Either to be a gentleman or to toss it in his pool so she’d have nothing to wear. Nope, he strutted past the gate and jogged up the concrete stairs.
“Hey, Monica,” he greeted a woman Sabine would peg as a crack addict.
“Hey, Brett.” Monica’s cigarette hoarse voice made Sabine’s stomach flip.
“Brett?” she whispered to Grayson while he unlocked his apartment door.
“Brett Young.”
Sabine laughed and slapped him. “Yer too much.”
“Hold that thought,” he said again.
Inside, the place smelled of lemony Lysol. Except for the typical single guy sloppiness, Sabine wasn’t appalled by the place. It would be easy to sleep there. And she’d insist on taking the couch. Mostly because she didn’t want him sneaking out in the middle of the night. In fact, she might sleep next to the front door.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he said and took her bag down a long hallway. “I just want to get comfortable.”
Exhaling, she looked around for a coffee maker. Several pots of java joe would keep her awake to watch out for any funny business. Seeing one on his kitchen counter, she relaxed and then checked the fridge for fresh milk.
Heavy footsteps coming back toward the kitchen made her close it before looking at the date on the carton.
“In the morning, we’ll—” Her breath caught in her lungs.
Grayson Hart stood there. Completely naked.
CHAPTER SIX
Grayson
“Did any of your snooping warn you that I walk around my house nude?” Gray stared at the woman staring at him. At his naked body. And yeah, his cock. All the color drained from her face and the poor woman looked like she was having a heart attack. “I guess not.”
“Um. Um.”
“Cat got your tongue, gorgeous?”
“Um. Um.”
The intended goal to shock her with his birthday suit had been achieved. Spectacularly. Only, now he felt that same jolt ride him just as hard. Sabine stared at his cock. Really stared. Most women looked away. Not Sabine. He wondered... Had she never seen a man’s dick before?
Sure, he wasn’t built the same as most guys. He’d been in locker rooms. His cock length and width were a result of his height and a bulky body blessed with muscle mass not enjoyed by many other men.
I can’t believe I’m gonna say this...
“Eyes up here, gorgeous.”
“Um. Um.”
Gray stormed up to her so she couldn’t look at him with those longing eyes that made him grow harder by the second. Nudity was his thing. It wasn’t even sexual. Mostly. He was just comfortable walking around in the buff. He rarely got hard from it. But with Sabine’s hungry gaze, her parted lips, he couldn’t help imagine what it would feel like to sink his dick into her mouth and come down her throat.
Hey now!
Delicately lifting her chin to look in her eyes, he said, “I’ll repeat. Did your snooping warn—”
“Snooping,” she snapped, and he felt her body go rigid. “I’m a professional investigator. I dun’t snoop. I investigate.”
He exhaled, but didn’t move. And neither did she.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He stepped back letting her feast on him again, only she kept her eyes on his. “If you’re an investigator and you’re keeping me under your watchful eye, I have the right to treat you that way. Unless you want to be treated like a guest and I’ll go put clothes on.”
“Dun’t change yer ways for me.” She swallowed, pulling at her shirt, her eyes darting south again. “I can handle it.”
He scoffed. “Really? You look like you’re ready to pass out.”
“I’m just...hungry.”
“For what precisely?” he asked, giving his hips a slight wiggle.
She blanched, and yet her eyes remained glued to his dick. Fuck, this was going to be fun...
“Sabine, let me buy you dinner.” He lifted her chin again because her stare got to be too much.
“I’m not yer date. I can pay for myself. In fact, I’ll pay the whole tab.”
“I don’t let women pay for me.”
“It’s a business expense. Remember, this is business, Mr. Hart.”
He released her chin and pinched his nose. “Please, for the love of everything holy, call me Gray. Mr. Hart is...” His throat went tight.
“Yer brother Luke? At the hotel?”
That should be his association. His CEO brother who strutted around his hotel, his bossy persona radiating from him.
No.
Mr. Hart was still his father. If his brothers and cousin Sebastian weren’t also Harts, he’d have changed his name, at least professionally because in a way being called Mr. Hart sickened him. But if Luke, Tristan, and Seb were able to live with it and give that