offer.
It was weird to be in Van Rock God's enormous newly remodeled guest bathroom about to take a bath. It felt odd, but at the same time, it felt kind of comforting. I just hoped he didn’t come home early.
Sloan had tried texting and calling Van numerous times while we drove to the house, but he was still not answering or texting back. Carl, head of security or something like that, was a pleasant but humongous man who actually scared me a little. He was so nice and his eyes were so gentle, that I felt instantly at ease. He walked us into the Penthouse and made sure all was secure. Sloan made sure I was settled before she left. Once she was gone, I felt very odd being in his home. I had ultimately rejected him. I tried to remind myself that he was out of town and that she said he would be ok with it, especially under the circumstances.
I slid the bar on my iPhone and clicked on the music icon. I selected some old school Toni Braxton, my favorite, and put my headphones on. I dipped my toes in the water. Scalding hot, just the way I liked it. I lay in the tub and closed my eyes, jamming out and singing to Toni for God knows how long, because the water was pretty cold. I opened my eyes just as the door flew open. I screamed and then locked eyes with that sexy rock god I may or may not have been thinking about while singing love song after love song. Goodness, I was lame.
He stared at me for a second but was a total gentleman, because he didn’t even allow his eyes to roam over me. Damn it.
He looked away muttering an apology and slammed the door behind him.
Oh. My. God.
I felt like a total fool and jumped out of my not so relaxing bath. Stupidly realizing that I had left my clothes in the guest bedroom. Nice, Tinley. Good thing it was just next door.
Luckily, Van's towels were huge, and quite comfy, I might add. I grabbed a giant white towel and wrapped it around myself a few times, and then I opened the door and peeked my head around looking for any trace of him. None.
I hurriedly walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I grabbed my black yoga pants and a vintage Astroworld t-shirt. There goes my bra-less evening. I brushed my hair and threw it up haphazardly in a clip. I grabbed my phone and my bag and walked to the elevator to head downstairs, so I could apologize and then leave.
I got to the elevator feeling like an intruder and decided to take the stairs instead.
When I entered the living room, Van sat on the couch, drinking a Guinness, staring out the window with a puzzled look on his face. He looked immaculate. He wore dark jeans with a brown belt and a deep gray thermal shirt. His shaggy hair looked pristine, styled in a messy faux-hawk. He looked positively yummy.
He looked up when he heard me step onto the hardwood floors at the bottom of the stairs. The gray eyes were even more distinct with that shirt. He stood up and shook his head.
“Tinley. I am so sorry. I got home early, and I heard someone belting out some tunes. I had no idea where the hell it was coming from.” He smiled that thousand-watt perfect smile, making my embarrassment fade a little.
“Oh my gosh, Van. No, I'm the sorry one. I had an issue at our apartment, and Tatum is gone, and Sloan insisted I stay here. Really, I was going to go to a hotel, but your sister is pretty persistent and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She said she was texting you and calling you to make sure it was ok. I'm sorry. I'll get out of your hair. So sorry,” I said heading toward the front door.
“Wait.” Van started walking toward me. “You don’t have to be sorry. At. All. I lost my cellphone at some point today and didn’t realize it until just a little while ago. I haven’t had time to get a new one yet. Hold on. What happened at your apartment?”
“Some guy, one of Tatum's one night stands or whatever, decided to be a crazy stalker, and he came banging on our door and trying to break it down. She's out of
It was weird to be in Van Rock God's enormous newly remodeled guest bathroom about to take a bath. It felt odd, but at the same time, it felt kind of comforting. I just hoped he didn’t come home early.
Sloan had tried texting and calling Van numerous times while we drove to the house, but he was still not answering or texting back. Carl, head of security or something like that, was a pleasant but humongous man who actually scared me a little. He was so nice and his eyes were so gentle, that I felt instantly at ease. He walked us into the Penthouse and made sure all was secure. Sloan made sure I was settled before she left. Once she was gone, I felt very odd being in his home. I had ultimately rejected him. I tried to remind myself that he was out of town and that she said he would be ok with it, especially under the circumstances.
I slid the bar on my iPhone and clicked on the music icon. I selected some old school Toni Braxton, my favorite, and put my headphones on. I dipped my toes in the water. Scalding hot, just the way I liked it. I lay in the tub and closed my eyes, jamming out and singing to Toni for God knows how long, because the water was pretty cold. I opened my eyes just as the door flew open. I screamed and then locked eyes with that sexy rock god I may or may not have been thinking about while singing love song after love song. Goodness, I was lame.
He stared at me for a second but was a total gentleman, because he didn’t even allow his eyes to roam over me. Damn it.
He looked away muttering an apology and slammed the door behind him.
Oh. My. God.
I felt like a total fool and jumped out of my not so relaxing bath. Stupidly realizing that I had left my clothes in the guest bedroom. Nice, Tinley. Good thing it was just next door.
Luckily, Van's towels were huge, and quite comfy, I might add. I grabbed a giant white towel and wrapped it around myself a few times, and then I opened the door and peeked my head around looking for any trace of him. None.
I hurriedly walked to the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I grabbed my black yoga pants and a vintage Astroworld t-shirt. There goes my bra-less evening. I brushed my hair and threw it up haphazardly in a clip. I grabbed my phone and my bag and walked to the elevator to head downstairs, so I could apologize and then leave.
I got to the elevator feeling like an intruder and decided to take the stairs instead.
When I entered the living room, Van sat on the couch, drinking a Guinness, staring out the window with a puzzled look on his face. He looked immaculate. He wore dark jeans with a brown belt and a deep gray thermal shirt. His shaggy hair looked pristine, styled in a messy faux-hawk. He looked positively yummy.
He looked up when he heard me step onto the hardwood floors at the bottom of the stairs. The gray eyes were even more distinct with that shirt. He stood up and shook his head.
“Tinley. I am so sorry. I got home early, and I heard someone belting out some tunes. I had no idea where the hell it was coming from.” He smiled that thousand-watt perfect smile, making my embarrassment fade a little.
“Oh my gosh, Van. No, I'm the sorry one. I had an issue at our apartment, and Tatum is gone, and Sloan insisted I stay here. Really, I was going to go to a hotel, but your sister is pretty persistent and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She said she was texting you and calling you to make sure it was ok. I'm sorry. I'll get out of your hair. So sorry,” I said heading toward the front door.
“Wait.” Van started walking toward me. “You don’t have to be sorry. At. All. I lost my cellphone at some point today and didn’t realize it until just a little while ago. I haven’t had time to get a new one yet. Hold on. What happened at your apartment?”
“Some guy, one of Tatum's one night stands or whatever, decided to be a crazy stalker, and he came banging on our door and trying to break it down. She's out of
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