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I could name at least a hundred ways in which I could screw this up on a nor the effects of jet lag? Who knehat could happen
I could practically feel the heavy bags under hso closely together today, both of us bent over a file on the table, our shoulders side by side and his soft hair falling down over his forehead
This was going to be a train wreck for sure
Food was the last thing on ame today I ordered room service and was thrilled to hear the little doorbell only minutes after I stepped from the shower
The scent of breakfast wafted in froht out theI raced to the door, stopping to double-check the modesty of my robe before I let the waiter in, because it was far too early to find the huned the bill and was just closing my door when Niall Stella walked down froym
"GoodYou’re up early" I said
The Number of Times I’d Seen Niall Stella Sweaty: one
I tried to covertly look hiht Niall Stella kneear a suit, but he wore T-shirts like it was his life’s calling I wanted to pray at the altar of his dark, sincerely tight blue shirt He wore it so unself-consciously So unironically Knowing him, he picked it out for some complicated aerodynas to his chest
His posture was straight, stomach flat, and chest defined and bulkier than I’d expected He hat looked like soccer shorts and his legs were just ashiain I was on the tall side and I’d never been around a man who made me feel so tiny and feminine This close to him, and with the clean scent of his sweat between us, I was starkly aware of my curves, my mouth, and how he towered overabout him was so dramatically masculine
"Room service delivery of Fritos?" he teased, and hed "I was planning on wearing this for the rest of the ed on the tie and watched as his eyes followed thehi the neck of his shirt to pull him down on the bed Or maybe I could wrap the sweaty hee while he fucked roar ht was rather lovely Perhaps you could alternate days?"
I laughed "I--"
Wait, what?
My eyes ide as I processed what he’d said His cheeks were pink, too, but he held et flustered