"You're smoking in here?" I ask him, looking around to see if someone could hear us.
"What are you gonna do about that Doe?" He shoots at me.
"Nothing." I shrug. "Not part of my job description."
His green eyes blaze over my body, cling to the V of my shirt. He's not shy about it either, keeps talking.
"What is part of your job description, then?" His grin tells me his thoughts are up to no good. He's smug and almost naked and I can't afford to go there. My breathing is shallow, I haven't gotten laid in a while and he's so fucking beautiful. Tempting.
"Do you need anything? Towels, toilet paper? Toiletries?" I rattle. He starts laughing, genuine and it's adorable to see him break his stern demeanor.
"You stock condoms in that cart of yours?"
I arch a brow at him.
"Down, kitty. I was just messing with you. Come in, some fresh towels would be nice." I take two large, and one small rolled up towels inside his room. He steps aside, but my elbow brushes his stomach on my way in before he closes the door behind me. It's hard muscle over silky, inked skin. It's electrifying.
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