swung the door open, she was standing there, still in his shirt. A pillow was clutched to her chest, and she looked up at him, eyes red and shining with unshed tears. 

"Can I . . ." She paused and gulped, then continued. "Can I come sleep with you?"

***

Lordamercy, but Griffin Verdi was a pretty man when he was in a state of undress.

Not that he wasn't normally pretty, Maylee reasoned. In his jacketed suits and his proper ties, his hair slicked down so not a bit was untamed, he looked right nice. Of course, when he was all done up, he was also incredibly unapproachable. Now he was freshly showered, his hair wet and a bit messy, and he wore no shirt.

Which allowed her to gawk at all those muscles that a bookworm shouldn't have.

Griffin had a real nice chest. Real nice. Broad, with strong, triangular shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist. His chest was mostly smooth, and had a thin line of dark hair creeping up from his navel that she found rather fascinating. He also had a black skull tattoo with money sticking out of the eye sockets on one shoulder that surprised her-His Royal Stuffiness certainly hadn't seemed like the tattoo type.

But she liked seeing it. It made him human. Like maybe he wasn't quite so stiff and proper as she'd pegged him.

It was that tattoo that had given her the strength to knock on his door again after he'd gone back to bed. She'd hesitated, terrified he'd say no and then give her a verbal putdown to let her know what he thought of her suggestion. And in her rather shaky state of mind at the moment, it'd probably break her.

But at her ridiculous question, he hadn't laughed, hadn't mocked, or anything of that sort.

He'd simply opened his door a bit wider to let her in.

And Maylee felt so relieved that she could have kissed him. She didn't, but she would have if he'd have been even the slightest bit receptive to something like that from a country girl like her.

"Thank you," she murmured as she stepped into his room. She'd been here earlier, and she had been a bit agog at how much nicer his room was than hers. He had fancy couches and fancy tables and an enormous window with a balcony that would probably have an incredible view of the city. The window was shut, the curtains drawn. It was late and getting later by the minute.

He ran a hand through his messy, half-wet hair and glanced around the room. "I can take the couch. You can have the bed."

Her eyes widened at his suggestion. Sir Stuffy was going to give up his bed for her? Immediately, Maylee felt guilty. That hadn't been her intention. She'd simply been scared to stay alone, sure that she'd have nightmares about strange men jumping out of her closet with a camera. She looked over at his bed. It was enormous. "I thought we'd both sleep together."

"Did you." The two words were flat.

Maylee blushed. "Not like that. But look at this bed. It's the size of my apartment back home. We can just put some pillows in between us and it'll be right as rain. Kinda like camp. You know?"

Griffin simply stared at her.

"And that dinky little couch looks mighty uncomfortable," she admitted. "Especially for a man your size." Oh, lordamercy, now she was blushing again. Why had she said man your size? She was not going to look at his happy trail. She was not. "I mean, if anyone should take the couch, it should be me."

The room fell silent. Griffin considered the bed, then her, then gestured at the pillow she was clutching. "Go get your pillows out of your room."

She trotted back into it happily and grabbed all the pillows, then returned to Griffin.

He took them from her and tossed them onto the bed, making a barrier between them. "I'll sleep on the right," he said, the imperious note back in his voice. "It's closer to the door."