they’d dropped at least an inch, maybe two.
Inhaling the salty air, he closed his eyes.
Heaven. This thing with Ainsley, whatever it was—he’d let her lead the way. Maybe she was just as confused as he was. Given how she’d acted in the elevator, he had a feeling she wasn’t in the habit of asking guys to her room.
He heard the faucet in the bathroom turn on. She’d gathered some clothes and gone into the bathroom to change.
He remembered he was supposed to be finding them drinks in the minibar, which was better stocked than most of his friends’ kitchens.
Certainly better stocked that his. He’d moved into his apartment right before Thanksgiving. Then they’d been sent to Germany for a training mission. And since he was hardly ever at home, except to sleep, he hadn’t done anything with it, or bought much food. It was the first place of his own. For years he’d been living on base, or military housing, but he’d always had roommates. He preferred sending his money home to help out.
But last year, his mom had finished her nursing degree and had a great job. She refused to take his money, though she allowed him to contribute to his sister’s college fund. She was also paying him back for the house he’d bought them a few years ago.
He didn’t need the money, so he put it in savings with the hope that some day he might settle down and get a place of his own. But that was a few years away. He had his eyes on making colonel, so he had to focus on the Marine Corps for now.
“You were drinking champagne—do you want that or something else?” he asked Ainsley, who was still in the bathroom.
“What do you want?”
You. But he didn’t want to sound cheesy or scare her off. Maybe she really was just being nice and giving him some peace and quiet before he headed out.
“I was going to stick with water since I have to drive home in a bit.” He’d already had a couple of whiskeys. That was his rule. Two drinks and done. He never had liked the feeling of being drunk or out of control. Plus, he had enough trouble with headaches, so the last thing he needed was a hangover.
“Oh, uh...” She sounded unsure about something.
“What?”
She opened the door and stepped forward. She was wearing little flannel shorts and a long-sleeve pink T-shirt that came down to her hips. He turned around and headed back to the minibar, pretending to be interested in the contents.
No question, the woman was beautiful.
Those legs. He so wanted them wrapped around his waist.
“I thought we might hang out a little. I’m hungry again. I was going to order room service.”
Food and hanging out. Well, if that’s what she wanted to do, he was game. And there was never a time he couldn’t eat.
“I could go for some protein. Do they have a late-night omelet or something?” He shut the fridge door. But when he turned he found her staring at his chest.
He glanced down at his shirt. Had he spilled something?
“I don’t do this,” she said, and then she bit her bottom lip. She was nervous.
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