Chapter Nine
After she came out of the bathroom, she set her dirty clothes in a plastic sack with the others. She didn’t know how long it would take to get to Aleena, but she only had one more outfit in her bag, so she might have to do a little shopping. Something she hated to do.
“I’m going to go shower,” he told her and walked into the bathroom.
Nia stood by the dresser and stared at the bathroom door. She didn’t know what was wrong and wondered if she should get another room. When he came out, she’d ask him.
A few minutes later, he walked out in the shorts he’d worn the night before.
She sighed when he practically ignored her. She cleared her throat. “I want to get my own room. I think you’ve had enough of me today, and I totally get it. I’m probably not easy to be with.”
He turned when she started to talk and stared at her.
Her nerves were getting the better of her when he concentrated on her.
“Get in the bed, Nia.”
She took a sliding step toward her purse and clothes. “I don’t think so…”
“Get in the bed, now.”
She shivered at the authority that hardened his tone. She looked at her purse.
“But…”
Travis put his hands on his hips. “Nia, if you don’t get in that bed right now, I’ll spank your ass until it’s red and then put you where I want you.”
“Fine,” she huffed and flounced over to the bed. She got under the covers, turned away from him, and pulled the blanket up to her chin.
The other side of the bed sank with his weight, and if she hadn’t been holding on to the side of the mattress, she would have rolled his way.
The light turned off with only a slice of it coming through the curtains, and then silence.
She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep, but the tension in the room seemed to grow, and she didn’t know what to do about it.
“Do you know why I’m tense?” he asked.
“No. Not for sure.”
“I was fine when I was distracted by the town we walked through, but when we got into the room, I instantly hardened, and my only thought was to get you under me.”
Her eyes widened with every word he said. “Oh.”
He chuckled.
She rolled over to face him. “So, what’s keeping you from getting me under you?”
“Don’t tease a hungry man, baby.”
“We just ate.”
He propped himself up on an elbow and cupped her cheek. “God, you are so innocent in some ways.
She didn’t know what to say to that. Besides, every time he touched her, her need for him grew to tell her she was definitely a woman.
She just realized he’d touched her all day—no exceptions, except when she was in the bathroom.
“I want to be under you. But I know we just met. Does that make me a slut?”