world was she supposed to sit there enjoying a night of family-friendly television when all she could think about was what might happen at nine o'clock in Ramon's bedroom? And how much she hoped he wasn't leading her on.
* * *
Ramon said, "Good night," and went upstairs at eight-fifteen. Marcy didn't look at him when he left, but he swore he saw her blush.
Was he making his intentions too obvious? Hell, he didn't know. But he'd rather be honest with her than act like something he wasn't.
He took a quick shower then went to his room, which was messier than he realized. He immediately heaved a pile of dirty clothes from the floor into a hamper. Next, he went to the linen closet for a fresh set of sheets.
At eight-thirty, he smiled when he heard Marcy enter her room, then go across the hall to the shower.
Ramon laughed, practically giddy with excitement. But determined to hide that giddiness. He must act cool around her. And shit, it was gonna be tough. Marcy was the first woman he'd invited to his room since…
Hmm.
Had it happened so long ago, he couldn't remember anymore?
The last girl he tried to seriously date was about a year and a half earlier.
No, that couldn't be right , he thought. It can't be that long since I had a woman in my bedroom…
Ramon rolled his eyes and shrugged it off. Shit, what'd it matter, anyhow? There was a gorgeous lady taking a shower across the hall at this very minute, probably just about to get herself all prettied up and ready for him. All he needed to do was find his new box of condoms and try not to act like a damn dork.
He took a good look at himself in the mirror. Plain white T-shirt and blue cotton shorts—his usual pajamas. Nothing underneath, in the hopes of giving her easier access. He pulled at the neck of his shirt and smelled it to make sure it was clean. For a second he considered cologne or aftershave, but he figured that would be too much. He had already used a scented body wash in the shower.
Soon, Ramon heard Marcy exit the bathroom and go to her room. A minute later he heard a hair dryer. He thought about walking over there, turning off that dryer and throwing her down on the bed.
Of course, he wouldn't do that tonight. He was an animal but he didn't want her to know it just yet.
He pressed his palm against his forehead, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Shit. She was all he'd thought about all day. And those thoughts were a million times stronger after she cut his hair. Those delicate fingers massaging his scalp. And the way she filled out that fucking low-cut shirt.
The woman had to know what she was doing to him. She was a curvy little treat to Ramon. Or at least, that's what he hoped she'd be tonight. Her body had everything in all the right places. The perfect kind of chubby figure that made him wish he could take a vacation just to tie her to his bed for a week.
But wait. Women don't like to be called "chubby." He'd learned that the hard way. No matter if he didn't mean it as an insult.
Damned sensitive females.
The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off but he always had a problem with words flying out of his mouth the wrong way. He wouldn't usually care so much about whom he offended, but she was different. She'd be living on the other side of his wall for the next four weeks. No sense in making life miserable for both of them for so long.
But was that the real reason he didn't want to offend her?
Probably not.
Okay, so maybe Ramon had the tiniest crush on the brunette bombshell. How could he not have a crush on her? She was new and sexy and spunky and…
It'd go away after one night with her. He was sure of it. She was merely something he had to get out of his system. Nothing to worry about.
He was in the midst of tidying his room when he heard her turn off the hair dryer. He rushed to the door, opening it just a crack. Enough that she could knock and it would naturally ease open.
Hmm. But maybe he should act more
* * *
Ramon said, "Good night," and went upstairs at eight-fifteen. Marcy didn't look at him when he left, but he swore he saw her blush.
Was he making his intentions too obvious? Hell, he didn't know. But he'd rather be honest with her than act like something he wasn't.
He took a quick shower then went to his room, which was messier than he realized. He immediately heaved a pile of dirty clothes from the floor into a hamper. Next, he went to the linen closet for a fresh set of sheets.
At eight-thirty, he smiled when he heard Marcy enter her room, then go across the hall to the shower.
Ramon laughed, practically giddy with excitement. But determined to hide that giddiness. He must act cool around her. And shit, it was gonna be tough. Marcy was the first woman he'd invited to his room since…
Hmm.
Had it happened so long ago, he couldn't remember anymore?
The last girl he tried to seriously date was about a year and a half earlier.
No, that couldn't be right , he thought. It can't be that long since I had a woman in my bedroom…
Ramon rolled his eyes and shrugged it off. Shit, what'd it matter, anyhow? There was a gorgeous lady taking a shower across the hall at this very minute, probably just about to get herself all prettied up and ready for him. All he needed to do was find his new box of condoms and try not to act like a damn dork.
He took a good look at himself in the mirror. Plain white T-shirt and blue cotton shorts—his usual pajamas. Nothing underneath, in the hopes of giving her easier access. He pulled at the neck of his shirt and smelled it to make sure it was clean. For a second he considered cologne or aftershave, but he figured that would be too much. He had already used a scented body wash in the shower.
Soon, Ramon heard Marcy exit the bathroom and go to her room. A minute later he heard a hair dryer. He thought about walking over there, turning off that dryer and throwing her down on the bed.
Of course, he wouldn't do that tonight. He was an animal but he didn't want her to know it just yet.
He pressed his palm against his forehead, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Shit. She was all he'd thought about all day. And those thoughts were a million times stronger after she cut his hair. Those delicate fingers massaging his scalp. And the way she filled out that fucking low-cut shirt.
The woman had to know what she was doing to him. She was a curvy little treat to Ramon. Or at least, that's what he hoped she'd be tonight. Her body had everything in all the right places. The perfect kind of chubby figure that made him wish he could take a vacation just to tie her to his bed for a week.
But wait. Women don't like to be called "chubby." He'd learned that the hard way. No matter if he didn't mean it as an insult.
Damned sensitive females.
The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off but he always had a problem with words flying out of his mouth the wrong way. He wouldn't usually care so much about whom he offended, but she was different. She'd be living on the other side of his wall for the next four weeks. No sense in making life miserable for both of them for so long.
But was that the real reason he didn't want to offend her?
Probably not.
Okay, so maybe Ramon had the tiniest crush on the brunette bombshell. How could he not have a crush on her? She was new and sexy and spunky and…
It'd go away after one night with her. He was sure of it. She was merely something he had to get out of his system. Nothing to worry about.
He was in the midst of tidying his room when he heard her turn off the hair dryer. He rushed to the door, opening it just a crack. Enough that she could knock and it would naturally ease open.
Hmm. But maybe he should act more
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