Derek huffed out a laugh at that. “Sure. I’d like to see you tell her that.”
“It’s safer. This is Vegas!”
“Yeah, and if they came after us everywhere else we stopped, they’ll come after her here. Only you won’t be there to protect her.”
God, I really fucking hated that he was right. “Fine.”
“Go take a shower. You smell like a burning building. I’ll have a suit sent up for you,” Derek said.
“I fucking hate suits.”
“Suits help you blend in. It’s Vegas. You need to play the part.”
“And Krista?”
A wicked grin crossed his lips. “Don’t worry. I’ve got the ladies covered.”
I didn’t like the sound of that at all, but he was right. We needed to look like we were supposed to be here as opposed to tourists wandering around. Maybe it would make whoever was after us second-guess who we were.
Then again, probably not, but it was worth a shot.
Opening the door to our wing of the suite, I came to dead halt the moment I saw Krista in a silk robe, rubbing lotion on those gorgeous legs. Fuck, every time I looked at her, I just wanted to fuck her. Which was bad. We were here to find out who was after us, not get our rocks off.
Clearing my throat, I strode inside, pretending to ignore her. “Derek is sending up clothes for us. We need to walk around, see if anything triggers a memory.”
“Okay,” she shrugged, rubbing lotion into her hands.
Groaning, I walked over to her, refusing to touch her. “I need you to stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Doing that!”
She glanced down at her hands, then back at me. “Putting on lotion?”
“Putting on lotion enticingly.”
She looked at her hands again. “All I’m doing is rubbing it in.”
“And you’re doing it temptingly! Don’t you see what you’re doing?”
“Um…not really.”
I turned and stalked away from her, shoving my fingers through my hair in frustration. This woman, she was going to be the death of me.
“Look, you’re a very…tempting woman. You look…hot. You can’t just walk around doing sexy things!”
“Like putting on lotion,” she said slowly.
“Like doing anything. Every fucking thing you do makes me want to bend you over the couch and take you!”
She was as quiet as the dead, but me? I was a wreck inside, desperate to fuck her again.
“Is that all?”
“Is what all?”
“I mean, you just want to bend me over the couch. Is that all?”