“What? You don’t have to shout,” she finally whispered, her voice sounding far too husky, even to her own ears.
“Obviously I do need to shout, as it seems you’ve lost the ability to speak. From what Kendra was saying, you were speaking just fine earlier,” he snapped.
“Oh,” she replied, forgetting why she’d even come to the spa.
“Look, Sierra. I don’t have time to stand here and play guessing games. You can either tell me what you need, or I can turn around and head back in. I work hard, and when I get five minutes to work-out, I like to do so uninterrupted. That’s already been ruined for the day, so I’d at least like to get back to my swim.”
“I want to leave,” she said, her voice a bit stronger.
“Then leave. I didn’t ask you to come here,” he said in exasperation as if the matter was settled.
“I didn’t ask to be here,” Sierra snapped, jumping to her feet and pushing her fingernail into his chest to make a point. “I’m sitting around all day and night, doing nothing but twiddling my thumbs while you’re out having the time of your life. Fine. I really don’t care what the heck you do, but I do care about my time, and it’s being wasted in that hotel. I want to go home, now,” she demanded.
Damien’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, and Sierra felt a moment of dread. His hand moved and she fought the flinch, proud of herself for her control when she did nothing but stand strong, holding her ground, looking him in the eye.
He finished lifting his hand, running it through his wet strands and she breathed an internal sigh of relief as her stomach loosened from the knot it had instantly tied itself into.
“Follow me,” he commanded as he started to move toward one of the ‘oh so exclusive’ doors. Sierra couldn’t stop herself from smirking at Barbies one and two as she followed Damien inside the exclusive spa.
“I think it would’ve been easier to get to you at Fort Knox,” Sierra muttered after they passed through to the other side of the gym.
“There’s a reason it’s hard to get in here. The members don’t want to be interrupted. Maybe you should’ve considered that before being so rude and rushing down here.”
Sierra ignored his comment as she looked around the place. He led her to a small fruit bar. She’d heard her sister talking about the amazing shakes they made from all fresh ingredients. Suddenly she realized she hadn’t eaten anything since early morning, and she felt her stomach begin to growl as she smelled something delicious in the air.
She glanced up, hoping to spot the juice bar, when her eyes landed on his back. She lost her breath as her heart pounded. She didn’t think it possible, but he was even sexier from behind. His wide shoulders looked strong, sure, able to hold a woman against a wall as he slowly pressed his body against her...
The thought sent a shiver of delight through her. Since he couldn’t see her ogling him, she let her eyes drift down his tapered waist, the muscles of his back flexing as he moved his arms, his body in perfect symmetry as he practically glided across the floor.
She so badly wanted to move closer, wrap her arms around his waist, run her fingers along all that tanned expanse of skin. What he was doing to her was unbelievable. He walked with confidence, but also with grace and agility. She’d bet her inaccessible trust fund, he made love the same way, confident, strong, in-control, and with a smooth technique guaranteed to send a woman over the edge.
She’d heard every story out there during her college days. Some of her roommates would come back complaining their boyfriend had finished in two minutes, only to leave her unsatisfied and in a hurry to get home so she could finish on her own.
It was the other stories, the ones where the girls were still well-sated as they practically floated into the dorm rooms, their eyes dreamy, their faces glowing. Those stories had awakened her curiosity and made her possibly consider the thought of having sex someday. With her ever-growing attraction toward Damien, she was thinking she’d prefer trying it real soon.
Sierra moved her eyes over the stark white towel that was gripping his perfectly proportioned hips, hugging the curve of his solid butt. Her fingers itched to reach out and slowly slide over him, to see if he was as solid as he looked. She continued her gaze onto his muscular calves, appreciating the way they flexed with each step.
They arrived at the juice bar, and Sierra quickly looked away, not wanting him to catch her gaping at him. She felt her face heat, but hoped the dimmer light of the bar would cover up her embarrassment.
The small area was chic, but with a sense of comfort, too, as tables were artfully arranged to give members privacy. Damien led her to a corner booth and motioned for her to sit.