well as t-shirts, flip-flops, a sweater, and silky pajama sets.
No panties.
Oh well.
Then there was the good kind of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a facial moisturizer, and—inexplicably—a bottle of feminine gel. Which had to have been tossed out to Michael as a joke by his sisters, but he hadn't been in on it, so he added it to the list.
I tucked that in the bottom drawer of the nightstand with a smile as I put the clothes away in the closet, then put all the bathroom products on a bag that I hung for the doorknob.
It worked in two ways. As a reminder to bring them with me to the bathroom in the morning. And as a makeshift security system seeing as my door didn't have a lock.
My instincts said that I could trust Luca Grassi. But my rational mind reminded me that I didn't know him from Adam. And that he was a criminal. And that I had no idea what he might be capable of.
I did not change into one of the new silky pajama sets Michael had picked out for me in their pretty, delicate floral patterns or polka dots.
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.
"I, ah, I thought I locked the door," she said, a razor still in her hand.
"I should have knocked," I told her, shaking my head, embarrassed for the invasion as the need to reach out and touch her gripped my system.
"I'll get out. I can finish this later."
"No." The word slipped out too quickly, a bit desperate, and I wondered if she knew it was because I was battling a raging fucking hard-on and didn't want her to know. I needed to go back to my room and take a couple deep breaths, get my shit together. "It's fine. Finish up. Let me know when you're out," I told her, going back out, shutting the door, leaning back against the wall directly outside, eyes closing, taking a shaky breath.
"You gonna try to say that was a mistake?" Lucky asked, making my eyes shoot open, finding him standing there with a takeaway coffee in his hand, giving me a smirk.
"You better have brought one of those for me," I told him, knowing it was going to be a long day.
"I didn't bring shit. Your Senior Kiss-Ass brought something for everyone. Even that pretty girl in there."
"How did Dario know what she would want?" I asked, ideas of going back