The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(65)

I paced the floor, running my hands through my hair, wondering what the hell was going on. Where was Remy and why had he let a hot chick into our room so she could shower...alone? Finally, I realized I could just ask him, so yanked my phone from my pocket and dialed his number. Across the room, The Bangles began to sing “Walk Like an Egyptian,” which must be his ringtone, because as I followed the source of the sound with my gaze, I spotted his phone sitting abandoned on his nightstand.

Damn it. He hadn’t taken his phone with him...wherever he’d gone.

Where the hell had he gone?

When the shower water in the bathroom turned off, I spun that way. Then I realized I was probably still being a creeper. So I plopped onto my bed to wait. But I didn’t really have to wait at all.

The bathroom door eased open and big brown eyes peered out.

I waved my fingers at her. “Hi again.”

“Hijo de puta,” she muttered, scowling. Then she seemed to draw in a deep breath before she pushed the door open wide. She’d grabbed a towel and had it wrapped around her, tucking it in tight around her breasts and barely covering the tops of her water-splattered thighs so that she showed off just how long and lean her tanned, gorgeous legs were.

Clutching a bundle of clothes to her, she tiptoed barefoot from the bathroom and murmured, “Gracias,” as she motioned behind her, thanking me for the use of my shower, I guess. Then she waved and added, “Adiós.”

What? No way was she leaving just like that. I swung off the bed and leapt to my feet so quickly she jerked to a halt and eyed me warily.

“You don’t have to leave yet,” I told her, pointing toward her clothes. “You can change into your things first. It’s fine.”

She shook her head and pointed toward the door, rattling off a whole string of shit I didn’t understand.

When she started to flee again, I eased into her path and set my hand on the door. Skidding to a halt, she gaped at my fingers with wide eyes before sliding her skittish gaze to me.

I knew I was freaking her out, but I kind of liked that. She’d definitely freaked me out when I’d discovered her in my shower.

“I’m Asher,” I said, leaning mildly against the door and effectively barricading her way out.

She drew in a deep breath, stared at the floor a moment, then looked up, meeting my gaze head-on, without fear as she gestured toward the door. “Por favor,” she murmured, requesting I let her out.

I only grinned and shook my head. “I don’t think so, beautiful. It’s your turn. What’s your name? ?Nombre? ?Cómo te llamas?”

Her eyes flared. Then she shook her head adamantly and whispered, “No.”

I leaned closer, my grin only stretching wider. “No, what? No is your name, or no, you can’t give me your name?”

“N-no,” she repeated, her breathing picking up as I dipped my face closer to hers. She definitely no longer appeared afraid of me. Her eyes glossed with heat and she didn’t even try to pull away. From the entranced way she studied me, I wondered if she was going to kiss me. I kind of really hoped she did.

Raw, hot lust stirred inside me, prickling my skin and hardening my cock.

Unable to stop smiling, I eased closer, halting only when I was a mere inch from pressing my mouth to hers. “Yes,” I argued softly, playfully.

She shuddered, blinking rapidly. Then she jerked her head back and forth, refusing to give in. “No,” she insisted on a husky whisper. “Por favor.”

Disappointment filled me, but I hadn’t really expected her to do anything differently.

“Well, whoever you are,” I murmured, dropping my arm from the door before I stepped back and even opened it for her to leave. “It was very nice to meet you. I hope to find you naked again in my shower. Preferably soon.”

“Tha...” Her eyes wide with shock, she suddenly shook her head and sputtered disjointed sounds before gasping, “Adiós,” and escaping through the door. She fled into the hall, grabbing the door from me so she could slam it shut behind her.

Once I was alone in the room, I ran my hand through my hair and twirled in a slow circle, trying to make sense of what had just happened. This urge to race after her enveloped me, but what the hell would I do if I actually caught her? She had refused to give me her name, and it wasn’t like we could actually have a conversation, so there was no way I was going to find out how she’d really gotten into my room or why she’d been there.

And tossing her over my shoulder so I could drag her back to my bed and f*ck her senseless was probably a bad idea.

Maybe if she’d left something behind I could snag it up and have a reason to track her down, return her items to her, so I could...what? Bask in her presence a few seconds longer?

Lame as that idea was, it was the only one I had, so I hurried into the bathroom, praying to find panties or hell, anything, to give back to her.

But I found nothing. The small room was still misty and the occasional droplet of water dripped from the showerhead, reminding me how recently she’d been naked in here. It smelled like Remy’s soap, but I didn’t even care.

A vision of shower girl filled my head and before I knew it, I was stripping off my clothes and stepping into the same place she’d just stood naked. I imagined her still here, wet and gorgeous. As I turned on the water full blast, I pinned her to the wall in my mind’s eye. Gripping myself, I wondered what it would’ve felt like to push inside her, feel the warm give of her flesh wrap around me, suck her breasts into my mouth and drive my hips repeatedly between her wide open thighs.