Wheeler touched my eyelashes before stroking his finger over my brow. “How did you get such exotic eyes?”
His hand smoothed down my neck, across my breasts, and then between my legs. I lightly gasped—hot with desire once more. As I rolled onto my back, Wheeler’s teeth locked on my neck and lightly bit down. I moaned as his fingertips explored my sex and his heated breath skated against my skin.
A knock sounded at the door, and I stood up in a panic.
“Be chill,” Wheeler said coolly. “I locked the door.”
“Naya! It’s Lexi.”
“Not a good time, girly!”
I heard keys jingling. “Naya, I’m coming in!”
I don’t even remember Wheeler moving. One minute I heard him say, “Shit,” and the next he was running.
Running where? Oh my God!
The key slid into the lock, Wheeler slipped on the spilled soda by the door, and I reached down and whirled a sheet around me when the door opened.
“This can’t wait, Naya. I have to sort out the stuff for the party now. Austin’s giving me a hard time, and he’s stressed out over the food order. He kicked me out of bed and said if he has to work late, then so do I.” She held her laptop in one hand and glanced down at the wet floor. “What the hell happened?”
The bathroom door slowly closed behind her but didn’t shut all the way.
“And why are you standing on the bed?” Lexi began to look around and I leapt onto the floor.
“Do have a seat on the sofa. I was just settling in for the night.”
She glanced at the tipped-over coffee table.
“Sorry,” I said apologetically. “I had a little tantrum because we didn’t get Delgado. I was hoping he’d be there.”
That seemed to convince her. She set her laptop on the sofa and bent over to pick up the coffee table. I walked toward her and my eyes widened like saucers when I saw Wheeler’s knife stuck in the wall.
I reached out and pulled it free, opening the drawer beside me and setting it on top of a fashion magazine.
Lexi stood up with a button between her fingers. “What’s this?”
I glanced at the door and noticed Wheeler must have snatched up his shirt. Goodness! Our clothes!
“It was hot in here. Do you mind grabbing the towel from the sink? I don’t want you to slip on the mess I made.”
While Lexi went to the sink and pulled open a drawer, I hurried back to the bed and stuffed the clothes and shoes in hiding places. I frantically looked around for any other signs that Wheeler was here, and then I realized his smell was all over me. Sweet Jesus! I rummaged through my bag and slipped into my nightie.
“Naya, this rag isn’t big enough to clean that mess. Let me grab a towel from the bathroom.”
“No! I’ll get it. Why don’t you make us a bowl of snacks while I clean up? I’m so sorry about the mess, sweetie. I’ve always been a little dramatic,” I said with an artificial smile.
I pushed through the bathroom door and felt Wheeler in front of me holding a stack of towels. A small squirt sounded in the darkness, and the sweet scent of my Chanel perfume sifted across my chest. I curved my hand around to his rear and gave it a tight squeeze before closing the door.
Lexi and I had a lot of work to do, including a few calls I had to make to complete our orders and schedule delivery.
It took three hours.
But sitting on that sofa, knowing I had Wheeler in my control—naked in that dark, tiny room—thrilled my mischievous nature immensely.
Chapter 17
Wheeler’s feelings for Naya hadn’t changed—he still felt loathing and lust. Lust for obvious reasons in that she was an intelligent woman who pleasured him in ways that no other woman had. Loathing because he sat in her bathroom for hours listening to them ramble on about fountains and drapery. He had begun to wonder if Naya was holding him hostage, because each time Lexi would wind down the conversation, Naya would insist they look at another page on the Internet. Whenever Lexi agreed, Naya would release a devilish laugh. The kind that made him want to bend Naya over his knee and give her a spanking.
He could have slept in that bathroom had he not been so damn scared of snoring. Jesus, Lexi would have kicked him out of the pack for sure. She would have accused him of using Naya—maybe even by force based on how the room had been left in disarray.