Cherishing You (Thirsty Hearts Book 3)
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“10:22 a.m.”
The revelation prompted her to run toward her shoes in the corner. She balanced like a dancer on one leg at a time, strapping the impossibly high heels to her feet. “I need to get back to my hotel.”
“Give me two minutes. I can drive you.”
“You don’t have to do that. It’s been fun.” She flashed him a smile, and Graham recalled seeing a version of that smile up close as they danced to thumping hip-hop at the party. This smile lacked the other’s warmth and passion.
“Where do you have to be in such a hurry on New Year’s Day? I figured we could relax a little. Go have breakfast. Or order room service.”
Graham tucked his hands behind his head and leaned against the headboard. With the morning light dancing off the sequins of her dress, she looked like an angelic go-go dancer. His body stiffened again in response, which he made no attempt to hide from his guest.
Her eyes darted to his erection and then back squarely locked on his.
“I told you. I have plans. And I need to go back to my hotel and change first.”
She strode toward the door.
“Let me drive you. It’s the least I can do.”
She scrunched her brow. “What does that mean? Since I did you the favor of having sex with you? You don’t owe me any more than I owe you. It was fun, and we can leave it at that.”
“I’m attempting to be nice.”
She huffed. “Fine. Are you going to shower or something?”
“Yeah. Two minutes.”
Graham hopped up and bounded for the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. He threw on the shower and stepped inside. As soon as he closed the shower curtain, he heard the heavy thud of the hotel room door.
Damn. He didn’t even remember her name.
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