her life turned into such a mess so quickly? She needed to pull it together and figure out a game plan stat. This adventure had already gone on too long. She ripped the tags from the new workout clothes she’d bought the day before and changed quickly. Then she paced in front of the bed, checking her watch.
Selena’s snore was loud and steady. It was tempting to record it to use as ammunition the next time the star drove her up the wall. Threaten to post it online. How long could she stay asleep, anyway? Leslie coughed several times—nothing. She opened the bathroom door and slammed it. The star didn’t even budge.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. She touched Selena’s shoulder. “Time to get up,” she said.
Selena lifted one side of the silk eye mask provided by the resort that Leslie’s cash deposit would no doubt get dinged for and squinted up at her. “What time is it?”
“Seven a.m.”
Selena lowered the mask and rolled away from her, sprawling across the bed and hugging a pillow.
Leslie released an annoyed breath. “Hey, I’m serious. Get up.”
“I’m serious. Fuck off,” came Selena’s muffled reply.
“I need to work out,” she said, shifting from one foot to the other. She was edgy and jittery and the lack of her morning five-mile run had her severely grumpy. Working out was her way to relieve stress and, well, there weren’t enough miles in the world to eliminate what she was feeling currently, but she had to start somewhere. A good workout would help her focus and hopefully exertion would help erase the memory of her hands all over Levi’s naked upper body.
“I need to sleep,” Selena said. “I’m still jet-lagged from traveling.”
“It’s an hour difference and technically it’s eight a.m. for your internal clock, so get out of bed.” Back in LA, the movie star would have already been on set for hours.
“Why are you bugging me? Just go work out and when you’re done, come get me for breakfast.” Selena reached back with a lazy arm and bopped Leslie on the head. “Like a human snooze button.”
That’s it. She’d officially snapped.
Leslie grabbed the blankets and pulled them off the end of the bed.
“Hey, what is your deal?” Selena sat up and raised the mask over her forehead.
“I told you. I need to go to the gym and you need to come with me because I can’t leave you alone.”
“You think my stalker knows where I am?”
Leslie hesitated. Lying and saying yes would make this conversation a whole lot smoother, but she didn’t want Selena freaked out. “No. I don’t trust you.” If she made a phone call from the resort, everyone would know where they were within minutes and all of this would have been for nothing. And all of this could not have been for nothing. She changed her tone, knowing she was getting nowhere with the drill sergeant routine. “Please, Selena. There’s a hot tub and sauna. You said your skin was feeling dry from the cold weather.”
Selena looked annoyed at being patronized, but she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Fine. But only because I’m turning into a lizard.”
Whatever it took.
Ten minutes later, Leslie cranked the speed on the treadmill in the otherwise empty workout room and forced her exhausted body to move. What speed and distance would erase a terrible decision from her memory?
Unfortunately, there was no way she could outrun her poor judgment and stupid impulsivity the night before. Kissing Levi? What the actual fuck? It was almost as though the memory of it had happened to someone else. An out-of-body experience...that had felt really good. His shirtless body pressed against her and the passion in his kiss had made her body spring to life as she’d grabbed ahold of any emotion that didn’t make her feel anxious or numb.
She groaned inwardly and cranked the speed higher.
It had to be temporary insanity from the high-stress situation she was in, adrenaline-filled, emotionally-fueled actions, spurred on by Levi poking old wounds. She wasn’t attracted to Levi. She’d never let herself see him in that light...except for one time. As teens. When she’d put herself out there with the idea of a practice kiss. But he’d rejected her then too... At that moment, she’d drawn a line between them, placing him firmly into the friend category and never allowing herself to think of him in any other way.
Until the night before, apparently.
Jesus. She kept making a bigger mess of things.
She inclined