James Winterbourne! Naked!
Leighton! Awkward!
As the thought had Leighton fanning her heated cheeks, the bedroom door suddenly opened again, and Leighton quickly scrambled back up to her feet. "Y-Yes, sir?"
She saw James' lips slowly curve into the sexiest smile, and Leighton's cheeks burned hotter as she felt her entire body respond to it.
"I almost forgot to ask," the athlete murmured. "How long is this going to take you?"
"T-This?"
"Cleaning the living room."
"Just ten minutes, but if you have, um...I can always leave—-"
"Don't leave."
The sudden note of command in James' voice made Leighton swallow hard.
"Leighton?"
Since she had her nameplate pinned to her uniform, Leighton wasn't surprised that he knew her name. What did surprise her was that James had actually bothered to use it. Most other guests never did, and so for James to be different...
"I'm waiting for an answer."
Even as her stomach clenched at the hardness of James' tone, Leighton heard herself say, "Yes, I won't leave."
The chiseled lines of James' gorgeous face marginally softened. "Good."
He disappeared back into his room in the next second, but Leighton remained rooted in her spot, unable to take shake off the terrifying feeling that her whole world was about to hurtle in a whole new direction.
JAMES HAD ALWAYS BELIEVED in destiny, but it was not the kind of romantic drivel often glamorized by Hollywood. Destiny in his book was seeing the opportunity in every good and bad thing fate threw at him, and the beautiful woman outside his bedroom was the perfect example for it.
He wasn't even supposed to be in this cruise if not for a canceled commercial shoot, and only this morning James had found himself losing patience with his girlfriend's wild partying antics and breaking up with her for good.
Obviously, those hadn't been anything for him to feel thankful about while they were happening, but James knew now that they were blessings in disguise. And yes, he was thankful for them, too. Because if not for those two things, he would not be here...with her.
One look at Leighton, and James had known right away she was the one he had been waiting for his entire life. He had always imagined himself married to a woman that matched his exact taste: long blond hair, big blue eyes, a slender frame that would make her feel fragile in his arms, and Leighton was all those things...and more.
He had always wanted a woman who could blush at the drop of a hat, a woman who could be shy and quirky at the same time, a woman who knew what it meant to work, but also one one who knew how to have fun.
He had taken one look at Leighton, and he had known right away she was everything he wanted. And now...
Just thinking of her had him so fucking horny he had to sprint back into the shower, and with only a few quick and hard strokes James was already cumming under the shower, hard.
LEIGHTON SHOOK HER head as she read Mindy's apology via text. It was Suite 40 that had asked for housekeeping apparently, and not James' Suite 14. Just as she was texting the other girl back, James suddenly walked back into the room, and Leighton froze at being caught using her phone while working.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—-"
"It's fine."
Leighton hurriedly shoved the phone back into the back pocket of her jeans. "So sorry again." She couldn't help feeling flustered in his presence, and she had a hard time taking her gaze off the athlete. His hair was wet from the shower, and he was dressed this time (thank God) in a cotton shirt that bared his perfectly toned arms and a pair of khakis that displayed the sculpted muscles of his calves.
Too sexy to be real, Leighton thought weakly, which was probably why it was so hard for her to breathe and concentrate around him.
James was about to fold his length into the sofa when he paused and turned to Leighton, asking, "Would it disturb you if I'm here while you're working?"
Yes. Very much so. But of course, she couldn't say that aloud, and so she simply shook her head, saying, "No, sir."
"James, please."
"Sir James."
A smirk formed over his lips. "What I mean is...just James, please."
Leighton bit her lip. "We're not allowed to address guests in that manner."
There was a moment of silence, and then, James said rather cryptically, "We'll see about that."
Leighton blinked. Riiiiight. Well, whatever. Being around a man as gorgeous and sexy as James Winterbourne was just making her hope for the most impossible things, and so the sooner she was out of his hair, the better.
Leighton switched the vacuum back on, and as she bent down to clean the area under the study desk, she tried her very best to convince herself that she was imagining things. It was impossible for James to waste his time staring at her non-existent ass.
Impossible, Leighton told herself, and yet she couldn't help feeling self-conscious anyway.
Impossible, she told herself again as she moved to clean another part of the living room that required her to bend just a little, and—-
Eep!
She had to switch the vacuum off for a moment, having spotted a crumpled piece of paper behind the wastebasket. Unfortunately, this required her to kneel down and wriggle her ass—-
Oh God.
By the time Leighton straightened back to her feet, her cheeks were on fire, and she was very much aware that no, she had not been imagining things, after all.
James had definitely been staring at her ass.
AndOhMyGodButHeWasStillDoingIt!
Leighton could feel moisture soaking her panties as she continued with her task, and she was unable to meet his gaze when she turned around to ask for his permission to enter his bedroom.
"Yes, of course."
She hurried away as soon as she heard him in the affirmative, but seconds later, she felt James walking right behind her, his gaze still on her ass.
As she started cleaning, James took a seat on the bed, one leg propped up, and his green gaze now firmly attached to her chest. Leighton tried her best to concentrate, but it was hard. James' gaze on her was making her feel hotter and wetter by the second, and she couldn't help wondering if her too-slender form was a fetish for the athlete.
She truly didn't want to read anything into it, but when she was finally done and turned around to see the blatant lust that glittered in James' eyes—-
Oh God.
Leighton swallowed hard. "I'm all done, sir."
"Thank you, Leighton." His voice was smooth and silky, but the lust in his gaze burned even brighter, and she felt her mouth go dry. Oh God. She slowly wetted her lips...and was instantly treated with the sight of a hardened bulge swelling under James' shorts.
Huge, she thought dazedly. His erection was just so impossibly huge, and as it continued swelling in size, she heard herself ask, "Do you...do you need anything else, sir?"
"That depends...on whether you're offering what I want."
Leighton could barely hear her thoughts over the way her heart had started hammering.
"Are you?"
She struggled to control her feelings, but it was impossible. She struggled to calm herself down, but this, too, was impossible. Since the moment she had seen James Winterbourne standing naked in front of her...a part of Leighton had already known.