I was so caught up in my own thoughts, I didn’t even notice someone materializing beside me. Not until the elevator opened and we both stepped inside.
“What floor?” Hairs asked as he pressed the button for the fourth.
“Same,” I said. “Thanks.”
He nodded. Then he gave me an odd look. “Same floor as me and Devs.”
“Pretty sure most of the team is on that floor,” I said evenly, hoping he didn’t notice myoh fuckstomach flip.
He grunted in agreement and watched the numbers as the elevator took its sweet time ascending. “He’s a good D-man, isn’t he?”
“Who? Devs?” I shrugged. “He’s great. Excellent addition to the team.”
Another quiet grunt, accompanied by an odd expression I couldn’t read. He didn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride, and when we got out on our floor, we headed for our rooms.
Which, it turned out, were right next to each other.
Devon’s sleeping in the next room? Fucking hell.
Good thing we’d be checking out this afternoon. Otherwise I wouldn’t be sleeping at all tonight. And good thing I didn’t need a pregame nap like the players did; I could just watch a movie or something.
Or jerk off.
While thinking about the man I can’t have.
Who’s apparently on the other side of this wall.
I deadbolted my door as if that might keep all the impure thoughts away or… I don’t know. Something.
Then I sat on the end of the bed, which of course had its headboard pushed up against our shared wall. Yeah, jerking off was probably inevitable. Because I was a horny, stupid dipshit who was going to destroymycareer and Devon’s.
“There’s something here,”he’d said in that conference room,“that you keep coming back for even when you know you shouldn’t. Maybe you should think about what that is.”
I lay back and stared up at the ceiling. He was right. I knew he was. And he also apparently knew exactly what it was I needed while I couldn’t put my damn finger on it.
“Don’t. Text me.”My own words echoed in my ears. He wouldn’t. When he’d said he wouldn’t do something if I didn’t consent, I knew to my core that he was telling the truth.
But maybe I needed to text him, and not so he could order me out of my pants.
Swearing in every language I knew, I took out my phone.
What is it I need from you?
I kind of hoped he wouldn’t read the message yet. Or he’d leave me on read.
But no, the gray dots appeared almost instantly.
Fuck. Here we go.
You really don’t know?
No.
He started and stopped typing a few times. I shifted around, then sat against the headboard, still watching the screen. Finally, a message came through.
You’re submissive.
I blinked. What the fuck?