I boldly take a step forward, though I know I shouldn’t. She’s fucking petrified. “You all right?”
Her cheeks burning red, I hear her mumble, “I’m sorry,” before she turns and runs from the room without looking back.
For a moment, I’m tempted to go after her, but I don’t. After all, I am naked, and I don’t know where the fucking bathrobe is. But I’m pissed I didn’t get her name. She was gorgeous. And I could see the way she looked at me. I know that look.
And the image of her looking up at me with those eyes while I push into her body is going to be in my dreams until I make it a reality.
But she ran from me. I clench my jaw as I think about her plump, pouty lips and her wide eyes as she took in my naked body. My cock twitches again as I remember the lust that flashed in her eyes.
I decide right then and there that I’m gonna find her. And when I do, I’ll have those sweet lips wrapped around my cock in no time.
If it’s the last thing I do.Brianna
“Girl, you’re not gonna believe this,” I hiss, dragging Mindy into the back of the coffee shop after fleeing Anaconda’s room. She was in the middle of cleaning a coffee machine when I practically ran up, but I can’t wait to speak with her. I have to tell what I just saw.
Hell, I can’t believe it still, and I saw him . . . I saw it from less than ten feet away. Even now, my heart pounds when I think about, my pussy clenching at thin air.
“Won’t believe what?” Mindy asks, her eyes burning with curiosity as she notices my breathlessness. I’m literally hyperventilating. “You walk in on an old couple 69ing or something?”
“Hell no!” I say, grimacing at the thought. Leave it to Mindy to come up with something like that at the drop of a dime.
“Then what was it?” she demands impatiently, glancing back to the front of the shop. “I’ve got coffee to make!”
“You know that penthouse, the one I said was supposed to be empty?” I ask. “Well—”
“Yeah, the one V-man busted your tush about,” Mindy says, nodding. “Why, was it occupado? Walked in on two guys doing the pile-driver?”
“Will you cut it out and let me finish a sentence!” I growl.
“Sorry,” Mindy mutters, even though I know she’s not.
I shake my head at her silliness, then give her a serious look. “What’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen?”
Mindy pauses, staring at me before catching my meaning. “No way!” she blurts.
I nod. “Way.”
“How big?” she asks, her eyes wide.
“Big, big.” I shake my head, my blood heating as the image of what was hanging between those incredibly muscular thighs flashes before my eyes.
Mindy stares at me. “We talking ruler big or Louisville Slugger big?”
“I’m talking this guy could knock it out of Fenway big,” I joke, my cheeks burning.
Mindy whistles, impressed, and blushing a little herself. “And you got to see him naked?”
“The whole nine yards,” I say, still not able to believe what happened. Or twelve yards might be more accurate.
“And why aren’t you up there right now then?” Mindy asks, leaning in and playfully nudging me with her shoulder. “You wouldn’t be the first maid to have a little fun on the clock.”
“Come on, Mindy, you know I’m not like that!” I protest, trying my best to hide my desire. “I’m not going to just screw a guy ‘cause he looks good and is some sort of VIP prick.” I pause and shake my head in wonder, the image emblazoned on my mind. “Still, no wonder they wrote Anaconda on the room sheet.”
“No. Fucking. Way!” Mindy half squeals suddenly, causing me to jump. Grabbing my hand, she says, “You really met Anaconda Adams?”
“Who?” I ask, shaking my head. Mindy is practically shaking, she’s so excited. “Who’s Anaconda Adams?”
Mindy slaps her forehead dramatically, shaking it back and forth as if she’s looking for heavenly guidance to cure my stupidity. “Gavin Adams, you bimbo! You know, the whole reason there’s a production in town filming a movie?”
“What movies has he been in?” I ask, thinking where I could’ve seen this guy before but drawing a blank.
I can’t believe this. I actually walked in on a naked movie star.
Fuck me. I’m so fired.
Mindy gapes at me like maybe I grew a third eye or a second head or something. “Movies? He’s a sports star, but he’s more known for a viral video that hit the web a couple of years back.” She shakes her head as if embarrassed for me. “Jesus, Bri, you’ve really got to get out of the hotel or the classroom more often,” she says, grabbing her phone out of her pocket. She quickly taps the screen and then shoves it in my face. “You saw this guy?”
My heart skips a beat at the instant recognition. The hair’s different. It’s styled and gelled perfectly, but those blue eyes are the same and the face with the powerful, sexy jawline is the same.
I read the information underneath. It’s from some football website. “Gavin ‘Anaconda’ Adams, running back. Six foot one, playing weight of two hundred and twenty-nine pounds, says his birthday’s in November. Yeah, this is him.”
“You lucky bitch!” Mindy says a little too loudly, tugging me up front as a customer dings the bell. I follow her and she begins filling a guy’s order. “Take my phone and check him out. The video will probably pop up when you type in just a few letters of his name.” She chuckles and mutters under her breath to me. “It’s funny because he’s trying to be like a real actor now, too. Though he’d probably be better off performing for porn fetish websites.”
I ignore Mindy’s giggles and begin typing in Gavin’s name on the phone. Sure enough, a video pops up on Google before I can even finish
