Page 76 of Dangerous Attraction

A moment later, my door opens, and Trix's head pops out.

"Hey, you okay?"

Running my eyes over her bare face, admiring the freckles spread over her skin, I nod.

"Yeah. Are you?"

She smiles.

"Yeah." Pulling the door open, she spins around, then points at the sofa while saying something, but I'm too distracted by the sight of her to be able to process her words.

She's dressed in a pair of silky gray sleep shorts with a matching cropped top that clings to her body and makes my mouth water. Her hair is thrown up messily, accentuating the length of her smooth neck, and I dig my fingers into the palms of my hands, fighting off the urge to wrap them around her throat.

When she turns back around, I drag my eyes up to her face again, and watch as her full lips move.

It's then I realize she's still talking, and my eyes dart up to meet hers.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

Creases form between her brows, and she pulls her lower lip between her teeth.

"It was just a suggestion, but if you don't like it then—"

I shake my head. "It's not because I don't like the suggestion, Red. I just need you to repeat it. I was distracted and have no idea what you were saying."

Her frown deepens.

"Distracted? Did the conversation with Callux not go well?" She lifts her hands and runs them over her hair as her eyes dart around the room. "Oh, God. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble."

She strides over to the duffel bag on the floor, lifts it onto the bed, then unzips it.

"I can go and stay at Wanda's, or I'll call Emery. I'll be—"

"Trix," I bark, then walk over to her and yank the bag away. "Chill out."

Turning her toward me, I cup her face in my hands.

"You don't have to leave," I tell her. "I want you to stay here as long as you need to, and Callux is in agreement with that."

She blinks, and my lips twitch.

"I wasn't distracted by my conversation with Callux. I was distracted by you."

"Me?" She asks as if she can't believe what I said.

"Yes, you."

"Oh," she whispers, eyes dropping away from mine.

"Now, repeat your suggestion so I can tell you whether I like it or not."

Swiping my thumb over her pink cheeks, I let my hands fall away from her face, then slide them into my pockets.

"Well, I took the blanket and two of the pillows from your bed, and moved them over to the sofa," she says, pointing to where her set-up is.

"Your suggestion is that you sleep on the sofa?"

She nods, nibbling on her lower lip.