Three
"Darn," Noah said when Anna dropped the sheet and he saw that she wasn't actually naked under the sheet like Patrick thought. She was, in fact, wearing jeans and a tank top with the shoulder straps she had dropped down under the sheet.
Anna smirked and eyed his towel, then turned her back so that Noah could get redressed. He gave a disappointed sigh as he grabbed his pajama bottoms and slid back into them.
"I made sure the front desk is not going to be able to find him a room tonight," Anna told him as he walked over to the mini-bar and grabbed a bottle of water. She turned around and raised an eyebrow at his bare torso. "Nice tattoo."
Noah looked at his bicep and chuckled. "I was really drunk when I did that." He walked over to the television and picked out a music channel. "Aren't you worried Robin will find a way out of this?"
"She wants Patrick to stay with her, even if she won't admit it. She won't push it."
"I don't think she's going to thaw in one night. My son was really a jackass to her. I know I'm responsible for that, but she wouldn't listen to me and give him another chance."
"You are not responsible for your son's idiocy, Noah."
"I am, after his mother died…"
"We all have scars, Noah. It's Patrick's responsibility to grow up. Enough of that." Anna held up her hand when Noah went to argue. "Let's talk about what we're going to do the rest of the week to get those two together."
"Maybe we could lead by example?" Noah gave Anna his best heated look.
Anna's stomach flip-flopped, but she kept her cool, gave him a raised eyebrow and settled on her bed with a pad and pen.
Noah smirked and stretched out on his bed. He could tell he was getting to her. Their plan to keep Patrick and Robin in close quarters would cut both ways if he had his way. And he was going to have his way. He didn't bother hiding his blatant arousal from her as he put his arms behind his head. "So, how hard do you think this is going to be?" He licked his lips as he looked over at Anna.