Page 73 of Dangerous Attraction

"So, where am I staying?"

"You can use one of the rooms down—"

"No," Reeve says, cutting Milo off. "She's not staying downstairs."

Milo cocks a brow and chuckles quietly, while I frown.

Reeve takes my bag, then moves up the steps, leaving me to follow behind.

We walk through the bar area, and I drop my head, letting my hair cover the sides of my face so I'm hidden from the multiple eyes that swing our way.

When we reach the stairs, he glances over his shoulder, presumably checking to make sure I'm still following him, then he takes the steps two at a time.

Moving through the communal living room upstairs, he rounds the wooden dining room table, then opens the door that leads to the upstairs hallway.

So much has happened tonight, it feels like it was days ago, when in reality, it was only a few hours.

He crosses over to his bedroom, then opens the door and walks inside.

I stop at the doorway, glancing around the space inside.

The room is larger than I expected, with a double bed in the center, and the headboard pressed against the side wall. Either side of the bed are bedside cabinets, both with lamps on them, which Reeve turns on before he drops my bag onto the dark covers on his bed.

The room is complete with a matching set of chest-of-drawers opposite his bed, a TV fixed to the wall above them, and a small, two-seater leather sofa next to the door with a small round table in front of it.

He sits on the edge of his bed, unlaces his shoes, then kicks them off.

Peering up at me with narrowed eyes, he tips his head to the side.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come inside and sort your stuff out?"

My eyes widen, and my mouth goes dry.

"Wait. You expect me to stay here? In your room? With you?"

His full lips twitch, and he rises from the bed, stalking toward me.

"Yes," he mutters as he reaches for my hand and tugs me inside the room, "I expect you to stay here. With me. In this room."

Laughing, I shake my head and pull my hand from his hold.

"Yeah, no. That's not happening," I tell him, eyes flicking to the bed behind him. "There's no way I'm sharing a bed with you."

He smirks, stepping closer.

"Why's that, Red? You don't think you could handle it?"

A shiver runs through my body, and my lips part as I stare up at him, completely taken aback by the soft, teasing tone of his voice.

He lifts his hand, bumps his knuckles against the tip of my nose, then chuckles as he takes a step back.

"You can have the bed," he says. "I'll sleep on the sofa."

A breath rushes out of me, and my shoulders drop.

"I need to go talk to Prez, and knowing him, this will take a while, so get your stuff unpacked and settle in. There's a bathroom through there." He points at the door along the back wall. "Spare towels are folded on the rack next to the shower. In case you decide to use it, I'll make sure I knock before I come back in, and you can let me know if you're decent or not, okay?"

I nod, too dumbfounded to speak.