Page 89 of Hate You Up Close

“If you mean getting ready for bed, then yes, that’sexactlywhat I’m doing.”

“I’ve spent the night at your apartment,” he grits out. “I know you own an appropriate pair of pajamas. You need to put some fucking clothes on.Now,” he demands.

He’s about to snap. I just know it. I can see it in the way his eyes are igniting with golden flames.

“This is all I packed, Elliot,” I exhale. “And I’m not wearing my work clothes to bed.”

“What about what you wore at the airport? Put that back on.”

“Ew no,” I retort, scrunching up my nose in disagreement. “I’m not sleeping in what I wore at the dirty airport. Yuck,” I stick my tongue out.

“Then I’ll give you one of my shirts,” he says without hesitation. “It should be long enough to cover your very exposed titsandass.”

Not happening, buddy.

If he wants to act like a psycho, cancel my date, book a weekend trip, and force me to stay in a room with him, then this is what he gets. His little power trip is officially over.

“No, thanks,” I hum politely. “I’m good with what I’m wearing. Besides, I get really hot when I sleep.”

“Roxanne,” he says through clenched teeth, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I am hanging on by a thread here.”

His eyes rake down my body, swirling with desire. His nostrils flare as his gaze fixes on the forbidden spot between my legs, covered by nothing but thin lace.

“That’s your problem, not mine,” I shrug.

“Dammit,” he mumbles under his breath, panic evident in his voice. “Put. Some. Damn. Clothes. On.”

His tone is demanding…threatening.

“I don’t care if it’s your clothes or mine,” he adds. “Just fucking…cover yourself.”

His brows are pinched together with distraught. It’s as if seeing me so exposed and not being able to touch me is causing him physical pain.

He’s quickly coming undone. Breaking because of me.

“I’mnotchanging,” I stand my ground. “And you should’ve thought about this before you decided to book a last-minute trip and stick me in the same room as you,” I add. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

A beat of silence passes as if he knows I’m right. He looks like he’s starting to regret his decision.

“Roxanne…Please,” he desperately begs.

Nope.He’s not going to try to make me feel bad for him. Because I don’t. Not one bit.

“Hmmm, let me think,” I mutter, tapping my finger against my chin. “Nope,” I shake my head. “You’ll be fine, you’re a big boy. It’s just two nights, remember?”

He narrows his eyes at me, his jaw flexing as he inhales a furious breath. He’s about to blow, which is why I’m trying to contain the smirk threatening to tilt my lips.

“Oh, by the way,” I add, pointing toward the small hallway. “The bathroom is open if you need to take care of…that.”

I lower my gaze, staring straight at the angry erection stretching his pants.

“Goodnight,” I grin, before spinning around and resuming my sexy routine.

I bend over slowly, making sure to stick my ass out extra far as I finish pulling down the sheets and ruffling the pillows. I wiggle my ass, slowly running my fingertips along the soft bedding as I hum an upbeat melody. I lift one knee onto themattress, spreading my legs wide as I prepare to literally crawl onto the mattress.

Before I have a chance to get my other foot off the ground, all of the air is knocked from my lungs as Elliot’s hard body slams against my back. His large hands swallow my bare hips as he yanks my body back against his. I swear I hear him growl as I feel his thick erection nudge between my ass cheeks.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” Elliot grits out, his angry breath brushing the shell of my ear. “You think you can strut around like a little cock tease and get away with it, don’t you?”