Nope.
I stayed in Luca Grassi's shirt.
I tried to convince myself this was being prudent, not dirtying another set of clothes.
But I knew the truth.
I wanted to wear it.
Chapter Seven
Luca
I should have fallen right to sleep.
I was exhausted even after my nap earlier.
But as tired as I was, I couldn't force unconsciousness.
Instead, I lay awake listening to Romy move around her room, putting her new items away. Like me, mind too active to sleep.
Though I very much doubted her mind was on what my mind was on.
Namely how much I liked the look of her in my shirt, the way it cut a little high on her thigh, showing off most of her long, tanned legs. I also found my thoughts consumed with the fact that I knew she wasn't wearing panties underneath.
Was that fucked? Especially given the situation?
Yep.
But it was the truth regardless.
It was nearly light out before I finally passed out, catching just about two hours before my phone started ringing, demanding I get up, get my day started, knowing my men would start showing up since we couldn't talk about anything important over the phone.
Clearly, I wasn't used to sharing a space with an unknown woman.
Because I didn't even think twice about charging into the bathroom even though the door had been closed.
So in I charged, coming to an abrupt stop at the sight in front of me as Romy let out a startled gasp.
Her hair was a wavy mass around her shoulders, her eyes wide awake despite not getting much more sleep than I had.
She was gorgeous.
Even first thing in the morning.
But that wasn't what made it feel like I'd been knocked in the chest.
Oh, no.
That was because she had her foot propped up on the counter, soap covering most of her skin, which meant that not only was her leg and thigh on display.
Oh, no.
Because she wasn't wearing pants—or panties—the entire side of her round ass was as well.
Desire was a kickstart to my system, making my cock harden, and making my breathing shallow out.
Even as Romy yanked her leg down, letting the shirt fall back into place.