Slammed by Kelly Jamieson Page B

something. “Yeah. That’s right. And yeah, I keep in touch with him. Some. Haven’t seen him a lot since high school, since I’m traveling so much.”
    “But you were back last year, you must have seen him then.”
    “Yeah, I stayed with him.” He set his cutlery down on the empty plate and pushed it away from him. “I’m done. How about you?”
    “Mmm.” She picked up the last piece of sweet and juicy papaya and popped it into her mouth. “This fruit is so good.”
    “I think I’ll hit the hotel gym and work out,” he said. He pulled out a wallet and drew out money to pay the bill.
    “Hey, I’ll get this,” she said. “It’s a business trip.”
    “You got dinner last night,” he said. “No worries.” He tossed the money on the table. “Let’s go.”
    Well. Just when she thought she might be getting somewhere, he changed the subject and now he was bolting.
    “I should work out too,” she said. She pushed back her chair and followed him out of the restaurant and into the lobby, still crowded with displaced guests. Through the front doors and windows, rain poured down in gray sheets, wind tossing it at the window where it beaded and ran in silvery rivulets. “Wow, look at that.”
    “Storm’s picking up,” Dylan said.
    “When do you think it will be over?”
    With unspoken accord, they began walking toward the elevator.
    “No idea. I guess we could check on that.”
    “I should call the office and let them know what’s happening. We weren’t sure how long I’d be here, but yesterday I sent them an email telling them I’d be back Tuesday.”
    “Guess that’s not going to happen.”
    “Guess not.”
    She pulled out her phone as they stepped out of the elevator but frowned at the small screen. “No service, dammit.”
    He peered at her phone. “Nope. I guess the storm’s interfering with cell service.”
    “Shit. Well, I can try the room phone.”
    But once in her room, she discovered the phone lines were down too. “Oh man.” She sank onto the side of the bed with a sigh. “This is awful.”
    “At least we still have power.”
    The lights flickered ominously. She glanced around. “You’re jinxing us.”
    He grinned. “Don’t use the elevators any more today.”
    She bent her head. “Jesus. Wouldn’t that be perfect, getting stuck in an elevator?”
    He started unbuttoning the loose, brightly printed shirt he wore.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Changing. To go to the gym.”
    “Oh. Um…”
    “They said they’d find me another room, but apparently that’s not going so smoothly down there.” He shrugged out of the shirt, revealing that chest she remembered so well from yesterday. She gulped, remembering how much of his body she’d seen yesterday. And how much she was apparently about to see again. “So I may as well stay here with you.”
    “What?” Her mouth fell open. “You can’t stay here with me.”
    “Why not? I have to stay somewhere. Do you want me sleeping on the floor of the lobby?” He sent her that sexy grin as he flicked open the button of the knee-length shorts he wore then unzipped them. She averted her eyes. He apparently felt no need to duck into the bathroom to change as she had earlier. But then yesterday he’d had no problem walking around and having a conversation with her while completely nude.
    She almost sighed. If she had an incredible body like that she probably wouldn’t mind showing it off either.
    “I don’t want you sleeping on the floor,” she said. “But I’m sure they can find another room for you.”
    He walked over to the bags he brought in with him earlier and unzipped one. She snuck a peek at him. He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his round butt and muscular thighs. Her heart fluttered in her chest and she forgot to breathe, watching him crouch there, his thighs flexing and the muscles in his back rippling as he rummaged around then pulled out a pair of black athletic shorts and a white